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The Imperfect Fit

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Nazneen is an engineer by profession and a poet at heart! She founded WINGED FABLES so as to promote the concept of storytelling and community gathering among people. She uses her craft to create endless ripples to tune in the melodies of love and harmony. A corporate trainer, writer and an advocate of the Yoga philosophy, Nazneen loves adventure and is fond of traveling, reading, and watching science fictions and documentaries of the stars and galaxies. Her new love is cooking.

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Prologue :

She slid her hands gently on the blades of the dewy grass that stood tall with delicate blossoms as she took each step towards the rising sun at the horizon with air in her hair, gleaming sharp eyes, adorned with an everlasting smile on her lips. It was all picture-perfect when suddenly there was a loud shrill familiar voice that made her stop, blink and look around. The voice grew louder every moment and then she saw her mother over a watchtower shouting on top of her voice, “Wake up! This has become an everyday business now. I am not free, I have other work too. Get up quickly and make your bed. Dad won’t be running you to the office if you miss the bus today…wake up Adeeva!” And at once she hopped on her bed checking the time in her mobile phone which showed 7:18 AM. “Still there’s some time,” she thought and instantly turned on to Facebook reading through all the comments and likes she received on her recent upload and responding to each dutifully with an emoticon, then religiously switched to Instagram following the same regime. “Mobile, mobile, mobile…day and night you keep your eyes stuck to it and otherwise complain about the power of your glasses that is shooting up like a rocket” – something her mother often said whenever she saw Adeeva with her phone.

Part 1

It was now 7:31 AM. “Oh dear! I am late again…maa, don’t shout early in the morning and tell me where’s my towel! I won’t eat breakfast today, just put a glass of milk on my study table and pack an eggroll with my lunchbox, I’ll have it on my way to the office and where is my beige shirt? Why do you give my clothes for ironing without my permission?” “Dad…Dad….turn on the geyser for me and where’s my mobile phone charger? Mom could you please do that later? Please learn to prioritize…pack my snack first, I just have twenty minutes to catch the bus otherwise dad and I will have to chase it till the highway like yesterday and you will be responsible.”

Adeeva rushed to the washroom and was out in the next ten minutes. For the next ten minutes, it seemed as if a hurricane had hit their house. Her mom ran to get her a glass of milk, her shirt, and belt while Adeeva was doing her hair and applying moisturizer on her arms and face. “O Adeeva what has happened to you beta? You must take care of these things on your own like you used to…I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately..” said her mother with a sigh. “Ok…ok. I will…from tomorrow,” saying so Adeeva rushed out of the house. “Dad let’s go…mom bye! Dad…you please ride a bit faster today, yesterday we could have missed the bus because of your snail-like speed.”

Both of them rushed to the bus stop that was less than two minutes away from their home. “There’s the blue bus. This driver is always before time…do not worry dad we are not very far today, we’ll catch it at the next stop.” And her dad tried to focus and maintain the balance just like those little girls who walked on the ropes in the street shows held in the seventies. Fortunately, they didn’t have to chase the bus for long. Adeeva got on the bus at the next stop and sat comfortably on a two-seater placing her eight-kilo bag that had her laptop, a book, some pens, a diary, and lunch box, next to her in an inclined position. She pulled out the eggroll and took a bite and finished it off within minutes and hurried to take out and read a book titled “Vivekananda – A Born Leader”. Adeeva flipped the pages and continued to read from where she had stopped the last time. It was a thirty minutes ride; the colleagues on the bus, as usual, were silent carrying moaning faces with earphones tucked into some of their ears and some sleeping as if they were nearly dead. Adeeva was the only one who was wide awake and reading. Soon the bus took a U-turn awaking the slothful staff that started making their hair and looking for the company identity card. Adeeva took a deep breath and stepped out of the bus heading to the reception office, punching in and walking straight upstairs at her workplace.

The workspace was still empty and she was the first one to get in. She turned on the lights and AC, filled her water bottle and switched on her laptop, texted her boyfriend Om,“ I am at the office” and got down to work while others were at the canteen bantering over the morning tea and breakfast. Adeeva went on to check her e-mails and fifteen minutes later her colleagues began to fill in. She, by that time, had already planned and prioritized the day’s tasks when suddenly an e-mail popped up. It was an insight from her manager that read –

Consider:-
The material order had a slippage for the ASV Project that you handled the last time. Kindly submit an explanation and ensure the same doesn’t occur in the next forty-five days.

