FOODIE HUMOR IN UNIFORM – COLD CUTS

March 27, 2014

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: COLD CUTS – Humor in and out of Uniform.

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HUMOUR IN AND OUT OF UNIFORM
COLD CUTS
Navy Foodie Memories
By
VIKRAM KARVE
This happened almost 30 years ago, in the mid 1980’s.
The moment I reported to IAT Pune, I was immediately given a “bum job” – Mess Secretary of the Officers’ Mess (of course, in addition to my primary instructional duties).
I duly reported to the President Mess Committee (PMC) in the Mess Office.
“Welcome to the IAT Officers’ Mess,” the PMC, an Air Force Group Captain said, “well, the first thing you will have to do is the valedictory dinner coming up this weekend – plenty of bigwigs are coming, so let’s have a grand affair.”
After uttering those words, the PMC disappeared, leaving everything to me.
I called the mess staff and I was delighted to see that there were two navy sailors – a cook and a steward.
I recognized the cook at once – he had served with me on a ship a few years ago and was now a Petty Officer.
I looked at the cook and said, “Let’s have a cold cuts spread for the valedictory dinner – like we used to have on the ship. I think it will be ideal for a hot summer evening.”
The cook’s face brightened up, and he said, “Very good idea, Sir. It will be a nice change from the usual butter chicken, mutter paneer, daal makhani menu.”
“Let’s have a Naval Pudding too,” I said.
“Sir, I can make Diplomat or Trunk of Tree,” the cook said.
“Let’s have both,” I said, “and we will have a lavish cold cuts spread which everyone will remember for a long time.”
On the morning of the dinner, I personally went along with the cook to the market and stores in Pune Camp to select the assorted cold cut meats and other ingredients.
 
I wish I could show you pictures of the lavish Mixed Cold Cuts Buffet Spread we had laid out on Banquet Tables on the plush lawns of the IAT Officers Mess, but this happened 30 years ago, so the best thing I can do to whet your appetite is to upload from the internet some delicious “food porn” pictures of cold cuts. This should give you an idea of what the delectable array of meats in a cold cuts buffet looks like and how scrumptious and fulfilling a cold cuts banquet is. I am sure your mouth will salivate when you look at these delicious pictures of the succulent cold cuts.
 
 
                                          COLD CUT MEATS
 
                                                        COLD CUTS PLATTERS
 
 
 

 COLD CUTS BUFFET SPREADS

COLD CUT MEAT AND SEAFOOD PLATTER

 (Just imagine entire tables with such delicious mixed meat cold cuts spreads)


The valedictory dinner was a grand success.

Everyone appreciated the cold cuts buffet spread.
The PMC and I were sitting in his Office, feeling good in a self-congratulatory mood, when Colonel “S” walked in.
Colonel “S” was most unhappy with the dinner.
“What sort of menu is this for a party dinner?” he complained.
“Everyone says the dinner was excellent – even I enjoyed the food,” the PMC countered.
“All of you are carnivores – in the dinner there were only meats and meats – ham, salami, sausages, mutton, chicken, fish, luncheon meat…god knows what all was there – but there was nothing for vegetarians like me.”
“Sir, there was Russian Salad…” I tried to say.
“S” interrupted me, “There was egg in there…”
“Egg? In the Russian Salad? I don’t think so – though they do put in a few chopped boiled eggs in Russian Salad sometimes, I don’t think last night’s Russian Salad had eggs…”
“But it had mayonnaise – there is egg in mayonnaise – and one of the puddings had egg too – in the custard – this is total injustice to vegetarians – the only thing I could eat was those bread rolls, terribly tasting cheese and a few raw vegetables,” complained“S” bitterly.
“Okay, your point is noted,” the PMC said.
After “S” had gone away, the PMC said, “These bloody Pongos can’t appreciate good cuisine – I think we will have the standard Army Style party menu next time.”
So, for the next dinner party we had the standard greasy “Fauji” party menu.
But “S” was still unhappy.
“S” started his sob story: “For the non-vegetarians there was chicken curry, fish fry, mutton…”
“Mutton..?” I said, surprised.
“In the small eats – don’t think I didn’t see the heaped plates of Boti Kababs, Seekh Kababs, Shami Kababs along with the Chicken Tikka, Fish Finger and Prawns – and for the vegetarians there were only peanuts and wafers…”
“And mixed pakoras – cauliflower, palak, potato, onion…” I added.
“S” interrupted me and asked, “Where is the equivalence?”
“Equivalence?” I said, nonplussed.
“Yes, where is the equivalence between the food served to non-vegetarians and vegetarians?” asked “S”.
“Sir, in last evening’s menu for vegetarians we had paneer, daal, palak, vegetables – all these have plenty of protein and vitamins just like non-veg dishes – healthwise they have the same, maybe even better nutritional value…” I said.
“Who is talking of nutritional value? I am talking of monetary value. I have calculated the cost of all the non-veg food you served last night – it is double the cost of the veg menu – and you charge the same amount of party share to veg and non-veg…”
“Sir, please…”
“And in that bloody western style cold-cuts party of yours – the disparity was even worse – it is total injustice for the vegetarians…” said “S” bitterly.
I was getting fed up of his diatribe so I said to the PMC: “Sir, let Colonel “S” organize the next party – let him decide whatever menu he wants.”
“S” readily agreed and the PMC gave his okay.
At the next party, the buffet spread out on the dining table was a bonanza for vegetarians – paneer shahi korma, mutter mushroom, malai kofta, dal makhani, Navratan Korma in rich Cashewnut gravy laden with pineapple and other fruit and a rich dry fruit embellished pulao – in short, the works.
 
