TheScientificTriangle

All was decided, she was moving. She had a new manager soon after the hanging session.

“It’s a scorpion behind you. No one knows when it slips in, when it attacks. Be alert, on the wake. You don’t have to kill any scorpion, you just have to prevent them from biting you.”

Lizzy was with me and we were having a cup of latte each.

“How did you like the porn? I am sure you have never known it also.” Lizzy smiled out. She had left the job, her fourth boyfriend and she was planning to study to go with me. But, she did not want robotics something simpler. She chose to do her Ph.D on studying the effect of music on paranormal waves around us.

Well, I did not believe in ghosts but it would be interesting if we could get the same University, so it was decided, she would only choose those which had my faculty.

But, I was not studying. I don’t know now how I studied so much back then. Five years, I was trying to find my sister, keeping a job, making contacts to know about my sister and Lizzy was breaking off from one moving to another trying to catch the stream of weakness where female are fed to just keep up this game even.

But Lizzy had put the wrong question to the big head, Shrum the answer she got makes her laugh even now. We still share it amongst our friends and my sister says,

“Had I seen it this way, I would have never wasted my years.” Some of my friend’s agree its a great way to see life. I agree but then we all are so busy and I have least contact with her except for the story which I am writing passing it onto her. She wants to survive on her own and take help only when required, she takes help only from people she calls her own and who have the potential to see when to leave her alone even if it means seeing her dying. She might not ask for help at all even then.

The answer was something like this,

“What porn? Is that something which addicts people? My God, I would have fainted. How illogical. How can you get attracted to a small tiny ugly place which smells bad sometimes, and the white slimy layers make it uglier even. How can you be addicted to such an act, not to people but to this very act, how can you not be addicted to love?

Is it the process which attracts humans or is it the hole, I could not understand. It was downright boring. With a man you love I understand. As an addiction of millions I don’t understand. Well there are many such soft things, flowers are also soft, why don’t people try with them? Now don’t go and say filthy minded men that there is a girl who has dared to think like this about a process. Or else, they might put their entire armies and nuclear powers to make me a whore. Even if they can’t they would create stories, a hype and make me look big. Like the shadow of a toad struck to a stick from one hole to another looks like a bear.”

Lizzy laughed inside, “Did you try groping yourself?”

“Well, I do that everyday. I need to keep my body clean. Remember. Someone just shine a torch, the penis and vagina look dirty. They are not at all beautiful. It’s like if you begin calling the drain, beautiful. It’s different when you produce a beautiful being with love for the bearer, the father but practising it with anyone, Waak thoo…..I would gargle and dettol bath and bleed my skin to death. I didn’t like it.”

“What if you fall in love?”

“Well, then what? I’ll love him, yeah unite with him. How do people get addicted to it I don’t understand. I understand necessities of other kinds. A whole empire rules on this trade, flesh trade. My sister was into it. She knew, but what she said could have saved many lives and probably wasted others. This addiction gives money to millions but also brings and bores ill.”

The door closed on her face. She stood there for a moment. Should she open the door asking him to not put her in trouble. Should she go back and tell him to not punish and stuff over such silly matters. She was alarmed by the human need to feel important. We can kill, plunder, close our damn eyes just to feel important?

But she chose to leave. She knew psychiatric study could have muddled his head. Telling him anything beyond what he was thinking would not be solving the problem.

He was a cup full and not a cup empty which could see and learn again. All throughout her conversation she saw that he was deducing, concluding and thinking in his own ways, the way his mind worked. She knew she had all probability of serving as the shoulder on which the gun is kept in order to be fired.

Humans always look for strong shoulders, brave ones to be scape goats.

She had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and again a wide hip, a perfect hourglass, a symbol of time. What else is most hated in this world other than time, and so a perfect hourglass must be destroyed. Shrum was the next in queue.

She knew none, not even Durjoy John wanted to bear the outcome of a wrong judgement, neither was Nita nor Binky nor king ready to take it. No one likes to be punished by nature, by humans since punishments are based on proven karma and anyone can weave a proven karma given he or she was strong enough.

