Do Sailors Have “A Girl in every Port”…?

April 23, 2018

I read somewhere that we humans have Two Basic Desires:

  1. FOOD
  2. LOVE 

Yes – Food and Love are the two basic desires of man.

Some persons may contemplate a rather “sensual” connotation for “LOVE”

But – I prefer the romantic aspect.

So – for me – Love means Romance

I was quite lucky on the “FOOD” front.

Yes – I was highly successful in satisfying my Food Desires – which is evident from my “Foodie” Writings – in which I have described my Foodie Adventures.

However – was I successful as far as “LOVE” was concerned…?

Well – let me tell you about My Love Life in a Nutshell…

MY LOVE LIFE – IN A NUTSHELL

Dating Romance Affairs Marriage 

A Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/06/my-love-life-dating-romance-affairs.html

DO GIRLFRIENDS MAKE YOU HAPPY…?

(This story happened around 40 years ago – in the 1970’s – and those days – Mumbai was called Bombay – but I shall use the current name Mumbai in the story)

A GIRL IN EVERY PORT

“I have heard that Naval Officers have a girl in every port – but – so far – we don’t have even one single girl in even one port…” my course-mate said.

“Come on – we were under training. Maybe now – things will look up…” I said.

“Yes – I am sure we are going to have a good love life now…” my course-mate said, “we are lucky to have got Bombay based ships.”

“Yes – we are indeed lucky as compared to those poor Vizag guys – they are destined to a desolate life…” I said.

TALENT FOR ROMANCE

“The first thing I am going to do in Mumbai is to get myself a girlfriend…” my friend said.

“Me too…” I said.

My friend succeeded.

I miserably failed.

I just did not have the talent for romance.

Everything had been handed down to me on a platter.

All the conditions to get a girlfriend were ideal.

I was located in ‘maximum city’ Bombay (now called Mumbai) – and – that too – South Bombay (SoBo) – which had plenty of the best most beautiful, chic and savvy modern girls wanting to be friends with young smart boys like me.

I was on the best ship of the fleet.

And – in those ‘licence-quota-permit Raj’ days – as far as girls were concerned – Navy Officers were in high demand – since we got exotic foreign stuff duty free (especially perfumes) – and these imported goodies were was not available outside – and we had access to the best of clubs and social circles.

(Now – with the advent of liberalization and globalization – the charm of the Defence Services has gone down – since everything we got ‘duty free’ – and much more – all these goodies are freely available to the ‘Civilian Elite’ who are much more debonair and affluent than the Naval Officers of today).

But going back to those ‘good old days’ of the 1970’s – most young Naval Officers had girlfriends – and a few ‘Casanovas’ were having a good time with ‘fleet auxiliaries’.

But – I had drawn a blank.

My coursemate had acquired a ‘girlfriend’ within a few days of our reaching Mumbai – and he was often seen gallivanting with her all over the place.

In my case – I had miserably failed to acquire a girlfriend.

So – instead of wasting my time on trying to romance girls – I focused on food and drink.

DO GIRLFRIENDS MAKE YOU HAPPY…?

Once – after imbibing half a bottle of whisky – followed by a sumptuous Biryani at Olympia on Colaba Causeway – and a delicious ‘Triple Sundae’ ice cream at Yankee Doodle on Marine Drive – I returned to my ship in a happy mood.

Soon – I was fast asleep – enjoying sweet ‘foodie dreams’ in my cabin.

Suddenly – I was rudely jolted awake.

It was my coursemate – who had come over from his ship – which was tied up alongside next to my ship.

“I am very upset – I want to talk to someone – and you are my best friend,” he said.

“Yes – once upon a time I was your ‘best friend’ – but now – you have got your darling girlfriend who you call ‘Honey’…” I said angrily.

“It’s about her – I just saw her off at the airport – she is on a long haul flight plan – she will be away for two weeks…” he said.

His girlfriend was an Air-Hostess who flew on international routes.

“Okay – so you can join me for food and drink till she comes back…” I said.

“No – it’s not that – she wants to marry me …” he said.

“So – get married,” I said.

“It is not so simple – my parents won’t agree – her parents want her to continue he job too – and in her airline – an ‘air-hostess’ has to quit the moment she gets married. It is all very complicated – I have realized that falling in love has complicated my life…” he said sadly.

And then – he went on and on…

He told me his entire ‘sob story’…

My lovesick friend totally disturbed my sleep – by narrating his ‘love woes’ till early morning.

I thought that having a girlfriend made you happier.

But – exactly the opposite had happened to my otherwise cheerful friend.

He appeared to have become miserable after falling in love.

I said to myself:

“If having just one girlfriend had done this to him – just imagine the situation of those Casanovas with multiple girlfriends…!”

It seemed that a ‘zero-girlfriend’ guy like me was much happier than my counterparts who had girlfriends.

FOOD = FIXED DEPOSIT

I realized that – ‘Food’ was a Safe Investment like a Fixed Deposit.

Yes – focusing your energies on eating good food was like buying a Fixed Deposit in a Nationalized Bank.

It was a stable situation.

Maybe – the ‘returns’ were lower – but for the time and money you spent on food – you got a guaranteed ‘Return on Investment’ (ROI).

Yes – ‘investing’ in Food gave you a guaranteed ‘Return’ – maybe not a very high ‘Return on Investment’ (ROI) – but a safe steady predictable ‘Return on Investment’ (ROI) – just like Bank Fixed Deposits.

ROMANCE = STOCK MARKET

On the other hand – ‘Romance’ was a Risky Investment like the Stock Market.

Acquiring a girlfriend was like trading in a volatile share.

Romance is an emotionally volatile relationship – similar to a financially volatile stock market.

It was just like the ‘returns’ from the stock market which were fluctuating and unpredictable – and could vary from high to low – with dynamic changes every moment.

Yes – the ‘Return on Investment’ (ROI) that you got from a Romantic Relationship could swing between Agony and Ecstasy

A “ZERO-ROMANCE” LOVELESS BACHELOR LIFE

So – being ‘risk-averse’ – I was content to spend my ‘zero-romance’ loveless bachelor life enjoying good food and drink.

Of course – I made plenty of effort to ‘fall in love’ with many girls.

But – sadly – No girl was willing to fall in love with me.

