Gender Sensitization Made Simple – Humor in Uniform

February 19, 2018

This Story happened around 25 years ago – in the early 1990’s – when Women Officers were inducted into the Navy for the first time. 

Soon after the advent of Lady Officers – the term “Gender Sensitization” became a buzzword in the Navy – maybe in the other Defence Services (Army/AirForce) too – after women were inducted in uniform in those services.

GENDER SENSITIZATION

A Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve 

Links to my original blog posts in my Blogs Academic and Creative Writing Journal and Writing by Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/09/gender-sensitization-humor-in-uniform.html  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/humor-in-uniform-the-lady-officer/

Gender Sensitization Made Simple – Fictional Spoof by Vikram Karve

(This Story happened around 25 years ago – in the early 1990’s – when Women Officers were inducted into the Navy for the first time) 

PART 1

Place: Office of the Commanding Officer (CO) of a “Stone Frigate” (Navy Shore Establishment) 

Time: 0900 Hours (9 AM)

The Commanding Officer (CO) – a Captain – looks at the Executive Officer (XO) – a Commander – sitting in front of him.

Then – the CO says to the XO:

“Why have you given an “adverse remark” to Lieutenant Commander “Q” in his ACR…? Do you want to write him off…?”

“No, Sir – I haven’t given him an adverse remark…” the XO says.

The CO picks up the “ACR Form” of Lieutenant Commander “Q” and reads out loudly from the “pen picture” appraisal:

“You have written “…The Officer needs “Gender Sensitization”…” in his pen picture. Isn’t this a bloody “adverse remark”…?” the CO asks the XO.

The XO says:

“Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” doesn’t know how to handle Lady Officers…”

“How the hell have you reached that conclusion so fast…? The Lady Officers have arrived just one week back – and there are just two of them…”

“Sir – I am getting reports – I have been observing, Sir…”

“Skip the bullshit – and get to the point…”

“Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” behaves in a very vulgar and crude manner with the Lady Officer in his department…”

“What do you mean by “vulgar and crude”…?”

“Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” constantly verbally abuses the Lady Officer in his department. Sir – yesterday – after “Both Watches” – I saw Lieutenant Commander “Q” shouting at the Lady Officer in full public view – in front of all the officers and sailors – and – Sir – he was using very foul language…”

“Don’t we all use profane jargon in the Navy…? In fact – I have seen you bullshitting sailors in the most “colourful” language…”

“Sir – but she is a “Lady Officer” – and – Lieutenant Commander “Q” was publicly scolding her using terrible expletives and “cusswords” – he even called her a bloody “B****”…”

“Don’t try to be a “saint” – have you never used the word “B******” while shouting at your juniors…? Well – isn’t “B****” the female equivalent of “B******”…?”

“Sir – we have to be careful with these Lady Officers – if they complain – we will get into trouble…”

“Tell me – has this Lady Officer complained about Lieutenant Commander “Q” – has she complained that he is ill-treating her…?

“No, Sir – but how can she complain…?”

“Of course the Lady Officer can submit a complaint if she feels that she is being subjected to cruelty and ill-treatment by Lieutenant Commander “Q”…”

“Sir – as per procedure – the Lady Officer has to submit a complaint through proper channel – which means she has to submit her complaint to her direct superior Lieutenant Commander “Q”. I am sure that she is terrified of Lieutenant Commander “Q” – so – she must be keeping quiet…”

“Okay – I have heard you. Now – I want you to re-write the ACR of Lieutenant Commander “Q” – do a proper performance appraisal – and make sure you remove that adverse remark about “gender sensitization” from his “pen picture” appraisal…” the CO says to the XO.

“Sir – he even put her on “night duty”…”

“What the hell are you talking about…?”

“Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” put the Lady Officer on “Night Duty”…”

“So…? Are “Lady Officers” exempted from “Night Duty”…? Do the Ship’s Standing Orders say so…?”

“Sir – the Ship’s Standing Orders were written when there were no women in the Navy…”

“Is there any official order from higher Headquarters which specifically exempt Lady Officers from “Night Duty”…?”

“I don’t know, Sir – the Lady Officers have arrived just one week back – but the other Lady Officer is not doing “Night Duty” – her Head of Department Lieutenant Commander “P” – he has exempted his Lady Officer from “Night Duties” – but Lieutenant Commander “Q” insists that his Lady Officer does “Night Duty”…”

“Well – that’s his prerogative – I will not interfere in how an Officer runs his “part of ship”…”

“Sir…”

“Please – I have heard enough. Now you take Lieutenant Commander Q’s ACR form – and you remove that adverse remark “…The Officer needs “Gender Sensitization”…” – okay – you remove it from his pen picture. Do you understand…? And – if you don’t wish to do so – please tell me – I will overrule you in writing – and that won’t look good for you…”

“Yes, Sir – I will do it, Sir…” the XO says, “Sir – I think it will be best to transfer this Lady Officer from Lieutenant Commander Q’s department to Lieutenant Commander P’s department – let both the Lady Officers be with Lieutenant Commander “P” – he is a “soft-spoken” and “refined” officer…”

“Hadn’t we decided to keep Lady Officers in different departments – and then – rotate them after 6 months – to give them all-round experience…?”

“Sir – I never thought that Lieutenant Commander “Q” would be so tough with Lady Officers…”

“No – Negative – Not Approved – the Lady Officer continues with Lieutenant Commander “Q”…”

“Sir – if she complains to her father – we will be in big trouble…”

“Her father…? Who the hell is her father…?”

“Sir – her father is a General…”

“Is it so…? Someone told me that most of these female officers are daughters of “big-shots”. But – I don’t care. Now – let’s get to the next point…” the CO says to the XO.

“Sir – I have already moved the Lady Officer from Lieutenant Commander Q’s department to Lieutenant Commander P’s department…” the XO says sheepishly.

“What…? Don’t you know that it is the Captain’s prerogative to allocate duties to Officers…?”

“Sir – I know, Sir. But you were on “Casual Leave” yesterday – and – after observing the terrible way in which Lieutenant Commander “Q” was verbally abusing the Lady Officer yesterday morning after “Both Watches” – I thought the matter was urgent – and – I wanted to prevent matters from getting aggravated – so – I asked the Lady Officer to move to Lieutenant Commander P’s department immediately – and – I thought I will take your “ex-post-facto” approval…”

The CO looks at the XO – and says:

“You have put me in a very awkward position – you are my “second-in-command” – and – I don’t want to put you in an embarrassing position by overruling you – so – okay – you have your way – but next time…”

“Sir – I am sorry, Sir – from now on – I will take care to take your prior approval…” the XOsays, contrite.

And so – the Lady Officer from Lieutenant Commander Q’s department is transferred to Lieutenant Commander P’s department.

Now – both the Lady Officers would work under Lieutenant Commander “P” – who is a most “soft-spoken” and “refined” Officer…”

PART 2

Place: Wardroom Officers’ Mess of the “Stone Frigate” (Navy Shore Establishment) 

Time: 2100 Hours (9 PM)

The party is in full swing – and – the Commanding Officer (CO) is in “high spirits”.

The Lady Officer (who had been transferred from “Bull-shitter” Lieutenant Commander Q’s department to “Soft-spoken” Lieutenant Commander P’s department) – she approaches the CO

The Lady Officer says to the CO:

“Sir – may I have a word with you…?”

“Sure…” the CO says to the Lady Officer.

The CO thought that the Lady Officer had come to thank him for “liberating” her from the clutches of Lieutenant Commander “Q”.

But – from the expression on her face – it was clear that the Lady Officer was unhappy.

The Lady Officer says to the CO:

“Sir – why did you transfer me…?”

“Well – the XO felt that you were unhappy working under Lieutenant Commander “Q”…”

“Sir – I was very happy working with Lieutenant Commander “Q”…”

“I was told that Lieutenant Commander “Q” used to verbally abuse you and treat you in a cruel manner…”

“Sir – I have joined the Navy – I don’t want to be mollycoddled…”

“So – you had no problems with the way Lieutenant Commander “Q” treated you…?” 

“Not at all, Sir – in fact – Lieutenant Commander “Q” is the first officer I met in the Navy – who did not have a condescending attitude towards me – just because I am a Lady Officer. Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” treated me as equal to Male Officers…”

“But – I was told that he shouted at you in public – and that too – he used to shout in profane language…” the CO says to the Lady Officer.

“Sir – I made a mistake in my job. So – I deserved the “Bottle”...” the Lady Officer says to the CO.

(“Bottle”  is Naval Slang for a Reprimand.