Shrum walked back to her system, she knew the story had unfolded. Being weak, every damn human would want her to take the impact. But she won’t, since they thought wrong. They did not know she was not weak and helpless.

After qr certification they gave her a laptop and another means to keep a tab on her.

Her room mate had come to know the password, she was a Telugu girl and she would creep at night, watch soft porn on her system. A tester by profession, she thought Shrum was too simple to know about history in google. She did not try the anonymous one. One day Shrum found out.

I told her to keep a watch for a few months to keep a tab. I asked her to watch those again in order to determine how harmful it was.

She confirmed it was not blue films but soft pornography and girls. Gowdas, Reddy and Rai all were one when it came to such movies. On other times they were different. They had made a duplicate key of Shrum’s half of the almirah.

Shrum left her PG and went in search of a house. She never took help more than required even from me. So even though I wanted to help her, she wanted to search on her own.

“I don’t get paid much di.”

“It’s Okay, I can share.”

“No, it’s not okay. I can’t take it. Not even from Rom.” She had just found work after a dark non forgiving five years. Rom was her cousin who had an MFA in fine arts from Singapore but then her parents died and she was lost in the crowns for long. She did some wrong stuff to sustain herself since her parent had spent entire money they had on her degree. Even the house they built was mortgaged. A lama healed her thought process and she was once her neighbour or we thought we had lost her.

I knew her when she came to IIT for a course. Intense ragging, she was in the hospital. She was molested and brutally wounded. She had not seen the faces but she fought, fought hard to not face rape, to live. Her parents invested a lot of money to bring her back. Then also the same lama healed her. She gifted Rom a mastiff puppy.

Rom decided to withdraw her seat, when she knew that the guy in queue fought for it with her. He was a localite. He had tried five years and now for just one girl before her he could not be a loser.

They had disease and simple ones were ignored leading to bigger ones. No money, lives came to an end.

For almost five years, Rom felt like a murderer. She could not forgive herself.

The year she came back home, her mother and within six months the father went off. She had no siblings of her own.

She could not even take them to a good doctor.

The future was not over but past was never forgiving.

She drew beautiful paintings, copies of originals to earn money. She never met me nor Shrum to keep us away from her darkness.

We let her live but then she left doing it listening to us. Now she sells originals, and wishes to join the lama one day. She has enough to be elusive and we have no desire to break into her reclusive life, we honour her struggle as a woman from the north east.

No one knows her pseudonym. Not even her sellers.

“What if I don’t tell you? What if I deny? I work with them, how can I talk behind them unnecessarily?” For a moment she took over. She lashed back.

“Well, now you are in the room and they know. If you go out, they would still doubt you. It’s better you tell it.” He took over after a momentary flaring of nostrils glaring down through a curtain of a psychiatric sweetness.

“Well, then I must tell you the truth.” She decided to remain close to what she felt would be appropriate.

“We met to defy his meetings going forth. Nita wanted to have a separate meeting since she feels he is very dominating. He dominates us often that we have to do the work this way only. However, I never felt he does exactly that, except that he might be a little more passionate about his work.”

“How is your experience working with your colleagues?”

“Good. Nita certified me as a reviewer. I have no qualms working with them.”

He asked something like, do they burden you or somewhere close.

“Sometimes, yes both ways they do burden me. I am doing big cases. I am doing complicated ones, my count is low, quality scores dip whereas there are others who only do small cases and do not even share.”

“Why didn’t you tell them?

“Well, I thought we all work as a family here. If someone is doing some work, others can take up sometimes. So I do it. I am new so parameters are little lose for me.”

“Really?”

“Probably.”

“Do you think?” led to so many questions.

After that he asked a little more trying to dig deeper.

“It’s not that they don’t work. It’s just that they work in different areas. I try to suffice some areas.”

After a little more prodding she tied her open hairs and she did not like the look of half dreamy eyes with the smile on the man’s face.

However, she ignored. Since she knew she had answered a few things funnily. Besides, he was a director and dating already, quite older and since he was dating she did not see anything to be alarmed by that look.

