I was in a train just now, it was pretty quiet, barely any people around, I think I was probably the only person in the car that I sat in. However, I was unfortunate and a jeet sat right in front of me, he was of the "showers in Axe body spray" variety which I can somewhat tolerate compared to the stench of the non-deodorised jeet. He immediately whips out his phone and facetimes about 70 different inbred cousins back home, on speaker phone, starts yelling in his durka durka mejarahaaaaauuuuu language. He then puts his filthy jeet feet on the seats right across him. I get pissed off. I take out my bluetooth speakers, fire up the Kitboga Steve video. DO NOT REDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM reverberates throughout the entire car. The jeet stands up and looks me in the eye, I look straight at him, he breaks eye contact after about a second and leaves the car I was in.
I gotta say, I understand why jeets do the izzat game. It is quite an intoxicating feeling to challenge a jeet's izzat and then DOMINATE the bloody basterd benchod dalit and take away the izzat he has, especially with him barely putting up a fight.