My few attempts at dating girls ended in disaster.

So – I resigned myself to the fact that ‘love marriage’ was not in my destiny.

And – hence – I settled for an ‘arranged marriage’.

EXTRA MARITAL ROMANCE

As a newly married couple – my wife and I – along with our pet Lhasa Apso girl Sherry – the three of us – we lived in a lovely one room flat in Curzon Road Apartments in New Delhi.

One evening – we were sitting in Nathu’s Sweets – in Bengali Market – one of our favourite places – where we often walked down in the evenings.

There was a group of beautiful girls sitting nearby – and my eyes were focused on them.

Yes – I was ogling at the pretty girls – as most young men do – or want to do.

One girl seemed particularly attractive – and I was staring at her quite blatantly – with frank admiration in my eyes.

My wife followed my gaze.

She was quite amused to see me looking at the pretty girls so intently – especially the yearning look I gave to that most gorgeous girl who seemed to be the object of my total attention.

Suddenly – my gaze shifted.

My wife was curious.

Was there a new ‘object’ which had captured my attention…?

She followed my gaze – to see where I was looking.

On observing the new ‘object of my attention’ – my wife started laughing.

A tray of sweets was being brought in from the kitchen – and my eyes had ‘locked on’ to the mouthwatering sweets like a Radar ‘locks on’ to its target.

The tray was heaped with my favourite sweet – the inimitable ‘Lavang Lata’.

Soon – I was fully focused on eating my Lavang Lata – totally oblivious to my surroundings.

And – I seemed to have completely forgotten about those beautiful girls sitting on the table nearby.

In fact – I was so absorbed in savouring the delicious ‘Lavang Lata’ – and I was enjoying myself so totally – that I even forgot about my wife sitting opposite – who was not quite relishing the dish of ‘Lavang Lata’ that I had ordered for her too.

“So – it seems that you found the ‘Lavang Lata’ more enticing than those beautiful girls…” my wife said to me.

“Of course – I love good food – there is no greater love than the love of food…” I said.

And then – while walking back home – I told her about my failed attempts to romance during my Mumbai days.

I explained to her why I preferred food to romance – about my theory:

“Food is like a Fixed Deposit versus “Romance is like the Stock Market”

My wife looked at me and said:

“Someone had told me that a Naval Officer has a girl in every port. 

But – looking at you – I am convinced that you did not have even a single girl in any port. 

In fact – you must have had a “foodie joint” in every port…”

EPILOGUE 

My wife was right – I did not have even a single girlfriend during my bachelor days.

But – after I got married – my luck improved – and – girls wanted to be friends with me – and – slowly but surely – I started having girlfriends – and – today – I have plenty of girlfriends – a few ‘real’ – and – most ‘virtual’ – especially after the advent of internet – most of my girlfriends are in the online ‘virtual’ world of cyberspace.

It is funny – isn’t it…?

Not a single girl wanted to be my friend before marriage – when I was a most “eligible” bachelor.

And then – when I was “much married” – and – I was no longer “eligible” – so many beautiful “girls” wanted to be friends with me.

Can someone please explain this paradox…?

But – let me tell you the one important precaution I take when making friends with girls – I make sure that all my girlfriends are “approved” by my “Better Half”.

Yes – all my real life “offline girlfriends” have been duly “approved” by my “Better Half”.

And – as far as my “online girlfriends” are concerned – I know that my virtual interactions with them on the Social Media are being closely monitored by my “Better Half”.

Ha Ha – so I can say that all my girlfriends are duly “approved girlfriends”.

Yes – if you are a married man – it is always better to get your girlfriends “approved” by your “Better Half”

It is safer that way – you have a clear conscience – and – you can have a transparent friendship – without the “fear of being found out”.

I am sure it is the same with married women too – isn’t it better to get your “Boyfriends” duly “Approved” by your husband…?

By the way – my “Better Half” approved of all my “girlfriends” – except one.

Yes – there was only one “girlfriend” who my wife did not approve of – and warned me to stay away from.

Ha Ha – about her – the “unapproved girlfriend” – I will tell you in my next blog post.

Till then – have fun – and do tell me if you liked the story of my “Love Life”

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is a revised version of my story A GIRL IN EVERY PORT posted online by me Vikram Karve earlier in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal blog around 3 years ago on 13 May 2015 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/05/humor-in-uniform-girl-in-every-port.html  and reposted by me later at url:  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/09/my-love-life-dating-romance-marriage.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/04/my-love-life-in-nutshell-dating-romance.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/08/my-love-life-pre-marital-and-extra.html  and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/09/15/do-girlfriends-make-you-happy/ and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/01/the-story-of-my-love-life-dating.html

If You Want to Be Happy – Keep Your Pleasures Mild

April 23, 2018

HOW TO BE HAPPY 

A few monents ago – I relaxed on my bed while hearing melodious old songs on Vividh Bharati Radio.

I felt happy.

And – I remembered an article I had written 18 years ago, in the year 2000, based on this philosophical quote by Taoist Philosopher Mingliaotse:

“The art of attaining happiness consists in keeping your pleasures mild…” 

It has been my experience too – that:

“MILD” PLEASURES GIVE YOU MAXIMUM HAPPINESS

So – let me delve deep into my “SELF HELP” Archives and dig out this article for you to read.

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/06/how-to-be-happy.html

IF YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY – KEEP YOUR PLEASURES MILD
Self Help Musings of a Veteran
By
VIKRAM KARVE 

HAPPINESS  a Philosophical Approach

The primary aim of philosophy and spirituality is to help ordinary people live a life of happiness, fulfillment, inner peace and tranquility.

Every day you ask yourself:

How do I live a happy life…?

Is it simple to be happy…?

What is the Art of Happiness

PLEASURE and HAPPINESS

Let us see what the Taoist philosopher Mingliaotse has to say:

“The art of attaining happiness consists in keeping your pleasures mild…

You know that whenever pleasure is present you are happy – this is a fact that cannot be denied.

A pleasure is an enjoyable event or delightful emotion which is bound to make you happy – at least for that moment.

Highfalutin philosophers and spiritual gurus may prescribe various impracticable esoteric paths of renunciation, asceticism or sectarian precepts eschewing enjoyment and pleasure as the sine qua non of happiness.