“Bottle” may have been shortened from “A dose from the Foretopman’s
bottle”.

This may be connected with the story that – in sailing ship days –
bottles of medicine (for the commoner ailments) were labelled according to
the “parts of the ship”. 

When a seaman reported to the sick bay – he was given a dose of medicine from the bottle belonging to his own part of the ship….) 

Explanatory Digression over – now – back to the story.

The Lady Officer says to the CO:

“Sir – I made a mistake in my job. So – I deserved the “Bottle”...”

“But – Lieutenant Commander “Q” shouted at you in public using foul language – didn’t he…?” the CO asks the Lady Officer.

“Sir – Lieutenant Commander “Q” shouts at others in the same way as he shouted at me. His tongue may be rough – but his heart is clean…”

“Is that so…? Okay – what do want me to do…?”

“Sir – I want to be transferred back to Lieutenant Commander Q’s department…”

“Are you sure…?”

Yes, Sir…”

Okay – I will transfer you back to Lieutenant Commander Q’s department…”

“Sir – one more thing…”

“Speak freely…”

“Sir – the other Lady Officer – she also wants to be transferred to Lieutenant Commander Q’s department…”

“Why…? Isn’t she happy working under Lieutenant Commander “P”…?  I am told that Lieutenant Commander “P” is a “perfect gentleman” – a most “soft-spoken” and “refined” Officer…”

“Sir – on the outside – Lieutenant Commander “P” may seem to be a “perfect gentleman”. But Sir – hidden inside – masked by his suave exterior and charming patronizing manner – Lieutenant Commander “P” is a lecherous ******…”

“What…? I can’t believe it…”

“Sir – we women can “sense” these things. I feel safer with the “rough” and crude Lieutenant Commander “Q” rather than with the “smooth” and refined Lieutenant Commander “P” – and so does the other Lady Officer…”

“Okay – I’ll talk to the XO to issue the transfer orders. Now – you go on – and you enjoy the party. And – just tell the XO to see me…” the CO says to the Lady Officer.

When the XO arrives – the CO says to the XO:

“You are totally clueless on how to handle Lady Officers. 

Lieutenant Commander “Q” doesn’t need “Gender Sensitization”. 

It is YOU – who needs “Gender Sensitization”…” 

And then – the CO walks away – leaving the XO totally baffled and nonplussed.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Links to my original blog posts in my Blogs Academic and Creative Writing Journal and Writing by Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/09/gender-sensitization-humor-in-uniform.html  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/humor-in-uniform-the-lady-officer/

Story of a “Happy” Family – Short Fiction

February 19, 2018

This morning – during my morning walk I saw three – yes – not one – not two – but three hoardings – all showing “Happy” Families.

All three “Happy” Family picures were advertisements for upcoming posh residential housing projects.

Then – on Facebook – I saw another “Happy” Family.

Whenever I see pictures of such “Happy” Families – on billboards and in advertisements – or uploaded in Facebook – I remember this story I had written three years ago…

But – before you read the story – let me tell you about the “Anna Karenina Principle

ANNA KARENINA PRINCIPLE 

Whenever I see “Happy Family” status uploads on Facebook – with pictures of happy families enjoying “Quality Time” together – in “lovey-dovey” poses – holidaying – doing exciting things – I feel envious.

I feel “depressed” when I compare the exciting life of “happy families” in contrast to the rather staid, boring and prosaic life of our family.

And – I recall the “Anna Karenina Principle:

Happy Families are all alike – Every Unhappy Family is Unhappy in its own way

(These are the opening lines of the famous novel Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy)

Do you observe this principle when you see families around you…?

Do You Have a “Happy” Family Life…? 

Please read my story The “Happy” Family – and – think about it…

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/03/story-of-happy-family.html

THE “HAPPY” FAMILY

Short Fiction Story By VIKRAM KARVE 

PROLOGUE

It is fascinating how you get ideas for stories.

Once – a few years ago – while walking on a road in Pune – I saw a hoarding with an advertisement for a residential housing scheme.

And – I got the idea for this story…

THE “HAPPY” FAMILY – a story by Vikram Karve

Every morning – on my way to work – I see a hoarding.

It is a huge hoarding – and the hoarding can be prominently seen from the road.

The hoarding has an advertisement for a posh luxury residential complex – a top class luxurious gated community – many of which are proliferating all over Pune – to cater for the increasing number of newly affluent upwardly mobile home-buyers.

On that hoarding is the picture of a happy family – a traditional ‘Indian Joint Family’.

It is a large picture.

In fact – the picture of the ‘happy family’ is the centerpiece of the advertisement.

In the picture – there is a smart good looking middle aged couple in their 30’s – a handsome husband and a beautiful wife.

From the way they are dressed – both husband and wife appear to be upwardly mobile professionals – both seem successful career-persons.

Maybe they are ‘IT Techies’ – or ‘investment bankers’ – or ‘corporate executives’ – or ‘entrepreneurs’ – or in some such ‘successful’ profession.

Along with the husband and wife – there are two adorable children – a boy – around 10 – and a girl – around 7 or 8.

The bright kids are obviously the smart children of the elegant couple.

Then – there is a distinguished looking ‘senior citizen’ couple – probably the parents of the husband – who look very healthy and happy.

And – of course – to complete the ‘perfect family’ picture – there is a happy well-groomed friendly looking dog – a handsome Labrador retriever.

Yes – it is a picture of a ‘perfect joint family’ – a ‘successful’ charming young couple – ‘cute’ gorgeous children – doting grandparents – and – their lovely dog.

In today’s trend of ‘nuclear families’ – where everyone lives separately – it is very rare to see a happy and harmonious ‘joint family’ like the one shown in the picture.

Everyone in the ‘picture-perfect joint family’ looks very happy.

There is a saying that the foundation of advertising is ‘happiness’.

And – the ‘USP’ of this advertisement is certainly ‘happiness’.

To recap – let us “look” at the picture of the ‘happy family’ once more:

  1. A young charming upwardly-mobile career couple – maybe in their 30’s – a ‘metrosexual’ dapper man and a chic graceful woman.
  1. The elegant ‘Senior Citizen’ Parents – probably the mother and father of the young man – happilyretired – maybe in their 60’s – glowing with happiness and contentment.
  1. Two smart bright kids – a boy and a girl – of school going age.
  1. And – of course – the handsome Labrador Dog – to complete the picture of a “happy family”.

The advertisement seems to imply that if you purchased and moved into an apartment in this residential complex – your family will automatically become ‘happy’ too – like the ‘picture perfect happy family’ on the hoarding – since – this gated community is a place where ‘happiness’ is infectious – because only ‘happy’ families live there.

Surprisingly – instead of making me “happy” – this advertisement has the opposite effect on me.

Every morning – when I see that hoarding – I feel a tinge of regret.

In my heart – I wish – that I too had a ‘picture-perfect “happy” family’ – like the one in the picture.

Every morning – as I cross the hoarding – I have such depressing thoughts.

One morning – I ask my driver to stop the car near the hoarding.

On my ‘Smartphone’ – I take a photo of the hoarding.

Then – I tell my driver to take the car to the address of the Real Estate Firm mentioned in the hoarding.

On entering – at the reception – I show the picture of the hoarding on my ‘smartphone’ to the receptionist – who immediately calls a chic saleswoman.

The saleswoman – takes me inside her office.

She shows me a model of the residential project.

Then – she gives me a glossy brochure which has complete details of the project.

On the cover of the brochure – is the same picture of the ‘happy family’ – exactly the same picture which is there on the hoarding.

I give the saleswoman a patient hearing – as she explains the floor plans and costing details – and as she tells me the advantages of living in a gated community.

Then – I point to the picture of the ‘happy family’ on the brochure cover – and I say to the saleswoman: “I want to meet this family…”

The saleswoman looks bewildered.

It is evident – that no one has made this strange request before.

Everyone must have asked her various questions about the residential project.

But – I must be the first person asking to meet the family in the advertisement of the housing project.

Lest she think that I was flirting with her – I take out my wallet from my pocket.

I extract my visiting card – and I give it to her.

She looks at my visiting card.

Then – she looks at me with an expression of awe.

After looking at me for a moment – the saleswoman asks me to follow her.

She takes me to her Manager’s cabin.

The Sales Manager looks at my visiting card.

He motions for me to sit down – and he asks me what he could do for me.

I point to the picture of the ‘happy family’ on the top of the brochure – and I say to him: “I want to meet this family…”

“Sir – is there any trouble…?” the Sales Manager asks.