“What do I tell them, it’s almost twenty minutes?”

“You can tell them you had some audit or some quality issues.”

None of us now remember the right words.

But then Shrum still remembers the last words.

“The ones found guilty would be properly dealt with, punished.”

“Why is he calling me on Earth?”

“See, What fault you have done. Go, go.” Some giggled and some at her with eyes big, reaching down to the cheeks.

She pushed the door inwards, “May I come in?”

“Please. Take a seat.” Durjoy John told.

“Thanks, why did you call me?” Shrum’s heart knew it would be something about the incident, the afternoon incident but then she did not know why she was in the room. She was new, she made her point rightfully even there. Did Maria not hear the conversations then, did she not hear who spoke what providing a wrong picture based on whose mouth moved more. Shrum knew obviously it was hers, since she was trying to neutralise the situation apart from another girl, who looked brave but was vulnerable at the end of her job moving on their tunes.

“Okay, it is about this afternoon. What happened. Why did you not attend the meeting here? Where was the team?”

Her heart sank.

“Why are you asking me? I am new here. You can ask others.”

“I will but wanted to know from you.”

“Why? Why should I be the one to tell you?” She demanded.

“Since we have seen you for so long, you have been good here, so I am trying to ask you. We will surely ask others.” He bent this head down, made an effort to join his fingers from both palms into each other.

She had not spoken to me, she had no idea what she must talk. So she spoke what she was good at, spoke what she felt was necessary.

First of all, Binky made mountain of a molehill throwing himself off one others.

Then Nita reacted unnecessarily trying to establish her dominion. God knows what they were fighting for- ego, love, hate, domination, jobs, religion, caste or creed.

Then her over exaggerated meeting.

Then her over dramatic responses,

“We will not attend his team meeting. We will have our own.” She pounded her fist on the table hard.

Unnecessary flash lights.

But then no one there probably wanted to take the responsibility on their head. No one wanted to lose their job. So, they tried finding out a scape goat. They tried a lot to make her one but Sagittarius are huge often. You can’t trap them, no matter what? You can only win them over by truth. If they are at fault ever, they will not take a second to cut off their head. The loss will never seem like a win for those who try hard to end them. It will seem like a loss to them even when they stand with a Sagittarius cut off head in their hands.

Then this psychiatric head, his over exaggeration.

“Where am I? Amongst idiots.” She muttered under her breath while opening the door.

It’s amazing how quickly humans can change their face. In fractions.

If you love only a small segment called your caste, how do you love at all?

Can it be called love? Do you know how to love then? Do you at all know anything about love about compassion, about agape then?

Those who know love in entirety is a saint,

those who know lust in entirety is a satan.

What are the humans here? Neither saint nor satan, they know nothing. They neither make an attempt to know love nor attempt to know lust. Hollow within, filled with fears, worries and a hell lot of racer bikes, racing cars, bicycles in some.

One afternoon she is working, she is not aware, except for a ping from Nita the previous evening that they were meeting for ten minutes the next day over Binki’s bossiness.

Well, she typed back an okay without asking anything else. Naïveté can be costly.

In her cab that day, she slept off and did not hear her teammates also who would always give her advices on how less she should work to preserve other’s interests as they did not want to work so much, they wanted to chill around.

She was staying awake at nights, she was staying awake whole night just to promote a case with a lady doctor who was one of the most sweetest in the bunch, her behaviour never changed till the end, yet Shrum did not bid her goodbye nor did she bid any. She had long lost the contact with humans around her.

The big day, she reaches office. She is not aware that they are to boycott Binki’s meeting and her two cab mates bunked, the other guy as I call one and another guy who tried being funny but mostly could not act well, Kushan.

Nita bosses a snap, and moves forward. She is supposed to follow but seeing the scenario being only a year old, she sniffs it. She sniffs, moves to a cubicle which is two cubicle ahead of her, talks to a mature looking woman Geetika who had suffered five years, was about to leave. But, I told her about Nita’s plan.