And on the non-veg side of the table there was just a measly looking chicken curry, as if “S” had personally supervised it.
As usual, I was well prepared for the party and had built up a good appetite – a game of 6-a-side hockey, a swim in the NDA pool, followed by 6 large pegs of Hercules Rum had made me happily high and voraciously hungry.
I had a look at the measly looking chicken curry.
I ladled in a leg piece of chicken and some curry on my plate.
I noticed “S” looking at me – he had a gloating look of triumph and victory.
I looked at the array of delicious dishes on the vegetarian table.
I could not resist the temptation, so I crossed over and started heaping my plate with the vegetarian delights.
“S” suddenly appeared by my side, “You are non vegetarian. Why are you taking vegetarian food?”
“Who says that a non-vegetarian cannot eat vegetarian food?” I countered “S” – and then I said to him: “And who is stopping you from eating non-veg food? If you want you can also have non-veg food. In fact, you should have enjoyed the delicious cold cuts that day.”
 
The PMC was overhearing our tête-à-tête.
 
“Yes, a non-vegetarian has the best of both worlds, especially in the services,” the PMC commented, tongue-in-cheek.
 
 
MORAL OF THE STORY
 
If you are a pure vegetarian, it is best to steer clear of the navy (army and air force too).
 
And yes, the same applies if you are a teetotaller non-drinker too.
 
But that is another story which I have already told you earlier – remember the story of THE “MAUKATARIAN” FREELOADER ?
 
VIKRAM KARVE
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Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: WOMEN NEED TO PLAY VOTEBANK POLITICS

February 17, 2014

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: WOMEN NEED TO PLAY VOTEBANK POLITICS.

Am I an Ageless Wonder – THE ETERNAL “UNCLE”

January 22, 2014

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: THE ETERNAL “UNCLE”.

Link to my original post in my blog: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/01/the-eternal-uncle.html

THE ETERNAL “UNCLE”

Last evening I attended a nostalgic and memorable get-together where many of my erstwhile colleagues and fellow officers, serving and retired, from the Navy, Army and Air Force were present.
 
Many friends who had met me after many years, complimented me: “You haven’t changed at all. You look just the same after so many years.
 
“Stop pulling my leg,” I said.
 
“Seriously, Sir,” said a young Commodore, who I had taught in this very same institute when he was a young Lieutenant; and then he added, “Sir, we last met in 1993, more than 20 years ago, and you look just the same. 
 
“Thanks,” I said, accepting the compliment, and then boasted, “maybe I am an ageless wonder!
 
And then I told them this real life story:
 
AM I AN AGELESS WONDER ?
A Real Life Story – The Eternal “uncle”
By
VIKRAM KARVE
 
 
NEW DELHI (1982)
 
In 1982, as a newly married couple, we lived in Curzon Road Apartments on Kasturba Gandhi Marg near India Gate in New Delhi.
 
Me, my wife, and our puppy dog (a small Lhasa Apso Puppy Dog given to us as a wedding gift) – all three of us lived in our neat cosy one room apartment with a small kitchenette and a lovely balcony high up on the top floor.
 
One evening, while on her way back home from work, my wife went to the convenience store to buy milk and the shopkeeper told her that her father had already bought milk a few minutes ago.
 
My wife was delighted at the unexpected visit of her father so she rushed to our house and on not seeing her father around my wife asked me, “Where is Daddy?”
 
“Your Daddy? He must be in Pune,” I said.  
 
“No. Daddy has come here,” she said.
 
“Who told you?” I asked.
 
“The shopkeeper,” she said.
 
“Let’s go down and ask him,” I said.
 
So we went down and asked the shopkeeper who pointed towards me and said, “He took the milk. I thought he was your father.”
 
“He is my husband,” my wife said, pointing at me.
 
“I am sorry, Sir, but I was really mistaken,” the shopkeeper said apologetically to me.
 
Then the shopkeeper smiled at my wife and said to her, “Madam, you look so young, like a schoolgirl, so I thought he was your father.”
 
It was true. 
 
When we were married, my wife looked very young, just like a schoolgirl. 
 
She was 21 and I was 25, and though the shopkeeper hadn’t spelt it out in so many words, I did look a bit older than my 25 years, with my “healthy” built and my formidable beard.
 
Unlike the so-called “metrosexual” men of today, I like to be who I am, so I don’t believe in “cosmetic engineering”.
 
I believe in the “old-mould” idea that a man must look like a man, tough and manly, and though hygiene and grooming are important, there is no need for a man to be excessively obsessed about his looks.
 
Of course, whereas having an appropriate dress sense and wearing good quality clothes is a must, there is no need for a man to “deck up”.
 
That’s why when the first strand of grey hair appeared on my head when I was in my mid 40’s, I never used hair dye, nor did I colour my copious beard when it started greying.
 
