After successfully navigating through all the interview hoops, I was on the cusp of celebration. The anticipation hung in the air like a charged particle, ready to burst into elation. But then, the unexpected twist: they dropped the bombshell. The relocation I had been banking on, the prospect of a fresh start in a new city, evaporated like morning dew under the sun. The reason? My lack of a degree. It was a paradoxical moment. Here I was, armed with skills, experience, and a proven track record, yet held back by a piece of paper—a mere parchment that supposedly validated my worth. The irony stung. The interviewers, with their clipboards and stern expressions, had reduced me to a checkbox: “Degree: Yes/No.” The weight of that single word—**“No”—**felt heavier than the entire stack of textbooks I’d devoured during my self-taught journey.

They are so respectful and professional. In the first step ask me several basic question about OOP and after that i invited to do an offline assessment Because of technical reason I was rejected that i think it is fair