“What to do?” She asked her, she never messaged me from office.

“Go.” She added fuel to ice. “You also don’t like Binki’s bossiness right, go.”

She paused to think, had she ever had any problem with anyone’s bossiness. Besides did she ever care. She told the same to her, adding “He is hedonistic but yeah till now has not harmed me.” In her sleep, she sleepwalked out and wafted to the cafeteria.

Almost the entire team was there. There also sat a lady from Binki’s morning team, Maria eating her lunch hawk eyeing us. She knew she would be in trouble. Sitting there she felt it could also be staged. She had missed telling us to keep a tap and unfortunately during that point we had not kept a record.

On the table, she placed a long list and in that list was all that he does everyday.

Assigning small tasks to his group

Leaving longer works

Making Shrum work more since he thought Shrum was crazy about accolades which she was not, she was focusing on earning and this was definitely not the kind of accolades she wished to earn.

Shrum though did not keep from making points, she thought she felt, keeping her presence neutral in all aspects. Nita glared a few times and chose to ignore her. She was after all new.

Boom! Boom!

The meeting ended. Being a junior, being qr certified she could not ignore Nita’s command. But then that was not her intention and she did not bother at all about humans there.

Well, it was always a throwback competition on the floor.

You win, I win. She had to stick to everyday people for help. She chose thus to go but she did not opine anyway. She had no enmity, no matter what, she was not jealous of anyone there, but people wanted her to be all this,

Jealous

Fighting to win over guys.

Fighting over petty issues when no one sat there caring for the issues on hand creating chaos and confusion.

Fighting with Sucheta was a dream of an only turban guy in her office till then.

“I want to see you cat fight with Sucheta.”

She told him coolly “That would never happen.” That never happened from her end but it did flare up from Sucheta’s end on the backend. She wanted Binky and she wanted to be a manager. After all, who did not want to be one, that was the only post every single person was squabbling for, tiring for Shrum.

Well, as soon as she settled for the day on her chair, Durjoy John called her over,

“Shrum please come to room no 8.”

King and the rest turned suddenly and their faces said, alarm but planned, no, maybe.

She alienates herself for all three months.

Basically the is the time when she actually thought it was wrong to take up this job. But she was stuck for now, since she knew movements were monitored their company. There were many who returned back, a forced intervention in many cases, to prove their worth in the market. It was goofed up or played up mostly.

The two months went peaceful except some trials here and there. Some people trying to check if her interest could be drawn. That itself was difficult. One guy came up quite briskly. He called her one Saturday morning while she was working to come to a mall close by, for some shopping or perhaps some words which right now none of us four, remember. She thought she would get a break too while helping the guy with the shopping. After all, when you shop for women you need women shoppers.

But then it seemed like he was all alone and she kind of realised she was perhaps on an unwilling point again.

“Listen my parents won’t allow all this,” she told him over a burger paid her bill.

“Parent oppose unnecessarily.” Abiudaullah said.

“No, I am fine with it. I can’t come I am not interested.” She left, another improper con a ship attempt. On the way back she messaged me,

“Another one.” We shared smileys.

Next day, she went back to office and informed King about it.

He said, “Wait, we will take care.”

“No need to take care, it’s pretty absurd.” She just wanted to confirm if others reacted to it.

Well, after a few days one day he tried speaking, she avoided.

He again tried, she avoided. Last attempt he made by trying to move into her path while she headed for the cab at 11 pm. She ignored him, gave him a look and left. She had tried talking seriously to him during that period, but his lack of seriousness made her stop talking completely.

Now, he stayed for almost six months and left the office.

He had a friend, who one day stood at a compromising posture near his seat which she relayed to me. Now, she had gone to clear a doubt, she had to bent a little to check through his system. She told me that and I advised her to ignore.

But, then either her facial expression changed or it was planned, some men began behaving oddly and one day oddly he was coming and saying sorry for no obvious reason for Shrum told me that it could be obvious that we sit there for eight hours we don’t seem to care much about our postures.

I agreed and we made the matter light, but then an apology, a sorry from him, as he came down to her desk and slowly said sorry made no sense.