Of course, I must say here, that my wife too has a natural look and she hardly uses any cosmetics and nor does she colour her hair.
 
The fact of the matter was that my wife did indeed look much younger than me. 
 
Period.
 
So, even in those days, when a pretty young girl called me “uncle”, I did not mind it very much. Maybe, to her, I did indeed look like an “uncle”.
 
 
30 Years Later
 
 
PUNE (2012)
 
This happened a few days ago in Pune.
 
My wife was getting off an auto rickshaw. 
 
The fare was 52 rupees. 
 
She gave the auto-rickshaw driver a 50 rupee note and was desperately searching in her purse for a two rupee coin when the auto driver said magnanimously to my wife, “Never mind Ajji – it is okay if you don’t give me the two rupees.”
 
Now, in Marathi, the word AJJI means GRANDMOTHER.
 
I cannot begin to describe the emotion I felt when I heard this.
 
And just imagine, pretty young girls still call me “uncle”.
 
 
Disclaimer: 
 
Maybe the auto-rickshaw driver needed an eye checkup. 
 
My wife still looks very young – maybe not like a school girl like she did in 1982, but certainly like a college girl. 
 
And me? 
 
Well, I am an ageless wonder – The Eternal “uncle”
 
 
VIKRAM KARVE
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Has Corruption Infected UIDAI – DO YOU HAVE TO PAY A BRIBE TO GET AADHAAR CARD ?

January 2, 2014

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: DO YOU HAVE TO PAY A BRIBE TO GET AADHAAR CARD ?.

Link to original post in my journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/01/do-you-have-to-pay-bribe-to-get-aadhaar.html

DO YOU HAVE TO PAY A BRIBE TO GET AADHAAR CARD ?
I want an Aadhaar Card.
I have made repeated efforts to get an Aadhaar Card.
I have enrolled, I have re-enrolled – but till today I have not received my Aadhaar Card.
My numerous complaints have not been satisfactorily responded to by the UIDAI.
Let me tell about my efforts to get an Aadhaar Card.
FIRST ENROLMENT
I first enrolled for Aadhaar on 08 February 2012 (08/02/2012).
The enrolment centre was located in a leading IT Software Company in Pune and Enrolment Agency was “Tera Software Ltd”
There was a big rush and I had to wait for more than 3 hours in a queue before I was enrolled.
I was issued an acknowledgement receipt with an enrolment number.
I did not receive my Aadhaar Card for over 6 months despite repeated reminders from my side.
On checking Aadhaar Status on the UIDAI website, the status would show: “Your Aadhaar Number is under generation”.
Suddenly, 10 months after enrolment, in November 2012, the status said: “Your Aadhaar enrolment could not be processed due to data process error. Please re-enroll yourself at the nearest enrolment centre”
RE – ENROLMENT
Accordingly, I re-enrolled myself for Aadhaar on 10 December 2012 (10/12/2012).
The Enrolment Centre was located in IDBI Bank Hinjewadi Pune and the Enrolment Agency was “Sreeven Infocom Limited”.
I explained to the lady enroller that my first Aadhaar enrolment had failed due to data process error and asked her to be extra careful and ensure that my data was collected properly.
The enroller took due care and confirmed to me that my biometric details had been recorded perfectly.
She also cross-checked my documents of Proof of Identity (PAN Card), Proof of Address (Electricity Bill in my name) and even took a Date of Birth proof document from me and attached photocopies of all these documents to the form which she was forwarding.
She assured me that I would receive my Aadhaar Card within 3 months.
I was issued an acknowledgement receipt with an enrolment number.
This time the Aadhaar enrolment acknowledgement form had additional comments like “Good Fingerprint Quality”, “Biometrics Captured Fingers (10) Iris (2) Face” etc.
I eagerly waited for my Aadhaar card.
Unfortunately, exactly the same sequence of events happened as had taken place during the first Aadhaar Enrolment.
For the first few months the status report said: “Your Aadhaar Number is under generation”.
After more than 6 months had elapsed, the Aadhaar status said: “Your Aadhaar enrolment could not be processed due to data process error. Please re-enroll yourself at the nearest enrolment centre”
Why was “data process error” occurring again and again?
What exactly are these “data processing errors” which were happening more than 6 months after enrolment?
I sent emails to UIDAI (E-Mail id: help@uidai.gov.in) but received no response.
It seemed that things were moving in a circle and I was destined not to get an Aadhaar Card.
APATHETIC GRIEVANCE REDRESSAL SYSTEM OF UIDAI
It has been my experience that the UIDAI Grievance Redressal Mechanism is totally ineffective.
Since I am keen to get an Aadhaar Card and I do not want the same “data process error” to happen again and again, I made a number of complaints by email / helpline but did not receive any satisfactory response.
The only response to my complaints and grievances I received was a call from the UIDAI Mumbai Office that I should re-enroll once again (for the third time) and try my luck.
I asked the official: “This time can you please guarantee that that there will be no “data processing errors” and can you assure me that I will receive my Aadhaar Card?”
He laughed it off, saying: “Who can guarantee anything? The whole enrolment process has been outsourced to private companies. You re-enroll once more and try your luck. If your Aadhaar generation fails again, you keep trying again and again.”
This reply from UIDAI left me bewildered. I did not know whether to laugh or cry.
A few days ago, I discussed my Aadhaar woes with a friend of mine, who said matter-of-factly, “You have spent all your life in uniform serving in the Defence Services, so you don’t know anything about the outside world. In India, you cannot get anything done unless you pay a bribe.”
I was aghast.
“Do you have to pay a bribe for an Aadhaar Card?”
At first I did not believe my friend.
But then I read this news report that an Aadhaar enroller had been caught taking bribes for making Aadhaar Cards. What is worse, if you paid bribes you could get an Aadhaar Card made even without the necessary documents:
 