“No trouble – I just want to meet this family…” I say.

“Sir – I will have to check with the ‘ad agency’ that made this brochure…” he says.

“Okay – go ahead and check…” I say.

“Sir – please excuse me for a moment – I will check with the Marketing Head…” the Sales Manager says – and he leaves the room.

After a few minutes – the Sales Manager returns along with another Gentleman who introduces himself as the General Manager (Marketing) – and he says: “Sir – we got this brochure made from an advertising agency – so – most probably – the persons in the picture must be models…”

“Including the dog…?” I ask.

“Yes – Sir – many dog owners give their dogs for modelling assignments…” he says.

“So – you are saying that all these persons in the picture are strangers – and I thought it was one nice happy family…” I say.

“Ad agencies always use models. So – Yes – Sir – it is most likely that all the persons in this advertisement are models posing as a ‘happy family’ in this picture…” the General Manager Marketing says.

“It does not matter if they are models posing as a ‘happy family’ – I would like to meet them – I would like to meet all of them…” I say.

“Sir – normally we don’t…” the General Manager (Marketing) says – then he looks at my visiting card – and he seems to have changed his mind – and he says to me: “Okay – Sir – I will call the ‘ad agency’ and get the details of the models…”

“Including the dog…” I interrupt, “…you get me complete details of all the models – contact details – address – everything…”

“I will – Sir…” the General Manager Marketing says.

“Good – I will wait for your call…” I say.

On the way to my office – I look at the picture of the ‘happy family’.

Maybe I should buy an apartment in this complex.

Then – maybe – my scattered family will come together – and we will be one happy joint family like the ‘perfect family’ in the picture.

The General Manager (Marketing) of the Real Estate Firm calls me after 3 hours.

He seems quite excited – as he says to me: “Sir – you were right – the persons in the photo are not models – they all belong to one family – in fact it is a picture of a joint family…”

“Really…?” I say – this is getting interesting.

“Yes, Sir – all of them are one joint family – Sir – what happens is that the ‘ad agency’ hires a photographer for such work – and he had this picture in his stock – the ‘ad agency’ wanted the photo of a ‘happy joint family’ – they liked the photo – so they used it in the advertisement…” the General Manager says.

“What do you mean the photographer had this picture in his stock…?” I say.

“Sir – this family had their portrait taken a few years ago…” he says.

“Okay – give me the address of this family…” I say.

“Sir – we don’t have the address…” the General Manager (Marketing) says.

“What do you mean you don’t have the address…?” I say.

“Sir – I asked the photographer myself – he said that he did not have the address of the family…” the General Manager says.

“How is that possible…? Hasn’t he kept a record of his customers…? Also – he must have taken their consent before using their photo in an advertisement – isn’t it…? Tell me – can you use anyone’s photo in an advertisement without even bothering to ask them…?” I say angrily.

“Sir – I don’t know – the photographer is not…” the General Manager stutters nervously.

“Okay – just give me the photographer’s address…” I say to the General Manager (Marketing) of the Real Estate Firm.

“Sir – I will SMS you the contact details of the photographer…” he says.

The SMS arrives within a minute.

The address of the photo studio is near my office.

I call my deputy to my office – I ask her to sit down – and I explain to her in detail – what I want done urgently.

“Sir – you want me to go to the photographer and get the address of this family in the picture. Then you want me to go to the address – meet the family – and give you a call…?” my deputy confirms with me.

“That’s right…” I say to her, “…and you better take someone along – if the photographer acts funny and hesitates to give the address – you know what to do…”

“Yes, Sir – I will complete the job today itself,” she says.

Then – my deputy gets up from the chair – she salutes me – and she smartly walks out my office.

30 minutes later my deputy calls me on my mobile phone.

“Sir – the family portrait was taken 3 years ago – I have got details of the family and their address – it is a bungalow on Prabhat Road – I am proceeding there now…” my deputy says.

“Very Good…” I say, “I will wait for your call…”

One hour later – my deputy calls me on my mobile phone again.

“Sir – the bungalow has been demolished for redevelopment – there is construction work going on here – a multistoried high-rise residential building is coming up…” she says.

“But what about the family…?” I ask.

“Sir – I am trying to find out – do you want to come here…?”

“No – I have to go for an important meeting – you find out all the details and give me a detailed report in the evening…” I say.

“Yes, Sir – I will have all details for you by evening…” my deputy says.

I switch off my mobile phone – and I proceed for the official meeting.

As usual – the meeting lasts more than 3 hours.

I return to my office – switch on my mobile phone – and I send an SMS to my deputy that I am back in my office.

My deputy acknowledges my SMS – and she replies that she is on the job – and that she will personally report to me in the evening.

I get busy with my work.

It is 7 o’clock – most of the staff has gone home – but I decide to wait for some more time – and I try to finish off some pending work.

Suddenly – there is a knock on the door – and my deputy comes into my office.

I ask her to sit down – I offer her a glass of water.

She sips some water – and then she says: “Sir – it is a very sad story…”

“Sad story…? Tell me everything…” I say.

“Sir – the ‘happy family’ in the picture was a joint family – all of them lived in the bungalow till around 2 years ago…” she says.

“What happened…?” I ask.

“The old man suddenly died of a heart attack…”

“The young man’s father…?”

“Yes.”

“The bungalow was ancestral property – and the old man’s daughter staked her claim – and she wanted her share of the property…”

“The old man’s daughter…? That means the young man’s sister…? She is not in this picture…?”

“Yes Sir – the old man’s daughter is not in this family picture – she is an NRI – she lives in America…”

“If she lives in America – then why did she want a share of the property here in Pune…?”

“Sir – who does not want a house in a prime locality like Prabhat Road…?”

“I see – but what about the mother – I mean – the old man’s wife – the old woman in the picture…?”

“The NRI daughter convinced her mother that it would be best to demolish the old bungalow and get it redeveloped – since all of them would get one spacious 3 BHK flat each – the mother – the son – and the daughter…”

“And the son agreed to this…?”

“Yes – the son agreed with his mother and sister to redevelop the bungalow – but this infuriated his wife – well – the young man’s wife wanted to live in the bungalow – and she was totally against demolishing the bungalow for making flats…”

“Oh – so the old man’s daughter-in-law wanted the bungalow for herself…”

“I believe that the old man had promised the daughter-in-law that he would be giving the entire bungalow to them – his son and her – after his death – since it was they who were looking after him and his wife in their old age…”

I look at my deputy – and I ask her, “By the way – how do you know all this…?”

“Sir – do you think I am making up this story – you know me for so many years – I have conducted a proper investigation – I have spoken to everyone personally – the mother – the son – the daughter-in-law…”

“Okay – okay – I am sorry – please continue…” I say to her – feeling contrite.

“Well – as I said – the old man had promised his son and daughter-in-law the bungalow – and the daughter-in-law felt that it was the right thing for him to do – since it was they – her husband and she – who lived here in Pune and looked after the old parents. Now – she would have to look after her husband’s widowed mother here in Pune. So the daughter-in-law felt that her sister-in-law – who lives in America – did not deserve a share in the property…”

“Quite right – only those children who look after their parents must get a share in their property…”

“Yes Sir – that is what the daughter-in-law felt. So the daughter-in-law told her mother-in-law not to re-develop the bungalow – but instead – she told her mother-in-law to give the entire bungalow on the son – her husband – as the old man had promised…”

“And…?”

“As is usual with mothers – the old woman had a soft corner for her own daughter…”

“So the mother wanted to give a share in the property to her NRI daughter…?”

“Yes – and – of course – her NRI daughter’s shrewd husband had already done the necessary homework – he had already talked to a builder to redevelop the bungalow…”

“But – what about the son – he could have objected…”

“Sir – I told you before – the son is a ‘Momma’s Boy’ – so he meekly agreed to whatever his mother said – and so – when the agreement for re-development was put before him – he signed on the dotted line …”

“And this infuriated his wife…?”

“Yes Sir – in fact – the daughter-in-law had a big fight with her mother-in-law – and she told her mother-in-law that her own darling daughter could look after her from now on…”

“So – the old woman went to America with her NRI daughter…?”

“No Sir – after the deal was done – the shrewd NRI daughter went back to America with her husband – and the old woman shifted to a flat nearby that the builder had given them temporarily till the re-development work was over…”

“And – what about the son – and his wife…?”

“At first – they too moved in with the old woman – but then the already bitter relationship between daughter-in-law and mother-in-law got worse day by day – and – one day the daughter-in-law told her husband that they should live separately…”

“So – the young couple moved out…?”

