The First Fight

I think this happened on Day 5 of my Knowledge Transition. I remember it was a Friday. I think Savita was having PMS (The girls out there would probably know what I am talking about here! For those who don’t – a.k.a guys - Google for it!). The ordinarily well mannered and silent Savita had become a bitch with a capital B today!
I just couldn’t think of any better reasoning for this sudden change in behavior except for the PMS theory!

Ok … Lets move on with the rest of the story instead of repeating PMS … PMS … PMS over and over again!


So, that day – sometime post-lunch, when I was sitting an Orkut’ing in full josh, Savita asks me the status of a document that she had asked me to work on.

Me: “But that is due for delivery by the end of next week – right?”
Savita: “So … does that mean you shouldn’t start working on it right away?”
Me: “Chill … I’ll get working on it in another hour. Don’t worry, I’ll ensure it’s done before its deadline!”
Savita: “No … I want you to start working on it right now. And I want you to give your transition more importance and seriousness than you are giving it now! And moreover I want you to stop checking your e-mail and Orkut so often!”


Now, I do agree that I was probably not being very “serious” about the whole. But, that’s my nature. That’s how I work. What’s the whole bloody point in keeping a grim face all through the day while you’re at work??? I prefer to monkey around and still ensuring that the work is delivered on time. And till date – I was always able to do that.

And on top of that – I was not about to take orders from some dumb babe! Call me a chauvinist if you want to – but I hated being bossed. Especially by someone of the fairer sex! And this babe has just done that!

Whatever I said after that was not planned. It was purely by reflex.


Me: “Listen Savita … I don’t give a shit if you’re a senior to me here at Diapro and I give two big balls if you’ve been on this project longer than me. And just so that you know – You don’t have the bloody authority to tell me what I should and when I should do it. If you want me to do something – give me a deadline and see whether I do it on time. If I don’t – then complain or bitch all you want. But – before that deadline, keep your butt-ugly, long nose out of my business. And as for my e-mails and Orkut – If nobody sends you an e-mail – that’s because you’re social life sucks. Don’t take your anger and frustration out on me! You got that!”
Savita: (With an I-was-just-struck-by-lightning look) “I’m going to tell Vrunda about you not working properly!”
Me: (Still fuming like mad!) “Tell you what – I’ll do you a favor – I’ll tell Vrunda that I can’t work with you!”
Savita: “What? Why?”
Me: “You’re not even my manager Savita, and you’re trying to order me around as if I were your servant. Just so that you know - I don’t take orders from anyone! You better get that into your head?”
Savita: “Yeah … Whatever”
Me: “Yeah … Whatever!!!”
With that said, I got up and left. When I turned back, I saw her sitting and sulking at her desk.
She was obviously pissed at me shouting at her. She probably thought that her being a “senior” in both the company and the project would act as the leverage she’d need to boss me around.
I hadn’t let that bully Sujatha boss me around – and atleast she looked intimidating. This gal looked like a twig! She had picked a fight with the wrong guy!

The rest of the day, we didn’t even look each other in the face. She was busy typing some mail or the other. Maybe they were complaining mails to Vrunda, or maybe she was just trying to prove that she too had “friends” and a “social-life”. As for me – I spent the rest of the day Orkut’ing - Just to tick her off!!!

As usual, I left for home at 5.00, and she stayed back – obviously because she would’ve wanted to “complain” to Vrunda about me and my impromptu behavior.
I didn’t give a shit … If Vrunda called me and tried to boss me around – I’d give her a piece of my mind too. I was determined to not let myself be bossed – COME WHAT MAY!!!



The following Monday when I came back to work, the first thing I did was check my e-mail to see if there was some reprimandel e-mails from Vrunda. But, to my surprise, there were none.

As for Savita - she was back to her cheerful self. Either Vrunda had convinced or cajoled her during their call, or, she was done with her Periods!!!
Either ways – I was in the safe zone … And that’s all that mattered to me.

Just to ensure that she had indeed burried the hatchet, I went up to her and said

Me: “Hey Savita … Sorry about what happened on Friday … I should’ve apologized on Friday itself, but I was full of hot air back then.”
Savita: “Hey … Its ok … I didn’t realize that I was bossing over you! Sorry about that …”
Me: “Yeah … I just don’t like it when anyone tries to boss me. It’s just my nature you see … Anyways … Past is past … Let’s put this behind us - shall we …”
Savita: “Sure … Let’s get on with our work …”
Me: “I’m cool with that … Lets get started on the transition! “
Savita: “Ok … Give me 5 mins … I need to get a coffee …”
Me: “Mind if I join you … I need to get my morning dose of caffeine too!”
Savita: “Sure … Challoe then!”
Me: “Ladies first …”


With that – our enmity had come to an end. Atleast for the moment !!!

It was not something I expected – but I was happy that it ended this way. After all – as the wise say – “We all have short lives … Instead of making enemies – make as many friends as possible … You’re life will be a lot better that way … ”