If corruption is rampant in the Aadhaar Enrolment System, it is no wonder that even illegal immigrants who are not citizens of India are being issued Aadhaar Cards, as frequent news reports say:
 
 
DO YOU HAVE TO PAY A BRIBE TO GET AADHAAR CARD?
The Government keeps saying that Aadhaar Card is voluntary.
But in actual fact they are making it compulsory by making Aadhaar mandatory for LPG subsidized cylinders and other requirements.
A retired defence officer told me that soon veteran armed forces ex-servicemen of the army navy and air force will not be able to avail medical treatment under ECHS unless they had an Aadhaar Card.
The more they make anything compulsory, the more the scope for corruption.
Will the virus of corruption infect the UIDAI Aadhaar System too?
The UIDAI is headed by Mr. Nandan Nilekani, a distinguished technocrat who has achieved outstanding success in the IT Industry.
 
My repeated efforts at obtaining an Aadhaar Card in an honest manner have failed, so I want to ask Mr. Nandan Nilekani a simple question: “Do I have to pay a bribe to get an Aadhaar Card?”

The 10 Commandments From a Dog’s Perspective

December 25, 2013

The 10 Commandments From a Dog’s Perspective.

10 DOG COMMANDMENTS

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years; any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you adopt me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want from me; don’t be impatient, short-tempered, or irritable.

3. Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back. Respect is earned not given as an inalienable right.

4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment; I am not capable of understanding why. I only know I have been rejected. You have your work, entertainment, and friends, but I only have you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice and your tone. You only have to look at my tail.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I’ll never forget it, and if it’s cruel, it may affect me forever.

7. Please don’t hit me. I can’t hit back, but I can bite and scratch, and I really don’t ever want to do that

8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right foods or I’ve been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak. It may be I am just dog-tired.

9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, comfort, and attention.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, “I can’t bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, regardless of what you do, I will always love you.

Author Stan Rawlinson
1993

Read more: http://www.peta.org/living/companion-animals/10-commandments-dogs-perspective/#ixzz2oUBZUjqo

EMPOWERMENT OF WOMEN IN INDIA THROUGH VOTEBANK POLITICS

December 2, 2013

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: WOMEN’S VOTEBANK – A Distant Dream?.

Link to original article in my academic and creative writing blog:

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/12/womens-votebank-distant-dream.html

Article also posted below for your convenience to read:

