PDA – Public Display of Affection

January 22, 2020

CABARET IN PARIS

During our visit to Europe two years ago – we – my “Better Half” and Me – we saw an enthralling “French Can Can” cabaret called Paradis à la Folie at Paradis Latin in Paris.

The place was jampacked.

We were lucky to get excellent seats – and we – my “Better Half” and Me – we sat next to each other.

When were seated in the restaurant – before the start of the cabaret show – a lady photographer asked us whether we would like to take some pictures as a memory of our visit to Paradis Latin.

The “package” comprised 5 pictures.

For the first picture – we were required to hold (clink) our champagne glasses together and smile.

My “Better Half” was okay with this – as long as I kept a resonable distance between us.

For the second picture – the lady photographer asked me to hug my “Better Half”.

As I hugged my “Better Half” – I could sense that she was feeling uncomfortable.

Next – for the third picture – we were asked to hold each other tight – and rub our cheeks together.

I responded enthusiastically – but my “Better Half” was desperately trying to wriggle away from me – she seemed to feeling very awkward and embarrassed – and – the way she was trying to free herself from my “clutches” – this indicated that she was feeling distinctly uncomfortable and extremely uneasy.

However – the third “romantic” photo was successfully clicked – though the expression of my “Better Half” is quite hilarious.

For the fourth picture – I was supposed to kiss my “Better Half” on the cheek.

When I tried to do so – my “Better Half” violently pushed me away.

She seemed furious at my attempts at “Public Display of Affection” – albeit – just for a photo.

My “Better Half” was looking at me so angrily – that I could not even dare to attempt to kiss her on the lips – as was required for the fifth picture.

The lady photographer had a big laugh at my “predicament” – and she gave us a discount – since she could click only 3 out of the 5 “romantic” pictures.

Later – my “Better Half” scolded me for my attempts at “Public Display of Affection” – and that too – when some people in the restaurant were a part of our tour group – who seemed to be eagerly watching us.

(Of course – my “Better Half” thoroughly enjoyed the the Paradis Latin Cabaret Show – which was a most beautiful, artistic and enjoyable cabaret – 90 minutes of enthralling entertainment – marvelous mesmerizing French Can Can dances with captivating music, dazzling costumes and incredible choreography)

Coming to my “Better Half” – her distaste for Public Display of Affection reminds me of this story I had written some years ago…

PDA – “Public Display of Affection”

A Love Story by Vikram Karve

PROLOGUE

A few days ago – while crossing a busy road I caught my wife’s hand – with the intention of helping her cross the road safely.

“Why are you holding my hand in public…?” my wife scolded me – and – she pulled away her hand.

My “Better Half” seemed furious at my “indecent” act of holding her hand in full view of the public.

So – I said to my wife:

“I am sorry – I just wanted to help you cross the road…”

My wife admonished me:

“Am I a small child or something…? I can cross the road myself. You behave yourself – especially in public…”

The same thing happened on our recent tour of Europe.

Whenever I tried to hold my wife while posing for photos – my wife would try to wriggle away – scolding me not to hold her.

Zero “Public Display of Affection” – that is the story of our “romance”.

Dear Reader – for your information – we have been married for more than 37 years.

(my wife and I got married on 30 May 1982)

Yes, Dear Reader – my “Better Half” and I – we have completed more than 37 years of married life.

But – there is no question of “Public Display of Affection” aka PDA.

(There’s hardly any “Private Display of Affection” either – but – that’s another story)

Hey – Dear Reader – I am digressing – so – let me come back to the incident where my “Better Half” scolded me for holding her hand in public.

Well – this incident reminded me of a “Public Display of Affection” story that happened many years ago – during my delightful early Navy days…

STORY OF THE “LOVEY DOVEY” COUPLE

A Case of “Public Display of Affection” aka “PDA”

Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve

My first unforgettable memory of Public Display of Affection (PDA) was around 43 years ago – in the late 1970’s – during my early days in the Navy.