She might have grown a bit serious but then she was speaking to him regarding work.

“What for?” She asked.

He did not reply, scratched his forehead, smiled and left. He was an Ayurvedic doctor and probably a Tam Brahm, big thing in those sides I guess.

He got married, invited her, she did go and blessed the couple. But, then he left. Some portion of the masses blamed her discreetly for his resignation, one or two. Reason was not clear to her neither to me until it was all staged.

Small things come and go.

Big things also come and go.

Small things can change big things.

Big things cant change small things.

Someone winked at her, someone spread their arms her cubicle guy while they were leaving at eleven from the office. She smiled on the front but was scared behind though she knew the man was not harmful that way. She could not voice since she knew well enough that an HR would take actions and if they did, it will also impact her. Without even doing anything she was hit already.

The HR may not take any action instead it might turn on her, since she was a woman.

In all probability she also knew light flirting won’t harm her as long as it was within limits.

I too knew that and asked her to ignore.

Meanwhile two of her colleagues had already asked her for night out, ignorance is often bliss when Shrum replied to them this,

“Night out, are you mad. I have to sleep, tomorrow again office is there, Saturday I have to always clean my room, get my things. Day out is only not possible forget night out. Who else is coming? You guys can go with them, anyways what else put a camp, eat, drink, talk shit and come back that’s it right?”

They smiled at her face and left that moment.

I told her the meaning knowing which she stopped talking to the guys.

She was hurt and I was the only one who could blow her cold.

But then one guy repeated it again and she warned him she would go to the HR.

She confronted, confrontation was to be avoided I told her at all cost, even her sister had warned her, but she did not know what other way to tackle it.

One day, Nidhi her cab mate told to King, “One day someone will begin harassing her so much that all will be lost, wait and see. She is always on her horses, trying to show, she alone knows or does everything. If this is the scene she will become manager before all of us and we would sit quietly. King however did not comment.

When Mr. New Kumar had initially joined, Shrum was very enthusiastic that probably she would now have a group of friend. One day there was a Cadbury bar in her bag peeping out of it, Mr. New Kumar asked it from her, she gave it to him.

“Wow, you got chocolate from Shrum? Amazing.” Everyone giggled around.

She too giggled not knowing what was wrong. This incident is of a much later date, but that day she probably was confirmed what or how they were trying to bend her existence.

Everyone asked Shrum, “Why you gave that bar to him full bar?”

“He asked, no one has ever asked me. I always have chocolates in office in my bag.” She shrugged and bent down reading her literature.

“Why did you take it or eat it whole, you could have shared?” People asked the Mr. New Kumar.

“She gave so I ate.” He said which seemed a rather simple answer to Shrum.

Once she was contented there could be no after effect of this action, she went back to working.

But, then this other guy came up with a statement which made Shrum uncomfortable.

“You are very fast, I would say, we were not so fast.” The staff around Shrum giggled and I told her why they giggled.

She too had learnt a few stuffs by then, so she gauged it.

Now, people did not let them be friends, she had not ridden her bike long and she was hoping to at least go for biking on weekends since he was linked to a biking club.

She kept it to herself imagining the cons of being surrounded by stupidity to this extent and then also when stupid people think they are wise instead knowing they are crooked.

Well, I too thought if she could find some confidante in office it would be nice.

She had never thought of love or any liking or any kind of short term bindings in the more polite sense of the word.

Humans have well developed senses which have nothing to do with our day to day activities, our ways of living, our understanding about the world. These are called sixth sense, something which humans have never really understood very well, after a wide array of experiments.

Shrum’s nose was so developed that I often teased her having nose sense which many lacked around her.

She could tell a person from another based on their smell.

She could say right from wrong again based on sense.

“This is not smelling right.” She would always tell out.

During September she refused going to her office annual day.

Reasons were she did not want to go, she was weary of getting dressed every morning, she was not very keen on being with the same boring people in the same room, she did not like dancing with strangers, found no fun in it, she did not like anything which was so decked up and complicated.