“Sir – I told you that the man was a ‘Momma’s Boy’ – so he wanted to live with his mother. Now – the son’s preference for his mother infuriated his wife – so she walked out of the house along with the two children and went to her parents’ place…”

“This sounds like a fiction story…”

“Sir – sometimes – truth is stranger than fiction…”

“It seems so – and the way you are narrating this story – I am convinced that you would have been better off as a creative writer – I wonder why you became a cop…?”

“Please Sir – you always joke. You told me to investigate – so I did a thorough job…”

“I am sorry – I did not mean to hurt you…”

“It’s okay Sir – if you want – I will skip all the details and get to the end…”

“Yes – I think that is a good idea – just tell me what the status of the family is right now…”

“Sir – the old woman is in an ‘old age home’ – and – the son is in ‘rehab’…”

“The young man is in ‘rehab’…?”

“Yes Sir – the young man in your ‘picture-perfect family’ is in ‘rehab’ getting treated for alcohol dependence…”

“Alcohol dependence…?”

“Sir – I told you that his wife left him taking away the children – and she went off to her parents’ place. Later – she gave him an ultimatum to shift out of his mother’s flat – take his share of money from the builder instead of the flat – and buy a house for them to live separately. But – since he was a ‘Momma’s Boy’ – he refused – so she gave him a divorce notice…”

“What…? She slapped him with a Divorce Notice …?”

“Yes Sir. Well – all this was too much for the young man to bear – so he took solace in alcohol – and he started drinking heavily – and his alcoholism became so bad – that doctors advised ‘rehab’…”

“Bloody hell…! And why did the old woman go to an ‘old age home’…?”

“Sir – I really don’t know – but the people at the ‘old age home’ said that her NRI daughter had come down from America and got her mother admitted in the ‘old age home’…”

“This is getting crazy – just 3 years ago – when this picture was taken – this ‘happy joint family’ was living harmoniously together in a bungalow. And now – the old man is dead – the old woman is in an ‘old age home’ – their son has become an alcoholic and is in ‘rehab’ undergoing treatment – and their daughter-in-law has got estranged bitterly and she is seeking divorce…”

“Sir – you won’t believe what I am going to tell you next…”

“What more now…?”

“The ‘cute’ children have been sent to a boarding school…”

“Boarding school…? Why…?”

“Well – that daughter-in-law fought with her sister-in-law – not her husband’s sister – but the other sister-in-law – her brother’s wife – who did not appreciate her sudden intrusion along with the children…”

“Okay – so this young woman in the picture who left her husband and went to live with her parents – her own brother and his wife were living as a joint family with her parents – and they threw her out…”

“Yes – so now – the woman in the picture – she lives in a working women’s hostel where she got a job as warden – and the children have been packed off to boarding school…”

“I cannot believe it – just look at this portrait of the ‘picture-perfect happy family’ so happy together – and now – old man is dead and in heaven – old woman in ‘old age home’ – young man in ‘rehab’ – young woman in a working women’s hostel – and the kids in boarding school…” I say.

“Sir – you forgot the dog in the photo…” my deputy says.

“The dog…? Oh yes – what happened to their lovely Labrador dog…?”

“Sir – they do not allow dogs in the ‘old age home’ – or in ‘rehab’ – or in the ‘working women’s hostel’ – and – obviously – the dog could not go with the children to the boarding school. So – they abandoned the dog – and they sent the dog to the animal rescue home – so now – the handsome labrador dog lives in the dog care shelter where they keep abandoned dogs…”

“That handsome dog was sent to the dog pound…? That is sad – very sad – poor dog – I feel so sorry for the dog – he became an innocent victim for no fault of his…”

“Yes Sir – I too felt very bad when I heard that the adorable dog had been abandoned – so I went to the animal rescue shelter – and when I saw how miserable the dog was feeling – I felt great pity for him – I could not bear to see him in so much distress – so I brought the dog here…”

“You brought the Labrador dog here…?”

“Yes Sir – the dog is sitting outside your office – with your orderly…”

“The dog is sitting outside…?”

“Yes Sir – I thought the dog will be a good companion for you…”

“For me…?”

“Yes Sir – you are so lonely – you live all alone in that big bungalow – and you have so many people – your orderly, your staff, your servants – to look after the dog…”

My deputy gets up – she walks to my office door – opens the door – and she tells my orderly to bring the dog inside.

It is the same handsome Labrador dog in the picture – no doubt about it.

The dog comes running to me – and I pat him.

The Labrador dog seems to be very friendly.

“See, Sir…” my deputy says, “…the dog likes you…”

In the evening – I pour a drink – and I relax in the verandah of my bungalow.

The Labrador dog is exploring the lawn.

Suddenly – the dog comes running to me – and sits at my feet – and snuggles against my legs – wanting to be fondled.

I lovingly stroke the dog – play with his ears.

I always envied the ‘happy family’ on the hoarding advertisement.

But now – I realize – that – I am much better off than that “picture-perfect happy family” 

Yes – I am much better off than that “picture-perfect happy family” who I always envied.

So what – if my wife works in Mumbai.

At least – we have a ‘weekend marriage’ – when she comes over to Pune every weekend – or – when I go across to Mumbai to spend the weekend with her.

So what – if my son is in the Army.

At least – he comes home on leave twice a year to meet us.

So what – if my daughter is abroad in the US.

At least – she comes to meet us once a year during her vacation.

I realize that our family is much happier than the “happy family” in the picture.

Yes – we may not be a “picture-perfect” family – but we are certainly a happy family.

And now – I have a delightful new addition to my family – this lovely Labrador dog – as my constant companion.

I have realised that my family is happy in its own way.

EPILOGUE

At the beginning of this post I told you about the “Anna Karenina Principle:

“Happy Families are all alike – Every Unhappy Family is Unhappy in its own way”

After writing this story – I feel like paraphrasing the Anna Karenina Principle:

“Like each Unhappy Family is Unhappy in its own way – each Happy Family is Happy in its own way”

Anna Karenina Principle:

HAPPY FAMILIES ARE ALL ALIKE – EVERY UNHAPPY FAMILY IS UNHAPPY IN ITS OWN WAY

Anna Karenina Principle Paraphrased:

LIKE EACH UNHAPPY FAMILY IS UNHAPPY IN ITS OWN WAY – EACH HAPPY FAMILY IS HAPPY IN ITS OWN WAY

Or – maybe – it will be better if I say:

“Happy Families are Not All Alike – Each Happy Family is Happy in its Own Way”

Yes – that sounds better:

Anna Karenina Principle Revisited:

HAPPY FAMILIES ARE NOT ALL ALIKE – EACH HAPPY FAMILY IS HAPPY IN ITS OWN WAY 

Dear Reader: Do you agree…?

VIKRAM KARVE

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Revised and Abridged Version of my story THE “PICTURE PERFECT” HAPPY FAMILY posted online earlier in this Blog ‘Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve’ on 19 June 2015 and 08 Aug 2015 and 17 Oct 2015 at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/06/the-picture-perfect-happy-family.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/08/the-happy-family-story.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/10/the-happy-family.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/12/anna-karenina-principle-revisited.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/do-you-have-happy-family-life.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/09/01/picture-of-a-happy-family/ and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/happy-family.html

There are Four different Types of Drinkers – which Type are You?

February 19, 2018

Why do you drink?

What is your motive?

Which Type of Drinker are You?

Check out this story from the NZ Herald 👇

http://nzh.tw/11997650

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Four Types of Drinkers

Click Link Above and Check Out Which Type of Drinker are You

Brain Teaser Riddle – Can you figure out this ‘simple’ horse-related riddle?

February 17, 2018

Bought Horse for $60 – Sold for $70 – Bought Same Horse Again for $80 – Sold for $90

How much profit did I make?

Check out this story from the NZ Herald 👇

http://nzh.tw/11996693

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Can you solve this riddle?

Musings on Ethics – Status versus Moral Values

February 16, 2018

During TV debates on the recent Banking Scam – I heard Senior Bank Officials say that the scam was done by some junior level bank employees – thereby implying that dishonesty could exist only at the junior level and senior officers were totally honest and spotlessly clean. 

This conversation reminded me of an article I had written on PRACTICAL ETHICS more than 23 years ago in 1995. This article was based on my lecture notes when I taught BUSINESS ETHICS – and on my Academic Papers on ETHICS – presented by me at various seminars – and posted on my blogs a number of times.