There was a young newly married couple who just could not take their hands off each other.

A Naval Officer is not permitted to get married before the age of 25.

But in this case – the Navy had made an exception.

In a rare gesture – the Navy had shown “compassion” for “passion”.

It was a whirlwind romance – and parental opposition had necessitated a quick “hush-hush” wedding – and the Navy was presented with a fait accompli – when a young Under-Trainee Sub Lieutenant got married without without permission and reported for duty along with his newly-wedded wife.

The young Sub Lieutenant bluntly stated that he was prepared to quit the Navy for the sake of his “Lady Love”.

So – permission was granted as an exceptional case – and the young couple was allowed to stay in the Wardroom (Officers Mess).

They were allotted a cabin in the old barrack where married officers awaiting allocation of proper married quarters lived temporarily.

The newly married husband and wife were passionately in love.

Their fervent love was visible to one and all – because the handsome husband – and his beautiful wife – demonstrated their obsessive affection for each other quite explicitly in public in a most uninhibited manner.

Dear Reader – please remember – this was the conservative India of the 1970’s – and this brazen Public Display of Affection (PDA) was happening in a remote cantonment – in full view of sailors and their families – who were mostly from rural areas – and had rather conservative values.

Now – in the orthodox and conformist environment of a cantonment – an officer and his wife indulging in such titillating physical Public Display Of Affection (PDA) was viewed as scandalous conduct.

The officer was warned to mend his ways.

The wife was “counselled” by ladies.

But – there was no effect.

In fact – the “advice” seemed to have the opposite effect.

The young “lovey-dovey” couple continued their amorous “PDA” with much greater ardour and passion – which seemed to be attaining new heights.

One evening they were observed kissing and “making out” in the dark corners of the base cinema hall – with their hands all over each other – when the lights suddenly came on.

Next morning – the “lovey-dovey” officer was read the “riot act” – and threatened with disciplinary action if he did not mend his ways.

“We will throw the book at you…” he was warned.

“We will charge you with Section 53 (indecent behaviour) and Section 54 (conduct unbecoming the character of an officer) of the Navy Act…” they threatened him.

But despite all this – there was no salutary effect on the officer and his wife – who continued their brazen PDA with increasing passion.

Soon everyone turned a blind eye to the PDA – because all realized that the officer and his wife were madly in love with each other.

The officer completed his training a few months later – and was transferred to a ship based at Mumbai.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief – in a cosmopolitan place like Mumbai – PDA was no big deal – even the Navy in Mumbai had a progressive culture as compared to other places.

3 YEARS LATER

I saw the officer three years later at an official function.

He looked like a ghost of his earlier self – as if he had gone through a serious bout of illness.

When I commented on his emaciated appearance – someone said to me:

“Don’t you know what a terrible tragedy the poor chap has gone through…? He has been through a most acrimonious and nasty divorce – and the distressing marital discord and bitter divorce has taken a big toll on his health.”

“Divorce…?” I was stunned.

I could never imagine that such a “lovey-dovey couple” who publicly demonstrated their intense love for each other would ever get divorced.

I still remembered their extremely sensual, passionate, amorous and highly romantic Public Display of Affection (PDA).

How could a husband and wife who were so passionately in love with each other suddenly get divorced…?

It did not make sense.

The couple had been so much in love – that they did not hesitate to publicly display their affection for each other despite societal disapproval – how could they get divorced…?

I just could not understand this inexplicable paradox.

20 YEARS LATER

Twenty years later – I once again met the officer – this time at an airport.

He told me that he had quit the Navy – and he had taken up a job in the corporate sector.

There was a lady standing next to him along with two children.

He introduced his wife and children.

So – he had got remarried.

Looking at his kids – I estimated that he must have got remarried around 10 years ago.

I remembered the officer and his first wife – the “lovey-dovey couple” – and their passionate, unrestrained and uninhibited Public Display of Affection (PDA).

But – now – there appeared to be a sea change in his demeanor with his new wife.