WOMEN’S VOTEBANK – A Distant Dream?
WOMEN CENTRIC VOTE BANKS FOR EMANCIPATION OF WOMEN IN INDIA
Musings
By
VIKRAM KARVE
ELECTION DAY IN GIRINAGAR – An Apocryphal Story By Vikram Karve
This happened a few years ago when I lived at a place called Girinagar near Pune.
“I want the day off,” Sushila, our maid, asked my wife.
“Why?” my wife asked.
“We have to vote. Today is election day,” she said.
“That’s good,” I said.
I was quite surprised at Sushila’s eagerness to vote because Sushila was totally illiterate.
Yes, she lived just a few kilometres away from a modern city like Pune (often called the “Oxford of the East”) – yet, like so many others, she could not read or write.
But her keenness to vote indicated what a vibrant democracy we were.
“Who are you going to vote for?” I asked, in jest.
She told me a symbol – “I am going to vote for XXX symbol,” Sushila said.
“But why?” I asked.
WE have decided,” she said.
WE” meant her husband.
Apparently, her husband had gone for a “meeting” and it was decided that the entire neighbourhood will vote for XXX symbol.
“So you vote for XXX symbol every time,” I asked her.
“No, last time we all voted for YYY symbol,” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because “WE” had decided,” she said.
Of course, she did not know anything about the ideology of the  political parties to which the symbols XXX and YYY belonged.
It was none of her business.
Before every election, it was the men who had a meeting and decided who to vote for and the women dutifully complied.
(Of course, the men had a “leader” who guided them in these matters)
Like Sushila’s husband, most of the men in that area were drunkards who lived off their wives’ earnings.
But all that did not matter.
In the patriarchal society that prevailed, the women dutifully obeyed their men, even if the men were good-for-nothing drunkards.
So, in Sushila’s family of 7 voters (she, her husband, her two sons and daughters-in-law, and unmarried daughter), all would be voting for the symbol XXX which had been “decided”.
Added up, it was quite a large number of votes in the locality, and since they all of them voted en-bloc for a certain “symbol” it was quite a sizeable “votebank”.
A few more such solid votebanks could ensure victory in the election, as the victory of the XXX candidate proved.
Around 3 in the afternoon we saw Sushila standing near our gate.
“Have you voted?” I asked her.
“No,” she said.
“Voting time will be over soon. Why didn’t you vote in the morning?” I said.
“They haven’t come to take us,” she said.
A friend of mine who had come over and was hearing the conversation said, “Don’t you know? Someone has to come and take them to the polling booth in a vehicle – and then give them some inducement, here it is mostly liquor – only after that will they vote.”
After some time I saw a van arrive to take all them for voting.
In the evening we saw Sushila’s husband and her sons lurching in a drunken manner on the road, as were most men.
It was obvious that liquor was flowing freely on election day (though strictly speaking it was a “dry day”)
At night, when Sushila came to work, we saw tears in her eyes.
She said that her husband and her sons were drunk – and her husband had thrashed her as he always did when he was drunk, and one of her sons had thrashed his wife too.
“See,” my wife said to Sushila, “you voted for the person who gave liquor to your husband and sons – you all women voted for those who are causing you harm.”
What an irony!
Why do women vote for someone who causes them more harm than good?
IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A WOMEN’S VOTEBANK ?
Isn’t it a similar story everywhere?
We see media reports of male chauvinistic politicians who make derogatory remarks about women from time to time.
Is it possible for them to get elected unless women vote for them?
After all, women comprise 50% of the electorate.
Though it is a secret ballot, obviously, most women do not vote independently and freely for that candidate or party who may best serve women’s interests.
In our patriarchal culture it is the men who decide who to vote for and women comply meekly.
That is why votebanks are male-centric.
And that is why many politicians have no qualms about denigrating the dignity of women by making tasteless comments, because they are confident that women will still vote for them.
In a democracy like India, the only way women can emancipate themselves is to organize themselves into a formidable women’s votebank.
A women’s votebank will have 50% of all voter strength.
The women’s votebank will be larger than all other votebanks put together and it will be the women’s votebank which will decide the results of the elections.
Women have to emancipate themselves, not depend on men to do so, especially when democracy has given them the opportunity to do so.
I wonder why women politicians are not taking the initiative to consolidate women’s votebanks to address and mitigate women’s issues?
For example, in the place I mentioned, alcoholism was a major issue which was affecting most womenfolk.
If all the women had got together and decided to vote en-bloc for that candidate who promised in his manifesto to shut the liquor shops and introduce prohibition of alcohol in the area, would it not have been better for the women?
A strong women’s votebank will ensure that political parties include women’s issues like safety, security, gender equality etc in their manifestos and try to implement them otherwise the women may throw them out in the next election, or better still have their own candidate.
I feel that the best solution to achieve betterment of women in a secular democracy like India is to have a strong women’s votebank cutting across caste, creed, linguistic and religious lines and including all women.
 
We have all sorts of votebanks.
 
Isn’t it high time for a gender based women’s votebank which can be a game changer in Indian Politics?
 
VIKRAM KARVE
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. 
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All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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About Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional  and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse – his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

Vikram Karve Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.com
Professional Profile Vikram Karve: http://www.linkedin.com/in/karve
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Email: vikramkarve@hotmail.com

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Short Fiction by Vikram Karve – SHE DID NOT LOOK BACK

November 20, 2013

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: SHE DID NOT LOOK BACK.

Link to my original post in my academic and creative writing journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/11/she-did-not-look-back.html

Click the link above to read the story – the story is also posted below for your convenience:

SHE DID NOT LOOK BACK
Short Fiction Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE
 
From my Creative Writing Archives
 
One of my recent fiction stories – I wrote this story (then titled RUNNING AWAY) a year and half ago, in mid 2012.
 
I am posting the story once more on request from a reader – I thought the title SHE DID NOT LOOK BACK may be more apt.
 
Do tell me if you liked this story.
 
RUNNING AWAY (She Did Not Look Back) – A Short Story by Vikram Karve
 
“Hello Sir,” she said.
In the suddenness of the moment, I did not recognize her.
But then she gave me her vivacious smile, her eyes danced, and I knew who she was.
She had been one of my brightest students – but then that was quite some time ago.
“Of course I recognize you,” I said, “How can I ever forget one of my best students? But meeting you here was so unexpected that I was confused for a moment; and you’ve grown up so much, and I too am getting old, you know.”
“No, Sir, you still look handsome, and as young as ever. I am sure all the girls still have a crush on you, like we did!” she said naughtily.
I almost blushed, so to change the subject, I asked her, “What you doing here at the airport?”
“I’m going to New York,” she said, “my flight is delayed so I am just killing time.”
“My flight to Singapore is delayed too,” I said.
“Singapore?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m going for a conference,” I said.
“Oh,” she said.
For some moments no one spoke.
To break the silence, I said, “Let’s go to the coffee shop. We can sit and talk over there till our flights are announced.”
As we walked to the airport coffee shop, I thought of the girl walking beside me.
She had abruptly left our school three years ago, after completing her 9th Standard.
When we teachers expressed our surprise, the Principal of our school told us that her parents wanted to shift her to an elite boarding school, faraway in the hills.
We told the Principal that she was a brilliant scholar, one of our best students, who had the potential to top the 10th Board Exams, and she would surely bring laurels to our school by adorning the merit list. 
 