Here is an extract from the article… 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/the-higher-salary-higher-bribe.html

STATUS versus MORAL VALUES – Musings on Ethics By Vikram Karve

When we joined the Navy – many of us confused “Rank, Position and Status” with “Ethical and Moral Standards”.

We young officers were naive and idealistic.

We assumed that just because an officer had been promoted to high rank – it could be ipso facto presumed – that the officer had high moral values and ethical standards.

We were wrong in presuming this.

Soon – after seeing media reports about a number of senior military officers embroiled in scams – and observing some of our seniors indulging in unethical activities – we realized that our presumption – linking ethics with rank – was wrong.

Status and Position should not be confused with Standards of Morality.

This is true in the civilian world as well.

The honesty and integrity of a person is in no way correlated with his intellectual development – or his position in the hierarchy – or material factors like wealth, rank, seniority, status, success. 

Almost every day – we see news about high ranking politicians, top bureaucrats, senior military officers – and other “distinguished” persons – with high status  and in top positions – getting embroiled in Scams – and indulging in unethical activities.

Have you not read news about even the most intellectually gifted persons (like Vice Chancellors of Universities) getting embroiled in corrupt activities…?

A quote by Alexander Orlov sums it up in a nutshell:

“Honesty and Loyalty may be often more deeply ingrained in the make-up of simple and humble people than in men of high position. 

A man who was taking bribes when he was a constable does not turn honest when he becomes the Chief of Police – the only thing that changes is the size of the bribe. 

Weakness of character and inability to withstand temptation remains with the man no matter how high he climbs.”

It is true – isn’t it…?

A person’s Values and Ethical traits accompany a man to the highest rungs of his career.

You see so many poor persons who are honest – and you observe so many rich persons who are corrupt.

This is because – whether a person becomes corrupt or not – it depends on his values – and not on his needs.

Also – in today’s world – corruption has no social stigma.

A rich and wealthy corrupt man gets more respect in society than a poor man who is honest.

That is why you must not confuse status and position with standards of morality and ethics.

An individual’s outward status has got nothing to do with his inner values.

Some people think that increasing salaries will reduce corruption.

In actual practice – increasing salaries may result in the opposite of the desired objective of reducing corruption.

In fact – increasing salaries may result in increasing corruption – as exemplified by the dictum:

“The Higher the Salary – The Higher the Bribe” 

Dear Reader:

Do you agree…?

VIKRAM KARVE

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Extract of my article on ETHICS written by me Vikram Karve more than 23 years earlier in the year 1995 and posted by me online a number of times including at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/ethics_296512_blog  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2010/06/08/practical-ethics/  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/02/honesty-integrity-and-corruption.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/12/status-and-position-versus-moral-values.html and http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2008/12/managerial-ethics-food-for-thought.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/12/will-increasing-salaries-reduce.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/does-increasing-salaries-reduce.html etc

Do You Have a “Sense of Humor”…?

February 14, 2018

We all have a sense of humour.

I am sure you too have a sense of humour and you like to hear jokes, you love to watch Humorous Movies, TV Shows, Comedy Acts and Funny Plays and Read Humorous Writing.

Humour relaxes you and is an effective stress buster.

As they say: 

Laughter is the Best Medicine

SENSE OF HUMOR By VIKRAM KARVE 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/06/sense-of-humour.html

DO YOU HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR…?

We all have a sense of humor.

I am sure you too have a sense of humor – and – you like to hear jokes – you love to watch Humorous Movies, TV Shows, Comedy Acts and Funny Plays – and Read Humorous Writing.

Humor relaxes you and is an effective stress buster.

As they say:

Laughter is the Best Medicine.

Good writers (and speakers) have the capability to convey profound philosophy through humor which makes it palatable and easy to understand.

That is why humor facilitates effective communication.

Depending on your objective – there are many types of humor you can use in your writing and speaking.

A few types of humor are given below.

TYPES OF HUMOR – A GUIDE

In a nutshell – here is a guide to the various types of humor – in alphabetical order – which I have collated by surfing the internet.

Well – as you will see – the various types of humor are interlinked and intertwined – so you must cross-refer the terms indicated in bold lettering.

  1. Burlesque is a form of satire.

Burlesque ridicules any basic style of speech or writing – whereas parody makes fun of specific writings.

  1. Caricature means exaggeration of a person’s mental, physical, or personality traits, in wisecrack form.

Cartoons are a form of caricature.

Caricature can be used in writing too – an example being humorous sketches of famous unforgettable persons.

  1. Comedy comprises a ludicrous and amusing event or series of events designed to provide enjoyment and produce smiles or laughter. Comedy is usually written in a light, familiar, bantering, or satirical style.

There are also topical, romantic, satirical, and verbal wit comedies.

Comedy is derived French word comedie” – which in turn is derived from the Greco-Latin comoedia” – which was formed by combining komos – meaning “to revel” – and – aeidein” – meaning “to sing” 

  1. Hyperbole is an exaggerated witticism overstates the features, defects, or the strangeness of someone or something.

Extreme exaggeration is Hyperbole.

  1. Epigram means a clever, short philosophical saying with a message or a moral.

Ancient Wisdom – enunciated by many eminent Philosophers – has been expressed and compiled in the form of epigrams – for easy understanding.

  1. Incongruity arises from lack of harmony between two statements or events.

This is similar to oxymoron in writing.

An oxymoron is a figure of speech that “combines contradictory terms”.

Here are some examples:

OPEN SECRET

DEAFENING SILENCE

SERIOUS JOKE

FRIENDLY FIGHT

AMICABLE DIVORCE

HARMONIOUS DISCORD

or some “tongue in cheek” expressions like

BUSINESS ETHICS

HONEST POLITICIAN

MILITARY INTELLIGENCE

WORKING HOLIDAY

All the above are oxymorons.

Sometimes – contradictions and incongruities can result in absurdly funny paradoxes and situations.

  1. Irony is a contradiction in terms – a paradox.

Dramatists use irony in their works with great effect.

For example – in Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare – Romeo finds Juliet in a drugged state – and Romeo thinks Juliet is dead.

Full of grief – Romeo kills himself.

When Juliet wakes up – she finds Romeo dead – and – she kills herself.

  1.  Parody is a humorous version of any well-known writing or speech.

Many Comedy and TV Shows use parody – and there are parodies of famous songs too – where the original lyrics are replaced by different words to inject humour.

  1. Pun comprises wordplay.

Jokes, one-liners and witty remarks often are composed of puns.

  1. Repartee is a clever reply or retort.

Sometimes – the recipient of your repartee may find it insulting – so care must be taken not to hurt someone while using repartee.

  1. Satire is critical humour.

Satire is sarcasm that makes fun of something.

  1.  Surprise means bringing in suspense and unexpected twists which result in humour eventually.
  1. Sarcasm is a sharp, harsh, bitter or cutting remark on something or someone.

This is one of the most popular forms of humor and can be used with deadly effect.

One has to be careful in using sarcasm – in order to ensure that it does not transgress the boundaries of humour.

  1. Wisecrack means any clever remark about a particular person or thing.

Wisecracks are quick wordplays about a person.

  1. Wit comprises the entire repertoire of humour, irony, sarcasm, satire and repartee.

Your writing can be witty and so can your speech.

Verbal Wit is also called wordplay

Wit is funny because of the sudden sharpness and quick perception.

Sharp Wit can bite – and you must be careful in using wit – especially with those who do not have a sense of humor.

 

BE CAREFUL BEFORE YOU USE HUMOR

It is said that now-a-days – the commodity which in short supply is – “A SENSE OF HUMOR”.

This lack of a Sense of Humor is reflected in the increasing intolerance in society.

Many persons have become hypersensitive and do not take kindly to humor.

So – you have to be very careful before you use humor – while speaking or writing – or in creative works – otherwise – someone who does not have a sense of humor may take offense.

What you think is a seemingly innocuous witty remark – it may land you in trouble with persons who do not have the sense of humor to appreciate your wit.

This absence of a healthy sense of humor manifests itself in the various social tensions and stressful atmosphere we are witnessing around us.

Sense of Humor is a hallmark of a healthy democracy.

Sense of Humor is the sine qua non for free speech.

The sign of a confident person or harmonious society is the capacity to make fun – and be made fun of – to laugh heartily and laugh at oneself – and to take humor in the right spirit.

I feel that a healthy sense of humor is the panacea for many of our present day personal ills – and to alleviate social dissonance.

So – let is all develop a good sense of humor – and laugh – and make others laugh.

Laugh and the World Laughs with You – Cry and you Cry Alone 

 

HUMOR – THE ULTIMATE FEEL GOOD FACTOR

I wish I could have given examples of each one of the 15 types of humor that I have mentioned above.