Yes – many “Gurus” prescribe living a staid ascetic life which entails eschewing of all enjoyment and pleasure as a prerequisite for attaining happiness and enlightenment.

But the fact of the matter is – that to the ordinary person  Happiness and Pleasure are inextricably intertwined.

Yes – Pleasures make you Happy – and you know it.

Discovering simple enduring pleasures – which you can easily and regularly achieve, realize and enjoy in your day-to-day life – will produce contentment, fulfillment and happiness.

Pleasure is certainly not a bad thing in itself.

But wanton pursuit of pleasures is counterproductive – as it leads to over-indulgence and excesses – which bring with them disturbances which are detrimental to our health, happiness and well-being.

In your search for happiness – you tend to indulge in lavish parties, unrestrained extravagance, conspicuous consumption, compulsive shopping, thoughtless profligacy, limitless spending, expensive entertainments etc.

You try to enjoy everything at once.

You want instant gratification by over-indulgence in drinking, eating, revelry and sensual pleasures – stretching yourself to the maximum limits possible.

At first – you enjoy yourself – and feel happy.

Then – you come to the point of satiety – and you begin to feel a sense of repulsion.

And – if you overdo yourself – next morning you wake up sick and feeling miserable with a sense of sadness and depression rather than happiness.

You may think that grandiose, ostentatious, lavish, unrestrained and intemperate indulgences will ostensibly make you happy.

But – in actual fact – these over-indulgences may render you stressed-out and unhappy – and cause you harm and misery in the long run.

There is no need to overdo things in order to be happy.

Just keep your pleasures mild.

Enjoying a simple, tasty and healthy meal with your loved ones and friends – or just sitting quietly in solitude and leisurely reading a good book or enjoying melodious music – or taking a walk observing nature – or enjoying your work, leisure, hobbies – are some mild pleasures which will make you happy and keep you healthy too.

HOW TO KEEP YOUR PLEASURES MILD 

Step 1 

IDENTIFY ALL YOUR PLEASURES AND MAKE A HAPPINESS LIST

It is simple to be happy.

The first thing you must do is to introspect and list your most pleasurable activities.

Yes – make a HAPPINESS LIST including all the things, activities, places and people that give you true joy, happiness and satisfaction.

Your happiness list must cover all aspects of your life.

Make your “happiness list” as exhaustive as possible.

Step 2 

IDENTIFY “MILD PLEASURES” FROM YOUR HAPPINESS LIST

From this comprehensive “HAPPINESS LIST” – you must select those “Mild Pleasures” that you can enjoy every day – or very frequently – or very often.

Identify those “Mild Pleasures” that are Feasible and Viable for you to enjoy Frequently.

Then – incorporate these pleasures in your routine – and fit them into your daily life.

See what happens.

Some “pleasures” that you thought would make you happy – they actually do the opposite – don’t they…?

These are “pseudo pleasures” which you thought would make you happy – but your experience shows – that these “pseudo pleasures” actually cause you stress and unhappiness in the long run.

Step 3 

DELETE “PSEUDO PLEASURES” FROM YOUR HAPPINESS LIST

Delete those “pleasures” that you first thought would give you happiness – but actually made you feel stressed-out or depressed.

Yes – remove those things that you thought would be satisfying – but actually turned out to be unrewarding.

Experiment – make changes – be watchful – be dynamic.

Do not hesitate to add new items to your list.

You can always remove them – if they fail to produce the desired results.

Fine tune your HAPPINESS LIST – and religiously put into daily practice your happiness list – and experience happiness every day.

BE HAPPY

This prescription of keeping your pleasures mild will enable you to structure your life in way where your happiness will be in your control – and you will find greater joy in your life.

It will be feasible and within your control to ensure that you enjoy these mild pleasures daily – or at least fairly regularly.

With only limited waking hours during the day – these enjoyable events will begin to crowd out the unpleasant activities in your daily life.

This will make you feel fulfilled and happy.

Dear Reader – start today – keep your pleasures mild so that you can enjoy these simple pleasures every day – and discover the true art of happiness – the art of living.

Discover the mild pleasures that make you truly happy and joyful.

And do let me know your experience – did this simple philosophy of keeping your pleasures mild make you happier?

It is easy to be happy – isn’t it…?

Remember:

The art of attaining happiness consists in keeping your pleasures mild

Dear Reader:

Have you made your “Happiness List”…?

Take the first step towards becoming Happy.

Start making your HAPPINESS LIST right now…

VIKRAM KARVE

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/06/how-to-be-happy.html

I wrote this article 18 years ago, in the year 2000, and have posted it online in my blogs a number of times including in 2005 at url: http://creative.sulekha.com/the-art-of-happiness-by-vikram-karve_32504_blog  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/01/happiness-mantra-keep-your-pleasures.html andhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/05/do-you-want-to-feel-happy-then-keep.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/you-can-be-happy-if-you-keep-your.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/12/how-to-be-happy-mild-pleasures-give-you.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/07/self-help-if-you-want-to-be-happy-keep.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/03/have-you-made-your-happiness-list.html

Movie Town Pune – a memoir

April 20, 2018

I love to watch old English Films.

Nowadays – I cannot easily do so.

Multiplexes do not show old movies.

And – TCM – the only TV channel in India that showed English old classic movies has disappeared a few years ago from Indian DTH channels.

This reminded me of the good old days – when cinema halls in Pune had an afternoon show (called “Matinee” in Pune) in which old classic English Films were exhibited.

Here is a trip down memory lane – a piece from the series of articles “A Punekar Walks Down Memory Lane” I wrote for a magazine a few years ago…

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/movie-town-pune-trip-down-memory-lane.html

PUNE – A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE 

MOVIE TOWN PUNE

Musings By VIKRAM KARVE

In the 1960s and 1970s, Pune was a lovely place to live in. Pune is known as The Queen of the Deccan and was truly a beautiful city with a salubrious climate and a laid-back relaxed lifestyle and that is why it was considered a “pensioners’ paradise”.

Pune was the birthplace of the Indian Film Industry at Prabhat Studio (where The Film and Television Institute or FTII are located now), and it is probably due to Pune’s Cinematic Heritage that The National Film Archives of India or NFAI is located here) and maybe that is why Pune had a large number of cinema theatres to cater to the finer appetites of Punekars who loved theatre and cinema and the fine arts.