On reading this, Adeeva’s plans and priorities went on a full toss. She immediately texted Omi, “I want to quit this job and do things I love doing. I know I’ve told you this a hundred times now and I also know your response but I feel suffocated here. I tried hard to overcome this feeling and it has been almost seven years since I am trying. Nothing has changed for me yet and it’s not going to change, you know it.” She went on to reply her manager’s insight.

 

Part 2

Please consider:-
The software used for material ordering is not an updated one due to which many parameters are entered manually causing high chances of errors each time. The same has been brought to your notice multiple times. I request you to please fix the software to avoid any such issue in the future.

After hitting the send button, Adeeva again checked her phone and there was a new message from Omi, “I know but if you wish to do something else then better do it alongside your job. I don’t recommend leaving work in an unplanned way.”

“Unplanned? You know I never take unplanned decisions. I won’t be able to afford to make one! All I need is some mental and emotional support. As I told you many times, I have a plan that shall easily help me getting half of what I get paid by doing this job initially and then gradually I can shape my progress.”

“Have you discussed it with your parents? What’s their opinion?”

“Yes, I have…a million times. Omi you know I have certain responsibilities to shoulder back at home and I have done what all I could. I’ve paid off all the loans, the house is renovated, my younger sister Aneesha is married, and we all have a much better lifestyle. Moreover, I have some savings too which I can now invest on my dream project.”

“Hhmmm…I understand. But I recommend looking for a different job. Change the company maybe, you do not fit in the work culture of this organization.”

“Neither could I adapt to the work culture of my previous company nor will I be able to fit in the corporate environment of any other firm in the future if at all I do as you say. It’s all going to come down to the same as this is not what I want from life. I am no lesser than a robot – Oh let it be, it’s like talking to a wall.”

Adeeva turned the mobile phone in her hand upside down on her desk angrily and started bifurcating a small pile of papers lying on her desk while reading the next e-mail from her manager –

“Adeeva,
You are again going into the justification mode. Please accept what I have written without any further discussion.”

While thinking what her next reply should be, she gathered her focus and started to work on the designs that she planned to submit in an hour’s time and her phone beeped again. It was Omi with three messages in a row. Adeeva kept it aside and went on to complete her assignment and eventually deal with her manager who clearly was trying to pour all the blame of missing the deadlines on her. Precisely after fifty-eight minutes, Adeeva put the designs on her manager’s desk and replied to his e-mail.

“Dear Sir,
Your insights are well taken. However, I believe that I should have the opportunity to present my case. Again, now as every data and the communication are filed in the system here, there should be transparency of the matter from both the sides so that we could jointly avoid any such issues in the future.”

By now it was obvious that her manager wouldn’t give up easily. She then checked her phone and this time it notified having eight unread messages from Omi. She started to read one by one.

“Ok then, don’t talk to me” – 10:53 AM

“All I am saying is having a backup plan. I don’t want you to make the same mistake as I did. In this society money is everything. It brings a lot of power. Your family and people around you will listen to your or rather respect you until your bank account is full. Otherwise, you won’t be more than a burden.” – 10:57 AM

“You’re there?” – 11:01 AM

“When I had a job every situation was under my control and everyone obeyed me. My wish was their command. No one from my family had any problem in accepting you as my choice for a life partner. At that time, no one thought of our cultural differences. I left the job to spend some quality time with my family and to live my dreams. Little did I know that things will turn out being so bad. If I knew what a huge difference will my single move bring to my life, I wouldn’t have left my job.” – 11:21 AM

“I don’t want you to face a similar situation. You won’t be able to handle the pressure at this end.” – 11:26 AM

“It is better you learn to manage the people at work for the time being without stressing out yourself. You will not have to do it for a long time now. We will begin with a new life soon.” – 11:39 AM

“Until then please get back your old routine – waking up early, praying, meditating, practicing yoga, writing, and making every minute count. Where is that Adeeva gone? Can I have her back?” – 11:42 AM

“I don’t want to lose you Adeeva.” – 11:54 AM

Adeeva and Om had been in a courtship for over six years. They witnessed several peaks and dips together and held on to each other in the most horrible times but probably this was the worst so far. Nonetheless, they somewhere knew that this too shall pass.

“I can’t lose you either Omi. I am sure we’ll figure this out together.” Adeeva texted him back.

“Leaving the job at present would not be the right thing to do. I can always begin to work on my project together with my job as I did a year ago. I believe it’s time to roll up the sleeves again. Thanks for being there! I’ve got to go now. I yet have to settle terms with my manager. LOL”

“I know you’ll shatter him to dust,” Omi smirked.