But then – I have been repeatedly advised – that my blog posts are too long –so I will end here.

After all – BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT

But not to worry, Dear Reader:

If you want to see examples of the various types of humor mentioned above – all you have to do is “Google” the term – and hey-presto – you will remain glued to your computer screen and will be laughing all day.

Meanwhile – let me hark back to my glorious Navy Days – when we had a delightful of sense of a humor – which facilitated harmonious interpersonal relationships in stressful situations.

Let me try and write a few humorous blog posts.

Writing Humor makes me Feel Good.

And – I am sure that Reading Humor – will make you Feel Good too.

(Of course – sometimes you will have to read between the lines – in order to discern the subtle humor)

Like Love – Humor is the Ultimate Feel Good Factor.

Do you agree…?

Close your eyes.

Think of a joke or a humorous episode.

Laugh.

Feel Good.

Have a Happy Day.

VIKRAM KARVE

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  2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2018

This is one my earliest amateurish attempts at creative writing  a love story I wrote around 25 years ago  sometime in the early 1990’s. 

It is a longish story – written at a time when there was no internet, no blogs, no ebooks, no online reading, no Facebook, no Twitter, no Google, and most importantly, no mobile cell phones. 

And yes – those days – 25 years ago – a thing called Telegram existed – which was scrapped after the proliferation of digital communication. 

It was a time when you had to read magazines and books on paper for short fiction and when people had the time and patience to read. 

Dear Reader – Please remember this story happened 25 years ago  in the early 1990’s.

So relax, take your time, and read this old style romance  I am sure you will like it. 

Wish You a Happy Valentine’s Day…

VALENTINE’S DAY 

A Thrilling Romance By Vikram Karve 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2018/02/valentines-day-love-story.html

VALENTINE’S DAY – LOVE STORY by VIKRAM KARVE 

Vandana dragged me to the New Year’s Eve party at our Club.

“I’d feel good,” she said.

I had been wallowing in my grief too long – and it was high time I forgot the tragic events of my past and got on with my life.

Besides, she could not go alone, so would I be good enough to escort her?

The moment we entered, Vandana was whisked away to the dance-floor by one of those young desperate bachelors, who are present in every such party.

I didn’t mind it at all.

In fact, I felt relieved for I was in no mood to dance.

I still had not forgotten the day when fate had cruelly snatched away my beloved Rajashree from my life.

I picked up a glass of whisky from the bar and took up a strong tactical position with my back to the wall from where I could watch the entrance, the dance-floor and all the happenings at the ball in a discreet manner without being observed.

I saw her almost at once.

Her snow-white dress, unusual and eye-catching in the sea of sober blacks and grays, skin-tight, hip-hugging.

She was only about ten feet away, but she had her back to me, and I did no more than register a general approval.

Then she turned, and I saw her face.

And the impact was so overwhelming that I heard myself gasp…!!!

She turned further, and looked at me – her gaze focusing directly at me.

And for just that fraction of a second I thought that it was all a bad dream – for there was my very own Rajashree herself – right in front of me…!!!

The same big dancing eyes, set in the same way, in the same rather small face.

The same high cheekbones.

The same habit of lifting the chin with the head slightly thrown back.

It was only for a fraction of a second, of course.

Then – I began to see the difference.

She was slightly taller than Rajashree.

The big eyes had no gray in them.

Not even a hint of the greenish gray.

Her eyes were pure brown.

And her complexion was that infinitesimal different.

The texture or her hair.

Wavy.

Almost identical.

But just that slight difference.

I was staring at her brazenly, with undisguised directness – maybe – even too rudely.

At first – she realized that I was looking at her.

Then – she accepted the fact of being looked at.

And finally – she began to look at me in return.

Then – she smiled at the frank admiration in my eyes.

I must have been so engrossed marveling at the object of my attention – that I hadn’t sensed Vandana come by my side silently and curiously observing the goings on with interest.

Embarrassed, I tried to change my focus, and look elsewhere.

“Dance over?” I asked.

“That Pongo! He thought he was on a parade ground! Stepped on my toes. I walked out…” Vandana paused, and asked, “What were you up to?”

“Nothing. Just having a drink.”

“Vivek,” Vandana said.” You’ve got this delightful habit.”

“What habit?”

“You look at a woman in an insistent suggestive sort of way which is worth a hundred compliments.”

“No,” I protested, blushing terribly.

“Come on, Vivek,” Vandana said taking my arm. “I’ve even seen you looking at me like that. Eyeing me blatantly, yearningly, almost hungrily. So many times. Giving me those canny looks when you thought I wasn’t noticing.”

I felt ashamed.

I felt ashamed of having eyed Vandana.

Now I felt embarrassed at having eyed that woman in the snow-white dress.

So openly.

Staring at her.

Brazenly.

As if I was in a trance.

She was still standing there.

“Why don’t you ask her for a dance?” Vandana said.

“Who?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

“You know who…!!!” Vandana said, gesturing at the woman, “Her…!!! The object of your attention – or rather – the object of your “affection”. The woman in white…!!!”

“No,” I said.

“Why not?” Vandana persisted.

“I am very sentimental, Vandana. I cry easily,” I said, paused for a moment, and then I said, “If she refuses me, I’ll be shattered.”

“But why should she refuse you, Vivek? It’s New Year’s Eve. And she has come here to dance.” Vandana asked.

“I don’t know. I’m scared. I don’t have the guts to go and ask her.”

“I think you’re really cute, Vivek. And handsome. Let’s us dance. Just both of us. Forget her. Think of me instead!”

But – I could not forget her.

The woman in white.

And – I could not forget Rajashree.

My late wife.

And – I could not forget the striking similarity and resemblance.

I cannot begin to describe my emotion as I danced with Vandana – with the woman in white mesmerizing me in my mind’s eye.

But as we danced, I must have pulled Vandana close, my mind elsewhere.

For when the lights went out to ring in the New Year, I found Vandana tightly embracing me.

And kissing me passionately.

I kissed her back.

For who can resist a full-blooded kiss of a passionate woman in the prime of her life.

On New Year’s day, I got up early in the morning, put on my track suit for my customary jog down to Sims Park.

The air was so pure that I could easily discern that familiar fruity whiff of perfume even at a distance.

It was her!

The woman of my dreams…!!!

Sporting Rajashree’s favourite perfume.

The woman in white…!!!

Now she was wearing jeans, jacket and black leather gloves and walking briskly down the slope in the direction of Coonoor.

I discreetly followed her.

All the way down to the railway station.

The morning passenger train to Ooty was already standing on the platform.

She sat right in front, facing forward in the first car.

I sat diagonally opposite, but way behind, in order to get a good view but remain undetected.

She got down at Lovedale, the station just before Ooty.

And as she walked across the platform I noticed several things which had not struck me the New Year’s Eve party.

The resemblance to Rajashree was still startling.

But she was younger than I had thought – may be 25, at the most 27 – whereas Rajashree had been 33.

One year ago.

When the cruel hand of fate snatched her away from me.

And now – this woman who had come into my life so suddenly – was also walking away.

I felt an instant urge to jump off the train and rush towards her – but I restrained myself.

And suddenly – the train started moving towards Ooty.

When I returned home to Coonoor in the evening – I found Vandana waiting for me.

She seemed livid – yes – Vandana looked very angry.

“Happy New Year…!!!” I said.

“I thought you wished me quite eloquently at the stroke of midnight…!!!” Vandana said full of sarcasm, “Have you gone crazy? Gallivanting around whole day like a zombie. In your track suit?”

I flushed in embarrassment.

“It’s good she didn’t notice you…” Vandana said, “You almost jeopardized our mission.”

“Our mission?” I said incredulously.

“I’ll explain,” Vandana said.

“Have you put me under surveillance?” I asked angrily.

“You better pull up your socks, Vivek Mathur,” Vandana said patronizingly, “You didn’t even notice me sitting right behind you in the train.”

I was stunned speechless.

Vandana had followed me in the train all the way to Ooty and I hadn’t even noticed her.

“And many mercies,” she added as an after thought, “for not getting down at Lovedale and making an ass yourself.”

“She looks like Rajashree – my late wife,” I said sheepishly.

“I know. That’s why we’ve chosen you for the assignment,” Vandana said matter-of-factly.

“Assignment?” I asked dumbfounded.

“It’s time to return where you really belong, Vivek. Into the wilderness of mirrors,” Vandana said, softly taking my hand, “One year is too long a time to be in mourning.”