They say, that at one time, in India, only Mumbai had more cinema theatres than Pune. Cinema Theatres added the word “Talkies” after their names and most of these “single-screen” movie halls (as they are derisively called now) have disappeared, or are in quite a dilapidated condition, struggling to make ends meet, and some are on the verge of shutting down.

Now, with the proliferation of multiplexes, Pune is like any other faceless metropolis, and, probably, most of today’s young and restless avid moviegoers, who throng the multiplexes for a movie and a good time, hardly know anything about the cinematic heritage of Pune.

By the way, I too love the multiplex experience but I also cherish nostalgic memories of those “good old days” so let me walk you down memory lane and tell you about it.

The first film I probably saw was The Guns of Navarone (1961) and I think I saw it at ALAKA which exhibited English Movies. I still remember the long queues at Alaka for this super-hit movie.

WEST END in Pune Camp, famous for its Soda Fountain and reclining chairs in the balcony, also exclusively showed English Movies, and so did the nearby NEW EMPIRE and HINDVIJAY at Deccan Gymkhana.

In Alaka, West End, New Empire and Hindvijay we saw a lot of those ageless action-packed Westerns like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (1966), Mackenna’s Gold (1969) and numerous John Wayne movies, of which Hatari (1962) is my all time favourite and, of course, classics like MY FAIR LADY (1964) and THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965).

Later, ALAKA would screen the inimitable Dada Kondke Marathi blockbusters which celebrated golden jubilees and HINDVIJAY would have a 70 MM screen showing the latest Hollywood blockbusters.

But, I remember seeing Pakeezah (1972) at HINDVIJAY too.

Opposite the Bus Depot, next to Poona Coffee House, where KFC is now, was DECCAN where I saw many films, including Jewel Thief (1967) wearing a “jewel thief cap” which was a rage then.

Another film I clearly remember seeing was Dosti (1964) at MINERVA near Mandai.

I was in the 4th standard, and there was a special show for our school, then I saw it again with my grandmother.

Dosti ran for 25 weeks in Pune (maybe a Golden jubilee of 50 weeks in Mumbai) and the silver jubilee was celebrated with a band playing the film’s popular songs outside Minerva Theatre.

Near Minerva was ARYAN.

Aryan was the oldest cinema in Pune (maybe in India too) and I remember seeing morning shows of Charlie Chaplin and Laurel and Hardy comedies, though Aryan exhibited Marathi films in its regular shows.

Also near Mandai towards Budhwar Peth was GLOBE (later renovated, air-conditioned and renamed SHREENATH) and further down was VIJAYANAND which showed English movies at the 1 o’clock afternoon matinee show and Marathi films in regular shows.

Most of the cinemas were located either on (or slightly off) Laxmi Road.

If you walked down from Alaka Chowk towards camp, you first had VIJAY on your left, then BHANUVILAS in the next lane to your left, some more distance ahead if you turned towards Appa Balwant Chowk side you had PRABHAT, PARAMOUNT (RATAN) and VASANT.

I remember seeing many great Marathi films like PaathlagJaga Chya Pathivar and Amhi Jato Amucha Gavi in the 1060s with my grandparents in these cinemas.

Though PRABHAT used to screen Marathi films, I remember seeing Aradhana (1969), since I had to run all the way to our place on Tilak Road to get my granny’s specs which she had forgotten

Yes, as a young boy I was physically fit.

And, by the way, we cycled all over Pune, including for movies, and all the cinema theatres had robust cycle stands where we would park our cycles safely.

Ahead, opposite City Post Office, there was SRIKRISHNA, and behind at the end of the lane called Dane Ali opposite GLOBE, was  VIJAYANAND, which was “out of bounds” as it was in the red light area or bakaal vasti, as my grandmother put it.

On the other side of Laxmi Road, quite far away, on the way to the railway station, towards KEM Hospital in Rasta Peth, there was APOLLO (the first air-conditioned cinema in Pune) which had no balcony.

And as you walked on Laxmi Road towards Quarter Gate, to the right was ALPANA Talkies.

In Pune Camp there were CAPITOL (now called VICTORY), NISHAT and LIBERTY.

There was JAIHIND at Khadki (then called Kirkee) and across the Bund Garden bridge towards Yerawada, famous for its Jail, was GUNJAN, but then we never ventured that far, as hardly anyone lived across the river on Nagar Road, and with the prison and mental hospital at Yerawada, across the river was considered a dangerous place.

Then came the advent of 70 MM and we had ALANKAR (near Pune Railway Station), RAHUL (in Shivajinagar), NATRAJ (in place of HINDVIJAY), SONMARG (Timber Market), APSARA (Gultekdi) , MANGALA (opposite PMC), NILAYAM (behind Peshwe Park) and LAXMINARAYAN (near Swargate).

I remember seeing PATTON (1970) with my grandfather in glorious 70 MM at Rahul, where I now go to eat seafood at the restaurant rather than see a movie.

Now the multiplexes culture has taken over and you forget a movie the moment you finish seeing it.

In fact, “multiplex movies” are designed to make their money over the weekend – it seems that the sole aim is to make money and not to produce memorable films which create a lasting impression in the viewers’ minds.

But let me tell you, I too love the multiplex experience – the atmosphere, the food, the everything.

One has to change with times.

I don’t like to live in the past and brood over “the good old days” – but there is no harm in harking back to the past once in a while to evoke delightful memories of the “good old days”.

That is why I have written this.

I enjoyed writing this – I hope you enjoyed reading it too.

Do let me know and I will tell some more about my “good old days” in Pune.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/movie-town-pune-trip-down-memory-lane.html

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This a revised and abridged version of my story MOVIE TOWN PUNE written by me around 8 years ago in the year 2010 and earlier posted online by me on my blogs a number of times including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/08/movie-town-pune-punekar-walks-down.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/12/pune-trip-down-memory-lane-part-3-movie.html  and  https://www.quora.com/profile/Vikram-Karve/Writing-by-VIKRAM-KARVE/PUNE-of-Yesteryear?srid=5Hkq&share=1 and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/06/pune-nostalgic-memories-movie-town-pune.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/movie-town-pune-trip-down-memory-lane.html etc

The “Love Trap”

April 18, 2018

I look at myself in the full-length mirror.