We also argued that, even from her point of view, it was not prudent to change her school and shift her just one year before the matriculation board examination.
But the Principal told us that he had discussed all this with her parents, but they were adamant.
So, the bright young girl left our school and went away to the elite boarding school at the distant hill station.
 
I did not see her again, or even hear of her, after she left our school.
“Sir, do you know why I had to suddenly leave school?” she asked, as we sat down for coffee.
“No,” I said, “in fact, we were quite surprised at your unexpected sudden departure.”
“My parents were getting divorced and they did not want me around, so they sent me away to the boarding school,” she said, nonchalantly, without batting an eyelid.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “that’s sad.”
“Yes,” she said, “it was really sad. They never asked me. They just decided to divorce on their own. I felt terrible. I did not like it at all. It was amicable divorce by mutual consent – but no one took my consent. Why is it that in divorce cases, no one bothers about the children’s consent?”
 
I did not answer. 
 
Because I did not know the answer.
 
I remained silent and looked at the girl.
 
Though I had met her parents once or twice perfunctorily at school functions, I did not know her parents that well. 
 
In fact, I do remember most of my students, but I hardly remember their parents.
I sipped my coffee and did not say anything, waiting for her to speak.
“I just don’t know why they split,” she said, “we seemed to be such a happy family together.”
“They must have had their reasons,” I said.
“Well, I think I know at least one reason now,” she said.
I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue speaking.
“Do you know what my father did the moment the divorce was through?
 
“What?” I asked.
 
“My dad got married to a woman half his age.”
“Half his age?” I asked, quite incredulous.
“Yes. The female was his student.”
“Student?”
“You know that my father is a Professor, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
The girl looked at me with bitterness on her face and said, “Yes. That girl was his student. She was doing her Ph. D. under him. The wily female snatched him away from us. And it was his fault too – a married man with a family getting involved with a woman so much younger in age than him.  It was terrible – a teacher and a student shamelessly getting married to each other. Just imagine how embarrassing it must have been for me and my mother.”
“Yes,” I said, trying to show empathy.
“And do you know what my mother did?”
“What?”
“Three months later, she too got married to a jerk from her office,” she said, “I hate him – he’s such a crafty smooth-talking fake.”
She paused for a moment and said, “And can you imagine his audacity?”
“Audacity?”
“This so-called step-father of mine – one day he politely told me that ‘they’ wanted more privacy so could I please go and stay with my own Dad for a while?”
“Don’t tell me…!”
“Yes. And you won’t believe this – my mother just kept quiet and said nothing.”
“So?”
“So I packed my bags and went over to my father’s place, but it was even worse over there.”
“Even worse?”
“Though she did not say so in so many words, my ‘step-mother’ made it quite clear that I was not very welcome – she kept giving me repulsive vibes of fake politeness, you know those terrible negative vibes – I could feel them every moment.”
“That’s sad.”
“So I spent the next two years of junior college, my 11th and 12th, shuttling between my two parents like an unwanted badminton shuttle-cock,” she said.
 
“It must have been terrible,” I commiserated.
 
“Yes. It was really very painful for me, so I made a deal,” she said.
“A deal?”
“I told both my parents that I wanted to go abroad to America for my studies and wanted them to jointly pay for it – I told them they must fund my entire studies and my stay abroad,” she said.
 
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
She paused for a moment, had a sip of coffee, and then she said, “you know, all of them were so delighted to hear this. My Dad used his academic connections and went out of the way to get me admission to the best university. No one wants me here. So everyone, my very own mother, and even my so-called ‘step parents’, they are all chipping in to finance my education abroad for as long as I want to study. They all are so happy to get me out of the way.”
“Oh, so that’s why you are going abroad to America?”
“Yes. I am running away. To a new life,” she said.
Suddenly, her flight was announced, and she got up to leave.
“Thanks for the coffee, Sir,” she said, “it was so nice meeting you.”
“I am sure we will meet again when you come back,” I said.
“I am not coming back, Sir. There is nothing left here for me to come back to. I am leaving behind the debris of my past over here and I am moving on to begin a new life over there – and I am not going to look back,” she said.
“All the Best. Take Care,” I said.
“You too, Sir, Take Care,” she said.
 
Then she turned and walked away.
I watched her for a long time, till she disappeared from sight. 
 
I thought she would look back. 
 
I thought she would wave a last good bye. 
 
But she did not look back.
 
Maybe she did not want to look back at the world from which she had escaped forever.
 
VIKRAM KARVE
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. 
© vikram karve., all rights reserved. 
 
Disclaimer:
All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
NB
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
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Foodie Book:  Appetite for a Stroll
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About Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional  and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse – his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

Vikram Karve Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.com
Professional Profile Vikram Karve: http://www.linkedin.com/in/karve
Vikram Karve Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/vikramkarve
Vikram Karve Creative Writing Blog: http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/posts.htm
Email: vikramkarve@hotmail.com

Twitter: @vikramkarve
      

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First http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/08/running-away.html

ARE YOU THINKING OF A CAREER IN THE DEFENCE SERVICES (Army Navy Air Force) – ATTITUDE MATTERS MORE THAN APTITUDE

November 6, 2013

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: STORY OF A BOY WHO WANTED TO APPEAR TO BE A NAVAL OFFICER – A CAREER IN THE DEFENCE SERVICES (Army Navy Air Force) Part 2 – ATTITUDE MATTERS MORE THAN APTITUDE.