My profession is a solitary one, whose sine qua non is the power of anonymity.

And that’s what we were checking out six days later, on the 6th of January, at 5 in the evening as I stood on MG Road in Bangalore watching her entering Gangaram’s – a three storeyed bookshop – one of my favorite bookstores.

It was the crucial test of anonymity.

If I passed, I got the assignment.

Suppose she recognized me – it was curtains as far as this career was concerned.

And then – I would have no choice but to return to my boring teaching job.

I entered, walked briskly up the steps, and stepped into the bookstore.

There she was.

Browsing.

I went across and picked up a book.

She looked up.

Our eyes met.

I felt a tremor of trepidation.

For a moment I was anxious, lest she recognize me.

But – she nonchalantly put the book she was holding back on the shelf.

And then – she casually walked away.

No trace of recognition…!!!

I felt relieved.

Or did I?

Maybe my anxiety had, in reality, been hope.

Hope that somehow she would recognize me and my assignment would be revoked by circumstance.

I followed her into the stationery and greeting cards section on the third floor.

“I want a Valentine’s Day Card…” I heard her ask, “something very special. Exclusive. Custom-made.”

“Yes, madam,” the sales girl said, “I’ll take you to the manager.”

A windfall!

What luck!

A custom-made Valentine’s Day Card.

I knew I had the case all wrapped up.

The case?

The mission.

The assignment.

Oh yes!

Let me tell you all about it.

Plainly but precisely.

The way a good soldier recalls a battle.

Not to win.

Not to lose.

Just the facts – the simple truth.

It started as a simple inquiry – a pre-matrimonial investigation.

That’s what Vandana had told me.

Rita Rao.

The girl in white.

The girl who looks like my late wife Rajashree.

She was clean.

They gave her a clean chit.

So – our client went to her father with a marriage proposal.

Rita Rao’s father was delighted.

Both the boy and the girl were only children – I mean the only child of their respective parents.

Scions of flourishing business families.

An ideal marriage.

It made business-sense too.

But Rita Rao refuses.

Rita Rao says that she won’t go in for an arranged marriage with our client Jayant.

That’s his name.

Rita says that she’ll marry the man she loves.

“Who?” asks her father.

“I don’t know,” she tells her father.

There are at least two, maybe three prospective candidates she has in mind.

But she can’t decide.

She needs time.

“Okay,” says her doting father Mr. Rao, “You decide by Valentine’s Day. Or else – I’ll announce your engagement to Mr. Jayant on the 15th of February.”

Rita Rao agrees.

Unbelievable, but true.

Those are the ways of the rich…!!!

Our client Mr. Jayant is furious with Vandana:

“You told me she’s clean. I want you to find out everything about her. I want his name. The man she intends marrying. Fast. At any cost. Don’t worry about expenses.”

“You’ll get the name, Mr. Jayant. By Valentine’s Day – the 14th of February,” Vandana assures our client.

So – I shave off my beard – and I begin shadowing and tailing Rita Rao.

“I knew she won’t recognize you,” Vandana said, as we ordered a late evening ‘tiffin’ in our favorite restaurant on MG Road, “You know the amount of dough Jayant is going to pay for this assignment, isn’t it? It is enough to last a lifetime.”

“And then?” I ventured.

“And then we go off to Seychelles for a holiday. The two of us – just you and me. The cool breeze, the pristine blue waters, the silver beaches and just the both of us,” she smiled, with a far-away look in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean us,” I said softly. “Suppose we tell our client the name of Rita Rao’s ‘Valentine’ – what will he do? I don’t understand why is he paying so much money just to know a name?”

“Don’t delve too deeply!” Vandana’s voice trailed off, as I noticed Rita Rao entering the restaurant.

A man got up and walked toward her.

The sight of Rita Rao clearly gave him great joy, for he was beaming with pleasure.

“It’s not him,” Vandana said.

“Why not?”

“Can’t you see? “They love each other – but they are not in love with each other”…!!!”

“Like us?”

“No, Vivek. There’s slight difference. You love me. But I am in love with you.”

I took Vandana’s hand – slipping my five fingers in between hers – and I said to her: “I’ll try.”

And try I did – as we cuddled very close that evening watching a romantic movie sitting in the corner seats of the movie theatre.

For the next few days we did everything possible – surveillance, bugging – but there was no clue.

Except one.

Just one small clue.

On the 31st of January, Rita Rao collected her custom-made Valentine’s Day Card and headed straight back to her bungalow in her Tea Estate near Ooty.

And then – she holed up there incommunicado.

Finally – on the 12th of February – Vandana’s ‘Greetings Telegram’ arrived.

The handwriting of the postman on the telegram was barely legible:

“Happy Birthday. See you on 14th of February at the Flower Show. Love. Valentine.”

I smiled to myself.

Vandana had signed off as ‘Valentine’ – her code-word for this mission.

I realized how much Vandana loved me.

I’d made her wait long enough.

Now – I’d seal it.

On Valentine’s Day.

At last it was Valentine’s Day.

14 February – the fourteenth day of February.

The Ooty Flower Show at the Botanical Gardens.

Celebrating the festival of lovers.

The mating season of birds.

The magnificent display of roses.

And Vandana beside me.

I had waited for this moment.

And now that the moment had come – I did not know what to do with it…!!!

I put my hand inside my overcoat and nervously gripped the diamond necklace wrapped around a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

And while taking it out I mumbled:

“Vandana, thanks for the birthday greetings telegram.”

“What telegram? I did not send you any telegram” Vandana said, with genuine surprise in her eyes.

I froze.

My mind went blank.

I stood flummoxed, holding the necklace in my hand, frozen, not knowing what to do.

Someone was tapping my back.

I turned around.

And I was stunned by what I saw in front of me.

I stood dumbstruck, shell-shocked, mesmerized – like a Zombie.

It was Rita Rao.

She was holding out the beautifully engraved Valentine Card in her hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…” she seemed to be saying with her dancing eyes.

Instinctively – I gave her the diamond necklace wrapped around the bouquet of red roses – and – I could see the glow of love in her eyes.

Then – I turned towards Vandana.

She quickly plucked out a yellow rose and gave it to me.

There were tears in Vandana’s eyes as she said to me:

“Take my car. The tickets are in the dashboard. Coimbatore to Mumbai – and – Mumbai to Seychelles…!!!”

Then Vandana she held out the keys – looked at both of us – and said:

“Hey, Lovebirds – Happy Valentine’s Day…!!!”

The officer at Mumbai Airport opened the passport – he saw the photo inside – and then – he had a good look at Rita.

Thumbing through the pages of Rajashree’s well-worn passport, he asked: “Rajashree Mathur?”

“Yes,” Rita answered boldly.

He stamped our passports, gave them back to us and said:

“Have a nice holiday Mr. & Mrs. Mathur. Seychelles is wonderful place.”

VIKRAM KARVE

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Single But Not Sorry

February 14, 2018

SINGLE BUT NOT SORRY

Short Fiction Story – A Romance By Vikram Karve 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve:  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/dinner-date-in-auckland.html

DINNER DATE in AUCKLAND

Part 1

DINNER DATE (with my “Girlfriend” at a Pub near CBD Auckland)

“Why can’t people understand that I don’t want to get married…” my “girlfriend” said.

“What happened…?” I asked her.

“It’s my mother again – now – she has found a “Boy” for me over here…”

“Here…? In New Zealand…?”

“Yes – last year – when I was on vacation in India – I escaped seeing “Boys” saying that I had decided to settle down permanently in New Zealand – and – I was unwilling to relocate from Auckland – so now – they have found a “Boy” for me out here…”

“Oh…”

“I just don’t understand why my parents are so desperate to get me married…”

“You are 30 now – you are already past what is considered “marriageable age” in India…”

“But – I don’t want to get married – so – how does my age matter…? What difference does it make whether I am past “marriageable age” or not – when I want to remain “single” all my life…?”