I like what I see. 

I am beautiful. 

Very beautiful. 

Yes – I am very beautiful – very beautiful indeed. 

I look like a woman in full bloom. 

I was ready to set the Love Trap 

LOVE TRAP
Short Fiction – An Intriguing Romance
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/06/a-love-trap.html

THE “LOVE TRAP” – A ROMANCE by VIKRAM KARVE 

I look at myself in the full-length mirror.

I like what I see.

Yes.

I am beautiful.

Very beautiful.

I am very beautiful – very beautiful indeed.

No doubt about it.

I always was a great beauty.

They say that a beautiful woman often has a tragic life.

Does tragedy always come from being a great beauty…?

I don’t know whether this is universally true – but certainly – I have had a very tragic life.

But – I will not tell you too much about it right now – and spoil my mood.

Now – I will look into the mirror – and I will admire myself.

I look at my exquisite body.

Not many women close to 40 can stand in front of a mirror with so much pride and assurance.

I look like a woman in full bloom.

I admire my perfect body.

I fall in love with my own body.

Like Narcissus.

Suddenly – I experience a tremor of anxiety – as I see the first signs of the process of ageing.

Infinitesimal.

Almost indiscernible.

But indisputable.

Two small furrows on my forehead.

The slight coarsening of the skin below the eyes.

The almost unnoticeable heaviness of the abdomen with its suggestion of fold.

I can easily cover them up.

With make-up.

And – the right dress.

But – for how long can I wear a “mask”…?

Time is running out for me.

Sameer is my last chance.

I am already regretting the lost opportunity.

I had put the matter so lightly the last time we had met – and before that.

Tonight is my probably my last chance.

I have to go in for the kill.

Love Trap. 

What a phrase to use.

But that’s exactly what I am going to do.

I am going to ensnare Sameer in my “Love Trap”

And then – I will move in for the kill.

Like a predator.

For the first time in my life – I will use my beauty to my advantage – not to be taken advantage of – like it happened all these years.

I was just 19 – a fresh graduate wondering what to do in life – when my elder sister Nisha died in childbirth – leaving behind a newborn girl – and a young heartbroken husband, Ashok.

Nisha’s husband Ashok was totally devastated.

So – we – my mother and I – we went to stay with Ashok in Mumbai – to nurse the baby girl – and to help Ashok recover from the tragedy.

After a few months we named the baby “Smita” – as she was a cheerful smiling baby.

From time to time – especially on weekends – my father – who was still working at that time – he would come over from Pune – and I could see that he was getting quite irritable – having to stay separated from his long-married wife – though he didn’t say it in so many words.

One day Ashok proposed to me.

Yes – my brother-in-law – the husband of my dead sister – he proposed marriage to me.

Actually – he asked my mother for my hand in marriage.

My mother was overjoyed.

She put lovingly her hand on my arm – looked into my eyes – and said:

“Ashok loves you and wants to marry you. He is still young, only 27. He needs a wife. And – Smita needs a mother.”

“Yes, Smita needs a mother,” I said, tightly holding the baby – wondering what would happen to the small baby if Ashok married someone else – who would be a stepmother to Smita – and maybe – the stepmother may have antagonistic feelings towards Smita.

My mother spoke to my father.

He agreed.

To him – it seemed quite a logical thing to do – and maybe – he was relieved that my mother – his much-married wife –  she would be coming back to live with him.

So – I got married to Ashok.

And – I put on hold all my immediate dreams of higher studies and a career.

How should I describe my marriage…?

No expectations, no disappointments, no role-ambiguity, a cordial relationship, a happy family, a blissful marriage – at least from the outside.

Children…?

Our children – i.e. Ashok’s and Mine.

It just didn’t happen.

With Nisha’s death – a little something in him had died.

Ashok must have loved her very much – too intensely.

I accepted the situation with grace.

I tried to focus on being a good wife and a doting mother.

As Smita grew older – Ashok encouraged me to study – do my MBA – and start a career.

Ashok was married to his job.

Things were fine – till one evening Ashok came home looking distraught – and – he broke the news that he had been passed over for promotion.

Ashok was shattered.

He had worked sincerely, slogged hard.

He given his life for his career.

And now – he had failed in is career.

He had remained loyal to his company without getting loyalty in return.

He felt terribly betrayed.

For Ashok – after Nisha had gone – his career meant everything.

He just couldn’t take it – being sidelined in his career – having to work under his erstwhile juniors.

He just could not cope with this setback – so he tried to find solace in alcohol.

Within months – he slipped into the abyss of alcoholism.

From a workaholic – he became an alcoholic.

Day by day – he became more and more bitter and cynical.

And then – one day – my world disintegrated.

Ashok died in a car accident – while driving home – totally drunk.

I wish he had died in some better way.

So after eight years of marriage – at the age of 27 – I found myself with an 8 year old Smita – the light of my life.

I was single – but I was not helpless – as I was doing quite well in my career as a bank executive.

12 years passed.

And now – Smita is 20 – already working in my bank – and doing her MBA in the evenings.

She is earning while she is learning – and I am so proud of her.

And then – I fell in love – for the first time in my life.

Let me tell you about it.

I still remember the day Sameer breezed into my office announcing that he would be working with me.

“Hi, Nalini – I am Sameer – your new Deputy…” he announced superciliously – sitting down and lighting a cigarette.

“Put off that cigarette…!!!” I shouted, “And don’t you dare come into my office unless I call you.

“Hey, Sweetie – you look red hot sexy when you are angry. My wife is going to be really jealous when I tell her how stunning my boss is…” Sameer said, laughing mischievously.

“She won’t – when you tell her that your boss is a 35 year old widow with a college going daughter…” I retorted in anger.

And – I stormed out of my office to protest against Sameer’s appointment – for which I had not been consulted.

My Boss said to me:

“Sameer is a genius. The directors head-hunted him and managed to lure him over from our biggest rival with great difficulty. He is going to rejuvenate your department…”

I got the message.

This new man was a threat – and – if I wasn’t careful – it wouldn’t be surprising if he leap-frogged over me – or – even eased me out of my job.