 

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/11/story-of-boy-who-wanted-to-appear-to-be.html

Click the link above and read my original article in my creative writing journal

RITUALS CUSTOMS TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITION – The Story of the Mystical Cat

October 24, 2013

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: DO YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW RITUALS CUSTOMS TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITION WITHOUT QUESTIONING THE LOGICAL BASIS OR RATIONALE.

 

Link to my post in my journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/10/do-you-blindly-follow-rituals-customs.html

DO YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW RITUALS CUSTOMS TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITION WITHOUT QUESTIONING THE LOGICAL BASIS OR RATIONALE?
The Story of the Mystical Cat
Food for Thought 
By
VIKRAM KARVE
 
The military is steeped in tradition.
 
There are many customs, traditions and rituals.
 
I remember, there was a custom in the army, in the artillery, where they do not light more than two cigarettes with a single matchstick.
 
There was a logical reason for this practice during World War I – but today it seems archaic and meaningless.
 
In the navy, we do not clink glasses while drinking or making a toast.
 
This is plain pure superstition.
 
If we asked the reason for a certain custom which we found meaningless, our seniors would admonish us: This is the Naval Tradition”  
 
Even in our day to day life, in the name of tradition, we unquestioningly follow traditions and customs and perform all types of religious, social and superstitious rituals without understanding the spirit behind the ritual.
 
ritual is an action performed purely for symbolic value.
 
In many cases there is no logic or rational explanation for the ritual. 
 
This apocryphal story from ancient wisdom “ The Mystical Cat ” illustrates how customs, traditions and rituals begin.
 
The story also tells you how due to repeated repetition over the years these customs and rituals are gradually established and become a part of culture. 
 
And then, once established, customs, traditions and rituals are blindly followed for years and years, despite the fact that, in most cases, these customs and traditions have lost their significance and the rituals have outlived their utility and meaning.
 
THE MYSTICAL CAT
An Ancient Wisdom Teaching Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

A seeker joined a monastery to learn meditation and the art of living. 
 
Every evening all students and disciples assembled in the large meditation hall for a discourse by the Spiritual Guru followed by group meditation.
 
Just before the meditation session commenced the disciples would catch a cat, tie it up and place the tied up cat on the lap of the Spiritual Guru. 
 
The Guru would then start caressing the cat and begin the discourse and meditation session. 
 
After the meditation session was over, the cat would be untied and set free.
 
This was the established daily ritual.
 
The Guru would start the meditation session only after the tied up cat was placed on his lap and he was extremely particular about this.
 
Once when the cat could not be found, the Guru refused to start the meditation session and demanded that the cat be placed on his lap.
 
So the meditation session was delayed and all the seekers launched a desperate hunt for the cat.
 
The searched for hours till they found the cat.
 
The cat was duly tied up and placed on the Guru’s lap and only then did he start his discourse-cum-meditation session.
 
The seeker was quite perplexed at the mystery of the tied up cat. He could not understand the significance of this ritual and how it was connected to meditation. 
 
The seeker wondered: What is the significance of the tied up cat placed on the Guru’s lap and what is its correlation with meditation?” 
 
He asked around but no one knew the answer till someone told him to ask a wise old man who lived in a cave up the hills.
 
So our curious seeker trudged up the hills to meet the wise old man and ask him the significance of this time-honoured ritual.
 
“It is like this,” the wise old man said:
 
“one evening, many years ago, when the then Spiritual Guru and his disciples began their evening meditation, a cat that lived in the monastery made so much noise that it distracted them and disturbed their meditation practice. 
 
So the Guru ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening discourse-cum-meditation practice. 
 
This practice of tying up the cat before meditation practice continued, so much so that even after the teacher died, the next Guru continued this tradition and a cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session.
 
When the cat died, another cat was brought to the monastery to be tied up during the evening meditation session.
 
And when that cat died too, they brought another cat to be tied up during meditation practice, and then as cats kept dying, they kept replacing the dead cats with new cats, and the practice of tying up a cat during meditation continued.
 
With the passage of time this has become such an established ritual that now no one can dare to question it. So it has become a custom, tradition and established ritual to tie up a cat during the meditation session.” 
 

As years passed, the ritual of tying up the cat during the meditation session continued and continued till it became an eternal established ritual.

Our seeker, who by then had become the Spiritual Guru, wrote a scholarly treatise about the significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.

WHY DO YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW RITUALS CUSTOMS TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITION WITHOUT QUESTIONING THE LOGICAL BASIS OR RATIONALE ?

I wonder why we accept customs and traditions without understanding their significance?

Just like a blind man lead by others, why do we blindly follow rituals without examining the meaning, logic and significance of that ritual using our own intelligence and judgement?


Why do we follow customs traditions and rituals that are obsolete and have lost their significance and outlived their utility?

If you see any ritual, custom or tradition being blindly followed and for which there seems to be no rational or logical explanation, remember this story of the Mystical Cat

Ask questions and find out the logical basis for the ritual, custom or tradition. 

Is there some rationale for the belief, or is it just superstition?