She had though visited a theme park where girls were moving around, frolicking with men. She sat in a corner with her manager, who was till the end genuine towards her on the face about many aspects, even though her manager’s repeated requests to visit reiki learning and schools were widely ignored by our Shrum.

She had joined something odd, Samael Aun Weor, was a teacher and she got attracted to his teachings. But then again she went for the classes for six months and received a lot of clarifications however she had to discontinue given her increased work load and works extending to Saturday and Sunday. At one point she was working almost 15/7.

She knew it was tough.

Hanging out with people who bored her immensely was not something she could do, she can never push herself to do something very hard unless she liked it at least a bit.

She denied offers of being to the outings despite Sucheta requesting. Meanwhile she went for her mother’s check up.

On outings she received advices.

“Tell a lie at home and come with us. How difficult is that, if your family is uncomfortable about the idea.”

That was striking, she burst out a loud “NO” to immature people.

She showed an error of Nita to someone who was not her team and the king told her, “don’t forget Shrum everyone here is linked to each other very well, you cannot flourish if you do not work accordingly with us.”

“I would have shown an error even if it was mine.”

She walked out.

Now the king, one more guy and another girl occupied a cubicle with her.

One day she fell sick and left, so the other guy, Salty told her suddenly

“She is very beautiful much more than you.” Indicating the girl who left on a sick leave.

“Yeah, Yeah, she is so pretty.” She nodded.

It did not work so the king said,

“She is not well disposed towards you.”

“Not all will be.” Shrum replied.

“Many people here don’t like you.” One more guy told her.

So our great Shrum replied, “I too don’t end up liking all, in such a big place it’s very much obvious not all can like all.”

She would relay to me everyday and we would laugh aloud at the amount of hard work going on behind her.

The manager sent Shrum’s name for QR certification to which king said, “you are lucky hence your name got selected.”

In short it meant Shrum was not talented.

She took it with a bright smile, “Sagitta‘s are born lucky, what to do.”

But the king was never harmful on the front to her, yes backend he used to participate in a lot of conversations and also sometimes disentangled situations, as per our occasional tapping was proving.

So, a person who is neutral to anybody’s existence and does not fight with you like a cock, was not debilitating to her existence even if not completely harmless. He would occasionally help probably he understood she was not very much interested in what goes on there or probably since Shrum had found his mother very nice one day when he was showing his family photos to everybody.

Sometimes she would share about the families of those colleagues, sometimes she shared the gossips she came across about office with her mother.

Nita is the witch and the trainer was an imp.

One day when we met in our home, Lizzy suggested,

“Tell me, Nita is not married or divorced or separated or in some such men goofy rackets, is she then eyeing this young man, Binky, probably trying to reduce competitors.”

We had a hearty laugh on this.

But then Shrum knew Sucheta was fond.

If Shrum ever joins to like someone she can immediately begin reading hearts.

In her nine years, I don’t remember she ever insulted anybody on the face.

Though she has grudges and been offensive behind at times, just when she has not understood the reason for their rudeness, their back comments.

They were tapping her call, I and Lizzy could see that. We tapped into some people to know their motif.

“After all, it is not called stealing if you steal on a thief.”

The software’s are widely available, and we heard into late night dramas.

Till then, they were unable to unfold much, since Shrum was an epitome of perfection.

She was still safe. They were using crude means like her lady manager would be calling trying to collect information.

Often she would want to know, what Shrum thought about Durjoy John since Shrum would smile at him brightly as well as to her director, a bright mind.

“Nothing much I think about him Chinni, I just think he is caring enough to ask how I was liking the place, so I return a smile to him. What else?”

“Yeah what else. You know he is not married but he said he was dating someone. He is slightly old.”

“It’s fine, men are never old they say, it’s women who grow old after menopause. Let him date. Why do you worry?” She was leaning on the terrace, drying her hairs in the sunlight. There was nothing except stretches covered with homes and homes.

“Ahh! Why should I worry. Anyways, I am also seeing a man, he takes a lot of care for me.”