“Hahahaha..”

“We meet in the evening Adeeva, same place!”

“Yes, Omi. See you.”

Certain imperfect things perfectly fit together.

She slid her hands gently on the blades of the dewy grass that stood tall with delicate blossoms as she took each step towards the rising sun at the horizon with air in her hair, gleaming sharp eyes, adorned with an everlasting smile on her lips. It was all picture-perfect when suddenly there was a loud shrill familiar voice that made her stop, blink and look around. The voice grew louder every moment and then she saw her mother over a watchtower shouting on top of her voice, “Wake up! This has become an everyday business now. I am not free, I have other work too. Get up quickly and make your bed. Dad won’t be running you to the office if you miss the bus today…wake up Adeeva!” And at once she hopped on her bed checking the time in her mobile phone which showed 7:18 AM. “Still there’s some time,” she thought and instantly turned on to Facebook reading through all the comments and likes she received on her recent upload and responding to each dutifully with an emoticon, then religiously switched to Instagram following the same regime. “Mobile, mobile, mobile…day and night you keep your eyes stuck to it and otherwise complain about the power of your glasses that is shooting up like a rocket” – something her mother often said whenever she saw Adeeva with her phone.

It was now 7:31 AM. “Oh dear! I am late again…maa, don’t shout early in the morning and tell me where’s my towel! I won’t eat breakfast today, just put a glass of milk on my study table and pack an eggroll with my lunchbox, I’ll have it on my way to the office and where is my beige shirt? Why do you give my clothes for ironing without my permission?” “Dad…Dad….turn on the geyser for me and where’s my mobile phone charger? Mom could you please do that later? Please learn to prioritize…pack my snack first, I just have twenty minutes to catch the bus otherwise dad and I will have to chase it till the highway like yesterday and you will be responsible.”

Adeeva rushed to the washroom and was out in the next ten minutes. For the next ten minutes, it seemed as if a hurricane had hit their house. Her mom ran to get her a glass of milk, her shirt, and belt while Adeeva was doing her hair and applying moisturizer on her arms and face. “O Adeeva what has happened to you beta? You must take care of these things on your own like you used to…I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately..” said her mother with a sigh. “Ok…ok. I will…from tomorrow,” saying so Adeeva rushed out of the house. “Dad let’s go…mom bye! Dad…you please ride a bit faster today, yesterday we could have missed the bus because of your snail-like speed.”

Both of them rushed to the bus stop that was less than two minutes away from their home. “There’s the blue bus. This driver is always before time…do not worry dad we are not very far today, we’ll catch it at the next stop.” And her dad tried to focus and maintain the balance just like those little girls who walked on the ropes in the street shows held in the seventies. Fortunately, they didn’t have to chase the bus for long. Adeeva got on the bus at the next stop and sat comfortably on a two-seater placing her eight-kilo bag that had her laptop, a book, some pens, a diary, and lunch box, next to her in an inclined position. She pulled out the eggroll and took a bite and finished it off within minutes and hurried to take out and read a book titled “Vivekananda – A Born Leader”. Adeeva flipped the pages and continued to read from where she had stopped the last time. It was a thirty minutes ride; the colleagues on the bus, as usual, were silent carrying moaning faces with earphones tucked into some of their ears and some sleeping as if they were nearly dead. Adeeva was the only one who was wide awake and reading. Soon the bus took a U-turn awaking the slothful staff that started making their hair and looking for the company identity card. Adeeva took a deep breath and stepped out of the bus heading to the reception office, punching in and walking straight upstairs at her workplace.

The workspace was still empty and she was the first one to get in. She turned on the lights and AC, filled her water bottle and switched on her laptop, texted her boyfriend Om,“ I am at the office” and got down to work while others were at the canteen bantering over the morning tea and breakfast. Adeeva went on to check her e-mails and fifteen minutes later her colleagues began to fill in. She, by that time, had already planned and prioritized the day’s tasks when suddenly an e-mail popped up. It was an insight from her manager that read –

Consider:-
The material order had a slippage for the ASV Project that you handled the last time. Kindly submit an explanation and ensure the same doesn’t occur in the next forty-five days.

On reading this, Adeeva’s plans and priorities went on a full toss. She immediately texted Omi, “I want to quit this job and do things I love doing. I know I’ve told you this a hundred times now and I also know your response but I feel suffocated here. I tried hard to overcome this feeling and it has been almost seven years since I am trying. Nothing has changed for me yet and it’s not going to change, you know it.” She went on to reply her manager’s insight.