“Well – in India – parents feel it is their duty to get their daughters married…”

“That was okay in the past – when girls were not financially independent – but today – things are different – in fact – I am sure I earn much more than most “Boys” of my age…”

“I don’t think your parents feel that way. Maybe your parents feel that now that you are 30 years old – it is high time that you should “settle down” in life…”

“But – I have already settled down in life – haven’t I…? I have a good job with excellent career prospects – I have my own house in the best inner city suburb of Auckland – I have my own car – I have everything I need…”

“That may be so – but – probably – your parents feel that you need a husband – and – getting married will complete your life…”

“Well – I feel “complete” already – so – there is no place for anyone else in my life – I don’t need anyone – I have got everything…”

“Everything…? Are you sure…? What about…”

She interrupts me – and she says to me:

“Please – let’s not discuss that – but – let me tell you that I can easily get enough of sex – to satisfy my needs – whenever I want…”

“I meant “companionship”…”

“I get plenty of “companionship” at work – in fact – a bit too much – you know the job I do – I have to spend the whole day interacting by people – colleagues, customers, clients – I get so fed up that I just want to be alone at home to enjoy my “self-time”…”

“I meant “friendship” – friends…”

“Friends…? You are there – aren’t you…? You are my “BFF” – aren’t you…? Whenever I want to relax over a drink – or – if I feel like going on a drive – or – if I want to get something off my chest – I call you – and you come to me immediately – like you have come now…”

“Yes – I am always there for you – but – don’t you want to have more friends…?”

“Actually – out here in Auckland – one doesn’t need many friends – I like the social culture out here in New Zealand – where they respect your privacy…”

“You never had any friends out here…? Even when you were studying at the University…?”

“Of course I did. But – those days were different. Now – I like my solitude…”

“Yes – I have seen that. Nowadays – you like to be alone in your spare time…”

“In fact – now – you are my only friend. I like you because you are the only one who doesn’t indulge in “matchmaking” and try to get me married off. Sadly – most Indian “Expats” out here are doing “matchmaking” all the time – they keep hounding me to get married – they keep searching for suitable “matches” – finding all sorts of “Boys” for me…”

“Well – you can’t blame them – can you…? They may have travelled a long distance from India – migrated – and settled down over here in New Zealand – but – their mindset hasn’t changed. They may be physically here – in a modern country – but culturally – in their minds – they still carry old-fashioned Indian values. That’s why they feel – that it is unusual – for a girl to remain unmarried – once she crosses 30 years of age…”

“Well – I am “happy and single” – I am living my life to the fullest – I live on my own terms – and I don’t want anyone worrying about my marriage – not even my parents – and certainly not these Indian “expats” out here…”

“Don’t pay too much attention to them – but – remember – that – like your parents – their intentions are good…”

“Well – I don’t care about their intentions – but – they hassle me with all their “matrimonial talk” and comments about my living a single life – that’s why I have dumped everyone – except you – because you are the only one who accepts me as I am. Yes – you are the only one that I consider as my true friend – because you don’t have any “good intentions” to end my “spinstership” and get me married off…”

“Hey – your glass is empty – should I get you some more beer…?” I ask her.

“No – I’ll go home now…” she says.

“Why so early…? It’s Friday night – and it’s only 7 o’clock…”

“I have to go home. But – you wait here…”

“Me…? Wait here…? Why should I wait here all alone…?”

“Because I want you to speak to the “Boy” – and – you will tell him that I don’t want to get married…”

“What…? You want me to speak to the “Boy”…?”

“Don’t you remember what I told you…? My parents have found a “Boy” for me over here…”

“Oh yes – you told me – but – I almost forgot. So – your parents have found a “Boy” for you over here in New Zealand. Who is the “Boy”…?”

“You will see the “Boy” in a few minutes…”

“What…? Is he coming here to meet you…?”

“Yes – I have called him here in this pub at 8 o’clock – for dinner. But now – he can have the “dinner date” with you – instead of me…”

“Who is the guy…? Does he live here in Auckland…? Maybe I know him…”

“No. You don’t know him. He was working in Christchurch. He took up a job in Auckland only last week. I don’t know what my parents told his parents – and what high hopes they raised in him – because – from the way he talked to me on phone – it seems that he is taking things for granted. I only hope he hasn’t relocated to Auckland in anticipation of getting married to me – because – if he has fancy ideas about getting married to me – he is going to get the shock of his life – when you tell him – that I am not interested in marriage…”

“Oh – so that is why you called me here – to do your dirty work. You want me to meet the “Boy” and tell him the bad news that you are not interested in marriage…”

“Yes. That’s what good friends are for – aren’t they…?” she said.

“But – I don’t even know him…” I said.

“Here – I am sending you his picture and name on your mobile phone…” she said.

The moment I received the picture of the “Boy” on my mobile phone – I looked at it – and I saw that he was quite a smart guy.

Suddenly – my “girlfriend” said to me:

“Okay – I’ll go now – you enjoy your “dinner-date” with the “Boy” – and – you please call me up in the morning and tell me what happened…”

“Okay. Bye. Take Care…” I said to her.

“Bye…” she said to me.

Then – my “girlfriend” kissed me on the cheek – and – she walked towards door of the pub.

Part 2

NEXT DAY – MORNING (at my Home in Auckland)

Next morning – I called my “girlfriend” – and – I told her that the “mission” had been accomplished.

“What happened…?”  my “girlfriend” asked me.

“I told the “Boy” that you were not interested in marriage – I told him that you wanted to remain “single” all your life…” I said to her.

“So…? What was his reaction…?”

“He looked crestfallen…”

“Really…?”

“And – do you know what he asked me…?”

“What…?”

“He asked me whether you were a lesbian…”

“Oh My God…!!! So – what did you say…?”

“I kept quiet. I let him draw his own conclusions. Maybe – it will be a “consolation” to him – if he feels that the reason why you “rejected” him is because you are a lesbian…”

“You are a terribly wicked fellow…” my “girlfriend” said to me, naughtily.

“You owe me a treat…” I said to her.

“Of course I’ll  give you a treat – wherever you want. You call me in the evening – and you tell me the place and time – and – I’ll be there. Okay –  Bye – Take Care…” my “girlfriend” said to me – and she disconnected.

I sat quietly – deep in thought.

After some time – I called up my mother in India – and – I said to my mother:

“Mother – you can start looking for a suitable bride for me…”

“Bride…? You want me to search for a bride for you…? What happened to that “girl” over there in Auckland…? The girl you are dating – your “girlfriend” – you said that you wanted to marry her. Weren’t you supposed to meet her last evening…?” my mother said.

“Yes. I met her last evening…”

“What happened…? Did you talk about marriage…? Did you propose to her…?”

“We talked about marriage – but – I didn’t propose to her…”

“Why…? What happened…? Did you have a fight…? Is there some problem with her…? Did you break up with her…?”

“No – No – Mother – nothing like that at all – we are still good friends – but – she doesn’t want to get married – that’s all…”

“She doesn’t want to get married to you…? Why…? Why doesn’t she want to get married to you…?”

“It’s not me. She doesn’t want to get married to anyone – she prefers to remain “single” – that’s all…”

“She wants to remain unmarried…? She wants to remain “single” all her life…? Strange girl…!!!”

“Mother – you forget about her. I am coming to India for a month during my Christmas Vacations. Please have some good “girls” lined up for me to “see”. I want to get married to some nice “back home type” girl…” I said to my mother.

“Don’t worry – you’ll get the best of girls to select from…” my mother said, “You are a “prime catch” in the “marriage market” – you are a “most eligible bachelor” – and that too – you are so smart and handsome –  and so well settled in New Zealand – excellent job, your own house, plenty of money – there will be so many good girls dying for the opportunity to go to Auckland and settle down in that lovely place…”

Part 3

AFTERWORD

Well – my “girlfriend” – who wanted to remain “happily single” – maybe she had “Gamophobia” (Fear of Marriage).

She was “single but not sorry” 

But – as far as I was concerned – I surely had “Anuptaphobia” (Fear of Staying Single).

Yes – I certainly did not want to remain a “chronic bachelor” for all my life.

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/2017/02/dinner-date-in-auckland.html

This is an updated and abridged repost of my story GAMOPHOBIA written by me Vikram Karve more than 6 months ago in December 2016 and posted by me online in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve Blog on Friday, December 2, 2016 and revised/reposted on February 3, 2017 and later in my other blogs too at urls:

https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/07/09/dinner-date-with-my-girlfriend-at-a-pub-in-auckland/

https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/02/03/immigration-dating-romance-marriage/

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/12/gamophobia-fear-of-marriage.html

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/dinner-date-in-auckland.html

Can You Leave the Army after Joining…? Vikram Karve shared his answer on Quora with you

February 13, 2018

Can any person leave the army after joining…?

Answer by Vikram Karve 👇

https://www.quora.com/Can-any-person-leave-the-army-after-joining/answer/Vikram-Karve?share=3fd0b459&srid=5Hkq

Use of Google History in Criminal Justice

February 12, 2018

Check out this story from the NZ Herald

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http://nzh.tw/11992884

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Google History used to catch a Crime Accused

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