Why I love male colleagues better

Why I love male colleagues better

August 1, 2016
Prompt: What you don’t know (Used in sentence)

When I landed in Dubai, 17 years ago, apart from adapting to the new work genre, I also struggled to ‘fit-in’. If learning the trade of logistics was hard enough, then I wobbled finding my trendy feet. And because I was determined to hold my nose high up in the air, it was a tight-rope walk atop slippery ice.

Hiding my weakness was my strength, then. What you don’t know, stove it under the carpet – was my foolish mantra. I was NOT this me. I doubt if I even had an iota of the current me inside myself then. But, then, if I knew what I know now, I would not be what I am now. Okays?

Well, we had among us one Indian female, a prima donna I called her (only in my head). When we greeted one another with a good morning, she would walk-in, bouncing off her tresses from one side of her shoulder to the other and rubbing her derriere, “hey, is the line showing!” She was one panty-obsessed woman. She had such knowledge about the different brands, the texture, cut and fit of undies, I initially wondered if she was a lingerie sales woman before.

But soon, I garnered she was one helluva detail-conscious nerd about anything personal. She smelled tea but did not drink it; nibbled on pizza but did not bite into it; bought chocolates but distributed it… she only had carrot juice for breakfast, fruits for lunch and salads for dinner. Liar! She might be hogging before she comes to work, I thought.

Every Sunday morning, she hopped on to the weighing machine naked and measured her waist with her tattered school belt!

One day she wanted to treat us. We joined her on one condition that she would EAT. Eat a proper meal. So, the two men and four women of our team headed to a Thai restaurant. It was my first time. I mimicked an order placed by the luminary herself.

“Omg! Such thick chillies!” I exclaimed when served.

Miss perfecto, seated right opposite me, giving me a smirk, delicately pricked into one thick green from her plate and maneuvered it between her painted lips in a manner that would put a classical dancer to shame.

“Too much spice is not good for your tummy!” I advised, impatient to share my knowledge.

Pricking into another, she announced, “This is asparagus, Nisha. Loaded with vitamins. A healthy green,” she swirled her jaws, “Umm…I… love… it!”

The women laughed, as if they were born on asparagus beds. One of the men said, “It’s a tasteless stem, don’t bother eating Nisha.” The other changed the topic instantly.

This is why I love men!

But I loved myself more, even then. So I was determined to bite even.

“We should have ordered bro-co-li soup,” I chimed as best as I could.

“Anyone for broccoli soup,” announced Miss Perfecto, into my eyeballs, “Bro-Co-li flushes out E-Co-li off your system.”

Thanks to her, I took to studying phonetics with a vengeance…and importantly I no more shy away from admitting what I don’t know.

I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016

Nisha Sanjeev


  • Shailaja Vishwanath
    August 2, 2016

    Yikes that doesn't sound like a very good encounter at all. But then again a lot of women are very conscious about what they eat although it can border on the excessive at times.

  • tulika singh
    August 2, 2016

    Heh heh.. living on asparagus and broccoli would take the life out of living for me. On second thoughts I'd like to be this lady's friend – she'd buy chocolate, I'd eat it. She order pizza, I'd be around to finish it for her. Perfect !!

  • Suzy
    August 2, 2016

    Miss Perfecto will someday become Miss not so Perfecto. A lifestyle like that just simply cannot be sustained. Enjoyed your post.

  • sunaina sharma
    August 2, 2016

    Haha….that was encounter of a kind…..:)

  • Roshan Radhakrishnan
    August 2, 2016

    You would be surprised but we get prima donnas in the operation theatre too… and I don't even mean young women. It is sometimes young men who just feel that the world revolves around them and they own the entire staff in the theatre.
    I have a fun time avoiding them… not my cup of tea.

  • Shilpa Garg
    August 2, 2016

    Have met Ms Perfecto types and they certainly are skilled in getting on your nerves. Even though your experience was not so good with her, a post about her made for a delightful read!

  • Geets
    August 2, 2016

    Haha!!! That was an interesting tale with Ms Perfecto! And the name.. i love it! And sure, we like men at so many places, don't we?!


  • Sid @ iwrotethose.com
    August 2, 2016

    First things, first, Nisha.
    Had quite a chuckle at the title. Intriguing and definitely gets the reader in 🙂
    During my corporate days, I have seen a few such Ms. Perfects – though I felt bad, I'd continue to happily eat my lunch in front of them.

  • Vinodini Iyer
    August 2, 2016

    Wow…you described her so well. I could actually visualize the whole scene. Glad it behind you now.

  • Rajlakshmi
    August 3, 2016

    Hehehe Actually I am that line conscious girl but I definitely don't ask anyone … I got eyes 😉 loved reading this post… I have made embarrassing pronunciation mistakes but it's a part of learning… I even ask my friends how to pronounce the words when menu looks like a foreign language tutorial.

  • Anamika Agnihotri
    August 4, 2016

    Interesting read. I know how irritating such characters can be. I want to ask which adult speaks by stretching the letter sounds in words. Until now, I only knew 4 and 5 years old trying to read words that way.