And if you are not convinced, it is better to stop blindly following superstition which has become meaningless in the modern world of today.

VIKRAM KARVE
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this book review. 
© vikram karve., all rights reserved.
 
Disclaimer:
All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
NB:
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
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© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

 
Did you like this article?

I am sure you will like the 27 short stories from my recently published anthology of Short Fiction COCKTAIL
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COCKTAIL ebook
If you prefer reading ebooks on Kindle or your ebook reader, please order Cocktail E-book by clicking the links below:
AMAZON
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005MGERZ6
SMASHWORDS
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/87925

Foodie Book:  Appetite for a Stroll
If your are a Foodie you will like my book of Food Adventures APPETITE FOR A STROLL. Do order a copy from FLIPKART:
http://www.flipkart.com/appetite-stroll-vikram-karve/8190690094-gw23f9mr2o

About Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional  and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse – his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

Vikram Karve Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.com
Professional Profile Vikram Karve: http://www.linkedin.com/in/karve
Vikram Karve Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/vikramkarve
Vikram Karve Creative Writing Blog: http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/posts.htm
Email: vikramkarve@hotmail.com

Twitter: @vikramkarve
      

© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

How to Live – LEARNING ART OF LIVING FROM LITERATURE

October 21, 2013

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: LEARNING ART OF LIVING FROM LITERATURE.

LEARNING ART OF LIVING FROM LITERATURE
Musings
By
VIKRAM KARVE

learnt more about the art of living from reading literature than from hearing sermons and moral lectures, or from high-falutin philosophy or spiritualism.

One thing good about the navy is that it inculcated and fostered the reading habit in me.

I read a lot of sea stories and novels like The Cruel Sea, The Caine Mutiny, Run Silent Run Deep, HMS Ulysses and so many more.

One sea novel I like very much is THE CAPTAIN by Jan De Hartog.

In this story, the protagonist is a Merchant Navy Officer who is frustrated because, owing to reasons beyond his control, he gets stuck in Tugs whereas he wants to sail in the main fleet.

Seeing his frustration, his Tug Captain tells him a saying:

“ Ou Dieu vous a seme, il faut savoir fleurir ”

which roughly translated means

“ You must know how to flower where God has sown you ”

or

“ wherever God plants you, there you must learn how to bloom ”

The young merchant navy officer takes this to heart – he works very hard on the tug, and then throughout his career on tugs with dedication and devotion to duty.

In due course he becomes the most famous sea-going Tug Captain and ultimately the owner of flourishing company with a huge fleet of ocean going tugs.

I too tried my best to imbibe this philosophy in my life, especially in my naval career – wherever the navy posted me I tried my best to “flower”

It is good philosophy to apply in your life:

“wherever God plants you, there you must learn how to flower and bloom”

If you do not get what you like

then

you must learn to like what you get

and

you must make the most of it

Like they say in the Navy:

If you don’t like it, just lump it – “like it or lump it”

There is another saying I read a few years ago:

If life gives you a lemon, make lemonade.

Yes, when life gives you a “lemon” use that “lemon” and make “lemonade” instead of cribbing and carping, wallowing in self pity, becoming bitter and spreading bitterness, and making your own life hell and everyone else’s life miserable.

Like they say in NLP :

There is no such thing as “failure”

There is only “learning experience”

So, metaphorically, the “lemon” is the failure and the “lemonade” is the learning experience.

And this “learning experience” will enable you to “flower” and “bloom” wherever you are “sown” or “planted”

Well, I have tried to follow this mantra – “ Ou Dieu vous a seme, il faut savoir fleurir”

When I was in the Navy, wherever the navy transferred me, to whatever job they assigned me, whether they promoted me or not, I tried not to get disillusioned or demoralized, and in my own inimitable style, I tried to do my best to “flower” and “bloom” wherever I was “sown” or “planted”.

Yes, I made “lemonade” with all the “lemons” the navy gave me.

I am trying to do this after my retirement too, trying to “flower” and “bloom” in the back-of-beyond lonely place called Wakad, near Pune, where God has planted me after my retirement.

That is one of the reasons you are reading this blog.

Yes, the result of all this “flowering” and “blooming” is this prolific blog and the couple of books I have written.

Well, I am going to flower and bloom away and bash on regardless with my blogging and writing since this is the best thing I can do where God has planted me.

God has given me the “lemon” of loneliness.

And from this “lemon” I made the “lemonade” of my blogs and my books and all my writing.

Have a good day – whatever “lemons” you get today, just keep making “lemonade” and enjoy every drop of it.

Sometimes you may feel a sense of “failure” – you may feel that you have “failed” in life.

There is no such thing as “failure” – it is all in the mind.

And still if you feel a sense of “failure” – think of “failure” as a “lemon” and make “lemonade”.

And talking of the “lemon” of “failure”, let me tell you one thing I have learnt from my own life experiences.

Sometimes, failure is good – you can take my word for it.

Remember the saying:

“Ou Dieu vous a seme, il faut savoir fleurir”
(wherever God plants you, there you must learn how to flower and bloom)

Apply this to your life and you will “flower and bloom” wherever you are.

VIKRAM KARVE
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About Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse – his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

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First Posted by Vikram Karve at 10/20/2013 08:22:00 PM

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