“Ahh! Great. Hope things turn well.”

“They will, of course. No hoping it will.” She said.

“Yeah.”

The call ended, when Shrum told me, I told her something which came spontaneously to me.

“Why on earth are they trying such cheap tricks? Are they very small? We don’t have all this shit in our office. Do they think of taking you down to a man, making you kneel down, beg, borrow, steal and go down the path of destruction. They might be knowing through background checks, your family could not arrange a match for you.”

“Perhaps, there are so many mouths to tell them that also. I choose to not get married, if I don’t marry the face, I want to meet.”

“You can’t tell them that. It is a world where women marry to preserve safety, to be productive in something since most of them are non productive, money wise or mentally. Women marry for so many different reasons, they are trying to find that one reason for you.”

“Really, then shall I leave the job? Maybe I can find something good as yours.”

“Ours don’t use such cheap tricks since they keep us safe for bigger tricks. There are some though even in our office who would serve to satisfy women who are unmarried, widowed or divorced, many bachelors, even married men without commitment entertainment but then they settle down eventually leaving these women groping for more when these giant of women land themselves in trouble coz they can’t control what was ignited beneath them.”

“Is it so hard? To control.”

“No, but the world does not give them time to resolve, they ignite their egos when a man leaves them. So, they say, hmm what if one left I will find another. Then another leaves and another.”

“Okay, do one thing, confuse them.” I said to her.

Sucheta had told one of her colleagues in front of Shrum that she would not mind a husband at home, and a husband at office. She can manage to which our holy Shrum relayed the incident to her mother over the tapped phone.

Nita’s father was a Malayalam pundit in a temple and her mother was a teacher.

One day, Shrum had told her that, “I don’t fight with everyone since I was not taught to, I don’t fight since who does not understand will never understand no matter what.” Nita had asked her as to why she did not fight with those who marked her unnecessarily to increase her error percentage.

Next few days later, Nita was saying to her cubicle mate, “I am also a teacher’s daughter. I stand for my rights.”

That evening Shrum asked me why was it even necessary to tell something like this, she reminded me that a few days back she had stated to Nita that she does not believe in standing up for her rights every time, not when she knows it won’t work.

“Di, can you make shit heads understand your point of view?”

“You can’t, but she is telling you precisely when Biyonte or else his friends mark you. Even today you were marked by his friends. Did you notice that.”

She hummed.

“I think you try get qr certified and stay away from both poles. After all this, I think a cloud has already formed and it may rain hail stones on You anytime.”

“Listen, can you do me a favour? Keep your mouth shut. Don’t talk to people in your cubicle.”

She had a change in cubicle mates once her buddy left the organisation and the other two people were shifted to different teams.

A very nice girl sat with her, the girl had morals, she played up for almost a month to their tunes but then stopped entirely and few days later, she left.

Shrum was not at all competing with her nor was jealous of her, neither did she have any inferiority complex towards her or anybody. I knew the trap was being led but she had no grips hence she could not be caught.

This was September 2010.

She did not believe in casteism or religions.

She respected all as humans, it was strange she was so perfect that humans had to attempt trapping her by building a wall of lie around her.

That is when people began to whisper,

“She would hold one or the other guy, she can’t be so strong, now see Biyonte was there, then it would be the Pure and then the King.

Mr. Pure was her third manager.

The Pure was her manager whom she avoided by all means except work and at some points Mr. Pure understood she was not a threat to his existence, worked even if he called at two thirty when she might have just slept at one after office, stayed up at nights to keep her words. Of course, many who want to retain jobs this hard way are doing the same. Mr. Pure would shout and scream at her, even in front of a big audience, she kept quiet since he was the only one who promoted her thrice. She thought and always would think it was her work, though humans rumoured it was Mr.Pure’s manager or the director who recognised her work.

The king was her colleague. He thought he was the king and was not at all offensive except twice.

I was calling my sister every week now as she had asked me to do.

I made her speak to mom even once during the month.

I was thinking further how to make things right, meanwhile Sehar was leaving for the States, she said there was a deal.