I walked back to my office.

Sameer was waiting in my office.

“I am sorry Ma’am – I didn’t know the culture was so formal out here. I will maintain decorum in future…” Sameer said, contrite, when I returned.

“It’s okay…” I said – and I began to tell Sameer about our work.

Sameer was extremely intelligent, knowledgeable, supportive, open, sincere, affable and great to work with – but initially – I kept my distance – and I treated him with forced geniality – tinged with wariness.

Gradually – I got to know more about him – and his personal life.

However – we – Sameer and Me – we became close friends only during his painful divorce – the seeds of which seemed to have been sown much earlier.

Maybe – that was the reason why he had relocated to Mumbai – to separate from his wife who stayed on in Delhi.

During those depressing days – I often lent him my shoulder to cry on.

It was inevitable that we fell in love.

We were lonely buddies with a thirst for life – “soul-mates” – attracted to each other – “office-spouses” – who now needed to become real spouses.

Normally – a man is supposed to make the first move.

So – I waited for Sameer to propose to me.

But – maybe – he was shy – being 7 years my junior.

Now – I realized that I had waited long enough – for him to propose to me.

Maybe – he too had waited long enough – for me to propose to him.

And – I shuddered to think – what would happen to me if I lost him.

Oh My God – it would be so terrible…

I was already 39 years old.

Sameer was my last chance – he was my only love.

Soon – my daughter Smita would get married – and – she would go away – and – I would be all alone.

I did not want to live the rest of my life like a loveless lonely maid – a forlorn spinster – with nothing to look forward to – for the rest of my life.

Yes – time was running out for me.

Sameer was my last chance.

I had to act fast.

Yes – I had to talk to him today.

I looked at the wall-clock.

7:30 PM.

Sameer would he here any time now to take me out for dinner.

Normally we take Smita out with us too – but tonight – I had insisted that only the two of us – Sameer and me – only we two would go – and surprisingly – Smita did not protest.

I put on the final touches of make-up – then generously dabbed on my favourite perfume.

The door-bell rang.

“Mummy – Sameer is here…” I heard Smita yelling.

I gave myself a final look in the mirror.

I looked really gorgeous.

Yes – I looked truly stunning – dressed to kill.

I couldn’t have titivated better than this.

“Wow…!!!” Smita said – looking at me with delightful surprise in her eyes, “You look dashing…!!!”

Sameer looked at me – he seemed mesmerized.

I could see that he was attracted to me.

He desperately tried to stop his eyes from roaming all over my body – especially to those places where it would be considered naughty.

“Hey – what’s with you two…? Aren’t you two going to go out fast – and let me enjoy my TV and popcorn…?” Smita teased.

Soon – Sameer and Me – we were driving on Marine Drive towards our favourite restaurant – the best place for an unhurried romantic dinner.

“It’s a beautiful evening. Let’s sit by the sea…” Sameer said spontaneously – slowing down the car.

“I would love to…” I said.

We sat close to each other on the parapet – facing the placid waters of the Arabian Sea – the lights of the ships in the distance – the twinkling stars in the clear sky above us – the sea breeze blowing in our faces – pure and refreshing.

“I want to say something…” Sameer hesitated.

“Say it. Please say it…” I urged him.

“I wanted to ask you…” he faltered.

“Then ask me. Please ask me…” I beseeched him.

Sameer looked at me – into my eyes – and he said to me:

“I want ask your permission to marry Smita. 

We love each other. 

We want to get married. 

I told her to tell you – but Smita said that I must ask you. 

Smita said that she will do as you say. 

I promise I will keep your daughter Smita happy…”

Sameer kept on speaking.

Yes – Sameer kept on speaking.

But – his words did not register – as my mind had gone blank.

I could see his lips moving – but I could not hear his words.

I kept staring at Sameer.

My mind went blank – as if I had become a Zombie – a living corpse…

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is an abridged and revised re-post of my story LOVE TRAP written by me more than 12 years ago in the year 2007 and published in my book COCKTAIL. This story was posted online by me earlier a number of times in my various creative writing blogs at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/a-beautiful-woman-often-has-a-tragic-life_81543_blog  and  http://creative.sulekha.com/love-trap_73693_blog and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/06/cougar-on-hunt.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/11/setting-love-trap.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/03/blog-fiction-story-no-14-love-entrapment.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/08/love-trap-intriguing-romance.html etc

The Immigration Adviser

April 18, 2018

THE IMMIGRATION ADVISER

Fiction Short Story By Vikram Karve 

(My Story “The Immigration Adviser” was posted under the title “A PACKAGE DEAL” in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2018/04/a-package-deal.html

A “PACKAGE DEAL”

“We kept telling you. You should have gone to an “Immigration Adviser” – but you were adamant on doing everything yourself – so – you didn’t listen to our advice. At least now – you better consult some good Immigration Adviser…” all my friends said to me.

So – the very next morning – I sat in front of an “Immigration Adviser” – she was a “Kiwi-Indian” woman.

As she went through my papers – I looked at her.

She was a beautiful woman and she looked very graceful and elegant in her formal dress.

I liked the way her hair fell over her shoulders.

I liked her nose, slightly turned up, slender and feminine – as if accustomed to smell nothing but perfumes.

I liked her mouth – small – but with juicy lips – and – I loved her rich, glowing complexion.

She looked very inviting and I was attracted to her.

Yes – she looked so tempting that I could not take my eyes off her.

Maybe – she sensed that I was ogling at her – so she suddenly looked up – and noticing my look of undisguised admiration – she smiled at me – a very sweet smile.

I saw that her eyes were extremely beautiful – velvety, mesmerizing eyes.

“You came to Auckland 5 years ago – on a Student Visa – a Pathway Student Visa. You wanted to settle down in New Zealand using the Student Pathway…?” she asked me.

“Yes…” I said.

“You studied for more than 3 years – you completed 3 courses – one after the other. Why…?”

“I wanted to clock time – and gain New Zealand Qualifications too – to make it easier for me to get Residency…”

“So – you came to New Zealand on a student visa – with the aim of moving to a work visa afterwards – and ultimately gaining permanent residency…?”

“Yes. My ultimate aim is to become a citizen of New Zealand…” I said.