To Be Continued in Part 2…

Please consider:-
The software used for material ordering is not an updated one due to which many parameters are entered manually causing high chances of errors each time. The same has been brought to your notice multiple times. I request you to please fix the software to avoid any such issue in the future.

After hitting the send button, Adeeva again checked her phone and there was a new message from Omi, “I know but if you wish to do something else then better do it alongside your job. I don’t recommend leaving work in an unplanned way.”

“Unplanned? You know I never take unplanned decisions. I won’t be able to afford to make one! All I need is some mental and emotional support. As I told you many times, I have a plan that shall easily help me getting half of what I get paid by doing this job initially and then gradually I can shape my progress.”

“Have you discussed it with your parents? What’s their opinion?”

“Yes, I have…a million times. Omi you know I have certain responsibilities to shoulder back at home and I have done what all I could. I’ve paid off all the loans, the house is renovated, my younger sister Aneesha is married, and we all have a much better lifestyle. Moreover, I have some savings too which I can now invest on my dream project.”

“Hhmmm…I understand. But I recommend looking for a different job. Change the company maybe, you do not fit in the work culture of this organization.”

“Neither could I adapt to the work culture of my previous company nor will I be able to fit in the corporate environment of any other firm in the future if at all I do as you say. It’s all going to come down to the same as this is not what I want from life. I am no lesser than a robot – Oh let it be, it’s like talking to a wall.”

Adeeva turned the mobile phone in her hand upside down on her desk angrily and started bifurcating a small pile of papers lying on her desk while reading the next e-mail from her manager –

“Adeeva,
You are again going into the justification mode. Please accept what I have written without any further discussion.”

While thinking what her next reply should be, she gathered her focus and started to work on the designs that she planned to submit in an hour’s time and her phone beeped again. It was Omi with three messages in a row. Adeeva kept it aside and went on to complete her assignment and eventually deal with her manager who clearly was trying to pour all the blame of missing the deadlines on her. Precisely after fifty-eight minutes, Adeeva put the designs on her manager’s desk and replied to his e-mail.

“Dear Sir,
Your insights are well taken. However, I believe that I should have the opportunity to present my case. Again, now as every data and the communication are filed in the system here, there should be transparency of the matter from both the sides so that we could jointly avoid any such issues in the future.”

By now it was obvious that her manager wouldn’t give up easily. She then checked her phone and this time it notified having eight unread messages from Omi. She started to read one by one.

“Ok then, don’t talk to me” – 10:53 AM

“All I am saying is having a backup plan. I don’t want you to make the same mistake as I did. In this society money is everything. It brings a lot of power. Your family and people around you will listen to your or rather respect you until your bank account is full. Otherwise, you won’t be more than a burden.” – 10:57 AM

“You’re there?” – 11:01 AM

“When I had a job every situation was under my control and everyone obeyed me. My wish was their command. No one from my family had any problem in accepting you as my choice for a life partner. At that time, no one thought of our cultural differences. I left the job to spend some quality time with my family and to live my dreams. Little did I know that things will turn out being so bad. If I knew what a huge difference will my single move bring to my life, I wouldn’t have left my job.” – 11:21 AM

“I don’t want you to face a similar situation. You won’t be able to handle the pressure at this end.” – 11:26 AM

“It is better you learn to manage the people at work for the time being without stressing out yourself. You will not have to do it for a long time now. We will begin with a new life soon.” – 11:39 AM

“Until then please get back your old routine – waking up early, praying, meditating, practicing yoga, writing, and making every minute count. Where is that Adeeva gone? Can I have her back?” – 11:42 AM

“I don’t want to lose you Adeeva.” – 11:54 AM

Adeeva and Om had been in a courtship for over six years. They witnessed several peaks and dips together and held on to each other in the most horrible times but probably this was the worst so far. Nonetheless, they somewhere knew that this too shall pass.

“I can’t lose you either Omi. I am sure we’ll figure this out together.” Adeeva texted him back.

“Leaving the job at present would not be the right thing to do. I can always begin to work on my project together with my job as I did a year ago. I believe it’s time to roll up the sleeves again. Thanks for being there! I’ve got to go now. I yet have to settle terms with my manager. LOL”

“I know you’ll shatter him to dust,” Omi smirked.

“Hahahaha..”

“We meet in the evening Adeeva, same place!”

“Yes, Omi. See you.”

Certain imperfect things perfectly fit together.

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