This is your new shirt Biju and doesn't allow any other to involve in your business." Vastav gave a shirt attractive enough with a company tag VIBS (VIBS) to Biju. "Your main target is to sell more than 175 sets daily. This will help you increase your confidence level. The mode of dealing should vary from customer to customer. Don't give much technical information rather you have to make them believe our sets are the best and yes. they are." Biju's sparkling eyes and silence proved his attention and a perfect hold over the lesson.
"In case of any problem, do give me a call, I am ever ready to help you. In fact, the company pays me for all these". Biju gave a satisfactory smile and tried to click an internal photograph of his dynamic leadership. Vastav left National Electronics. Thus was his 7th visit of the day. His professional career took its pace in the very beginning with a handsome salary, a job that meets the requirements and challenges of the modern world, and a high-tech world.
Everything was going fine but the Sharada-Vimala P. G. incident demands clarification. Days rolled and Vastav became the most popular rebel in the market. There is always a cold war going on among the leading companies in almost all the sectors. It was the month of August. 15th August is a holiday made Vastav plan out a leisure time on 14th and 15th. He didn't think it necessary to inform his seniors. He passed two days lethargically at the room.
He surrendered and accepted the busy life just to forcibly forget the incident about which his intelligence gave up. 'Ting Tong' on hearing the bell, Vastav opened the door. A lady of about 27 or 28 peeped in. "Today you can have your dinner with us". They have a separate dining room for the paying guests. Vastav thought he can clarify his queries with the owner that night. Vastav expected the lady to leave the room since he is unknown to her. But she stood dumbstruck and stared at Vastav's face with an enchanting smile. A tough situation, perplexed enough for a serious guy. For the first time, he had a look at a lady.
She was of exquisite, enchanting beauty. Suddenly he noticed a red patch on the top forehead of the lady. 'Sindoor! She is married'! Vastav talked to himself. "OK mam, you can leave now, I will come sharp at 9 P. M. Please confirm that I prefer veg".
With these words, Vastav slammed the door at her face. "Have to be very careful to choose a girl of my type, one who understands the value of culture," murmured Vastav and shook his head frowning, "Kya Hoga is Duniya ka, Maa Saraswati !!"