“Yes – that is the aim of all immigrants…” the Immigration Adviser said.

Then – the Immigration Adviser looked at my documents – and she said:

“You were on a Post Study Work Visa for almost one year before you got an Employer Assisted Work Visa. Why did it take you so long…? Didn’t you get a job…?”

“I didn’t get a proper job – I had to do all sorts of work to survive – I had to do even menial jobs – I did cleaning jobs – worked as a petrol pump attendant – washed cars – drove taxis – worked as a pick-packer in warehouses and even in freezing cold storages…”

“But – why didn’t you get a job after all your qualifications…?”

“I realized that all these qualifications were of no use…”

“No use…?”

“Yes – Pakehas (New Zealanders of European Ancestry) – well – “Pakehas” wanted “New Zealand Experience” – and “Kiwi-Indians” wanted to exploit us…”

“I know. It is sad – but immigrant students are being exploited by employers in their own ethnic communities. I have heard of many cases where Indian Immigrants were exploited by “Kiwi-Indians” (Indians who have got New Zealand Citizenship)…”

“Yes. It is terrible. “Pakeha New Zealander Kiwis” don’t want us – and “Kiwi-Indians” exploit our vulnerability – because they know that we want to stay on here at any cost – in the hope of getting long term residency…”

“So – after a wait of one year you finally did get an Employer Assisted Work Visa – with a “Kiwi-Indian” Employer…?”

“Yes…”

“It says that you were employed as a “Manager”…”

“That’s only on paper – actually they treated us like “bonded labour” – they made us do all sorts of work – and they even did not pay us the minimum wages…”

“If things were so bad here – you could have gone back to India…”

“How can I go back to India…? It will be a total loss of face for me. I am determined to stay here in New Zealand – at any cost…”

“At any cost…?”

“Yes. I want permanent residency – and then – citizenship…”

“But there is a problem. You have spent 5 years in New Zealand – 3 Years as a student – 1 year on an open work visa – 2 years on an employer assisted work visa – and normally – you should have been given a skilled migrant visa – but sadly – it seems your skills are no longer on the “Skill Shortage List”…”

“So what do you advise…?”

“Well – since you don’t have a resident visa – you will have to go back once your work visa expires…”

“I cannot go back to India – I told you – I want to stay here – at any cost…”

“At any cost…?”

“Yes. Please find some way…”

“There is one way…”

“Really…? Tell me. I am willing to do anything…”

“You can try for a “Partner of a New Zealander” Resident Visa…”

“What…? “Partner” Visa…?”

“If you are the “partner” of a New Zealand citizen or resident – you can apply to live in New Zealand permanently. If you are granted residence – you can live and work in New Zealand indefinitely….”

“Oh…?”

“So – you will have to find a “partner” who is a Citizen or Permanent Resident…”

“Partner…?”

“Well – here – they are quite liberal about the definition of “partnership” – but it is better if you are legally married to your partner…”

“Are you advising me to get married to a New Zealander…?”

“Well – you said that you want to stay here “at any cost” – didn’t you…? If you try hard – you may find a suitable “Kiwi-Indian” girl who is a citizen or resident. There are some other requirements and formalities – but you leave all that to me. You just find a nice “Kiwi-Indian” girl who is ready to marry you…”

“But – where do I search for such a girl…?”

“Actually – you don’t need to look very far…”

“What do you mean…?”

“I mean – there is no need for you to go in search of a suitable bride – maybe she is sitting right in front of you…”

VIKRAM KARVE

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My Story “The Immigration Adviser” was posted under the title “A PACKAGE DEAL” in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2018/04/a-package-deal.html

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Migrant Woes – Auckland mum sold 15yo daughter as sex slave

April 17, 2018

Such acts give migrants a bad name

Check out this story from the NZ Herald 👇

http://nzh.tw/12034130

👆 Migrant Woes in New Zealand

a “Free” Male and a “freemale” – The Marriage of Two Persons Who Did Not Want to Get Married

April 16, 2018

This is a story of a “Free” Male and a “freemale” – a rather queer love story – of the Marriage of Two Persons Who Did Not Want to Get Married.

Dear Reader: Do tell me if you like this story…

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/07/the-marriage-of-free-male-and-freemale.html

THE “FREE” MALE AND THE “FREEMALE” 

The Marriage of Two Persons Who Did Not Want to Get Married

Fiction Short Story By Vikram Karve 

He did not believe in “Marriage”

She did not believe in “Marriage”

Yet – they got married.

Why…?

Here is the story of:

The Marriage of Two Persons Who Did Not Want to Get Married 

“Good Morning…” he said.

“Hi…” she said.

“Thanks for agreeing to see me in your office…”

“You said it was urgent…”

“Yes. I wanted to talk to you alone before you came to my place in the evening along with your parents…”

“Oh…”

“I came to tell you that – actually – I don’t want to get married…”

“Oh – is there someone else…”

“No….”

“You don’t like me…?”

“No. No. I haven’t even met you before…”

“Then…?”

“I just don’t want to get married…”

“Oh – are you…?”

“No. No. It’s not what you are thinking. I am not ‘gay’ …”

“Sorry – I didn’t mean it that way…”

“It’s okay…”

“Then – what is it…? Why don’t you want to get married….?”

“I am “married” to the Navy…”

“What…? You are “married” to the Navy…? I don’t understand…”

“I mean that I want to focus all my time and energy on my Navy career – and – I do not want any distractions at this critical juncture of my career…”

“So – you feel that marriage will distract you from your work…?”

“Yes. Right now – I am very busy on my ship – and I will be sailing most of the time. Then – I will go for my “long” specialization course. I want to “top” the course – so – during the course I will require to study round-the-clock. Then – I will go on ship again as a “specialist” officer – which is a crucial appointment – and – a stepping stone to sea command…”

“I get it – you will have no time for me – oh – sorry – I mean – you will have no time for your wife…”

“Yes – I don’t want to get married and then neglect my wife – that will be injustice to her. I will be devoting all my time and energy to my Navy career – and – I will have no time for my wife – so – it is better for me not to marry…”

“So you don’t want to marry because you don’t want to neglect your wife…? Or – is it because you feel that a wife will be a hindrance to your career ambitions…?”

“Both…”

“Both…? How can a wife be a hindrance to your career ambitions…? In fact – someone told me that – if you want to achieve high rank in the Defence Services – it is very advantageous to have a “suitable” wife…”

“Not really…”

“Well – my uncle is in the Army – and – he once told me that – one of the reasons he did not become a General was because he was a bachelor…”

“Maybe it is so in the Army – but – it is not so in the Navy – in fact – our present Navy Chief is a bachelor – he never married…”

“Oh. So you want to become an Admiral…? And – you feel that you will have a better chance if you are a bachelor…”

“Yes – being a bachelor will help me concentrate on my career much better…”

“Okay. So your Navy career is the only reason you don’t want to marry…? Suppose you were not in the Navy – would you have got married…?”

“I can’t say – but I really don’t think so. I am an independent sort of person. I like my solitude, my frredom…”

“Oh – so you prefer to be a “Free” Male – rather than be tied up to a “Ball and Chain”…”

“Ha Ha – “Free” Male – you can say that – yes – I prefer to be a “Free” Male…”

“I can understand. But – please tell me – if you don’t want to get married – why did you give a ‘Matrimonial Ad’…?”

“My parents did it – without asking me – I came to know about it yesterday – when I came on home on leave – and – they told me that you would be coming with your parents  to see me this evening…”

“Oh – but – they could have talked to my parents and cancelled the “Girl Seeing” Ceremony…”

“No – my parents said cancelling would look rude – and – it would complicate things – and – cause misunderstandings…”

“So – they asked you to talk to me and cancel the “Girl Seeing” meeting…?”

“No. No. My parents don’t even know that I am meeting you here in your office…”

“Oh – so your parents are pressurizing you to get married – and – you don’t want to get married because you are “married” to the Navy – and – of course – you want to be a “Free” Male…”

“Yes…”

“So – what do you want me to do…?”

“You come over in the evening – we can go through the “ritual” of the “Girl Seeing” Ceremony – and – later – you can tell your parents that you don’t like me…”

“You want me to tell my parents that I don’t like you…?”

“Yes…”

“Why don’t you tell your parents that you don’t like me…? It is easier for a boy to “reject” a girl – isn’t it…?”

“That would be unfair…”

“Unfair…?”

“Yes – it is me who does not want to get married. So – it is not correct for me to hurt you and your parents – by falsely saying that I don’t like you…”

“What do mean by “falsely” saying that you don’t like me…? Are you saying that actually you like me…? Tell me – suppose you wanted to get married – then – do you find me a suitable wife…?”

“It is a big “if” – but – suppose – I wanted to get married – then…”

“Then…?”

“Then – maybe – I would have said “Yes” to you…”

“So – you like me…?”

“Yes…”

“But – we have just met for a few minutes…”

“I can judge a person in the first impression…”

“Really…? So – what do you think – do I like you – or not…?”

“I feel that you don’t like me – at least as a prospective husband…”

“Oh. Do you really think so…?”

“Yes. That is why it will be easier for you tell your parents the truth that you don’t like me – whereas – I will have to lie to my parents that I don’t like you – though – in actual fact – I don’t want to get married at all…”

“Shall I tell you something…?”

“Yes…”

“I like you…”

“Really…? You like me…?”

“I like ambitious career-conscious people – I like persons who value their independence and freedom – and – I liked the way you told me upfront – in an honest and forthright manner…”

“Thanks…”

“Actually – I am very ambitious and career-conscious too…”

“That’s good…”

“That is why I too don’t want to get married…”

“What…?”

“Yes. I am just like you. My thoughts are exactly like yours. I too feel that marriage will be a big hindrance to my career ambitions – and – most importantly – I am a “freemale”…”

“What…? “Free Male”…? Are you a “Male”…? Or …?”

“No. No. No. I am very much a female. I said “freemale – it’s one word – not two words like “Free Male”…”

Freemale…? What does it mean…?”

“A “freemale” is an independent, modern woman who is happier living a fulfilling single life than actively pursuing romantic relationships – a “freemale” is a professional woman who is single and genuinely loves it – like me…”

“Ha Ha – so – “Freemale” seems to be the feminine version of “Free” Male…?”

“That sounds a bit gender biased – but yes – you can say that a “freemale” is the female counterpart of a “Free” Male – just like a “Free” Male is a man who does not the burden of marriage – a “freemale” is a woman who does not want the burden of marriage…”

“Tell me – if you did not want the burden of marriage – why did you give a “Matrimonial Advertisement”…? And – why are you coming to my home with your parents to “see” me as a prospective husband…?”

“The same reason as yours…”

“Parental pressure…?”

“Yes…?”

“Oh…”

“Let’s do one thing…”

“What…?”

“Let’s get married…”

“What…?”

“Yes. Let’s get married. Once we get married – our parents will be happy – and – they will stop pestering us for marriage. Then – we can focus on our careers – and – we can live our lives freely as we want to…”

“You mean just a “paper” marriage…”

“Yes – a “technical” marriage – a marriage for the sake of marriage – so that we can get this “marriage issue” out of the way – so that we can get on with our respective careers and continue living as we are doing now – as a “Free” Male and a “freemale”…”

“You mean – we get “married” – and then – you go your way – and – I go my way…”

“Yes…” she said.

“Okay…” he said.

And so – they got married.

The “Free” Male and the “freemale” got married.

Yes – the boy and the girl – the two persons who did not want to get married – they got married.

EPILOGUE

The story I narrated above happened in early 1982.

And – believe it or not – almost 36 years have passed – and – they are still married.

In these 36 years – many other marriages have broken down.

Even a few so-called “love marriages” have ended in divorce.

But – the marriage of these two persons who did not want to get married – this marriage continues to this day.

Yes – the marriage of the “Free” Male and the “freemale” is still going strong.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/07/the-marriage-of-free-male-and-freemale.html

This is a revised version of my story THE MARRIAGE OF TWO PEOPLE WHO DID NOT BELIEVE IN MARRIAGE written by me Vikram Karve more than two years ago in June 2016 and posted by me online in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve Blog on Saturday, June 11, 2016 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/the-marriage-of-two-people-who-did-not.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/the-marriage-of-two-persons-who-did-not.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/12/the-free-male-and-freemale-queer-love.html

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