There was absolutely no Public Display of Affection (PDA) between him and his new wife.

In fact – from the way they were conducting themselves in public – it did not even appear that they were husband and wife.

What an irony…?

The “lovey-dovey” marriage with PDA – it broke up within one year.

The “loveless” marriage without PDA – it lasted for more than 10 years

And – it looked like this second marriage would last forever.

I still cannot fathom the paradox.

A relationship with “100% PDA” is fragile.

But – a relationship with “Zero PDA” is durable.

Such are the mysteries of marriage, romance, love, dating and relationships.

VIKRAM KARVE

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  2. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story 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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This is a Revised Version of My Story PDA – PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION posted online by me Vikram Karve earlier in this blog on 21 Jan 2015 and 04 Aug 2015 and 06 Oct 2015 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/01/pda-public-display-of-affection.htmland http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/08/humor-in-uniform-public-display-of.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/10/lovey-dovey-couple.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/07/humor-in-uniform-pda-public-display-of.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/public-display-of-affection-pda.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/11/14/pda-public-display-of-affection/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/01/08/do-you-like-public-display-of-affection-aka-pda/etc

Have you tasted a Sweet Chilli…?

January 22, 2020

HAVE YOU TASTED A SWEET CHILLI (also spelt “Chili” or “Chilly”) aka Hirvee Mirchi

Musings of a Veteran By Vikram Karve

Part 1

“MIRCHI” SYNDROME (Waiting for the Sweet Chilli…)

On his first visit to India – a rich merchant saw a man selling a small green fruit which he had never seen before.

The merchant was hungry.

The luscious green fruit looked so fresh and appetizing.

The merchant was tempted and curious – so he asked the vendor:

“What is this green fruit…?”

Hirvee Mirchi. Hari Mirch. These are chillies – fresh green chillies…” said the hawker.

The merchant held out a gold coin.

The vendor was so overjoyed that he gave the merchant the full basket of chillies.

The merchant sat down under a tree.

Then he started to munch on the chillies – eating the green chillies one by one.

Within a few seconds his tongue was on fire – his mouth was burning – and tears streamed down his cheeks.

But despite this discomfort – the merchant went on eating the chillies – chewing them one by one – scrutinizing each chilli carefully before he put the piquant hot green chilli into his burning mouth.

Seeing the merchant’s condition – a passerby remarked:

“What’s wrong with you…? Why don’t you stop eating those spicy hot chillies…?”

The Merchant answered:

“Maybe out of all these Chillies – there is one Chilli that is Sweet – I am waiting for the Sweet Chilli.”

MORAL OF THE STORY

In this story– the “chilli” is a metaphor for anything that is harmful or detrimental to you.

In your life – a “chilli” can represent an unsatisfying career, a harmful habit, uncongenial people or a strained relationship.

Do you continue to pursue unrewarding things and toxic relationships – hoping for some reward at the end?

Do you keep eating “chillies” – waiting for a “sweet chilli”…?

Remember – there is no “sweet chilli”.

So is there any point to cling onto painful relationships and harmful things in vain hope of discovering a “sweet chilli”…?

Instead of clinging on – is it not better to let go of all detrimental and damaging things in your life and move on in life…?

Is there any point in clinging on to suffocating inharmonious relationships…?

Is there any point in persisting with an unrewarding career…?

Is there any point holding on to dud stocks and worthless investments…?

Is there any point in continuing harmful activities and unhealthy habits…?

Is there any point in pursuing all sorts of infructuous, incompatible, negative, deteriorating, dissipating and dead-end situations in life…?

Instead of clinging on to these negative things – isn’t it better to let go of all these detrimental damaging things in your life – and move on in life…?

Or – do you believe in keeping on eating “hot chillies” – hoping and endlessly waiting for the “sweet chilli” – when you very well know that a “sweet chilli” does not exist…?

Part 2

“PAISA VASOOL” MINDSET (Getting Your “Money’s Worth”…)

Despite not finding a “sweet chilli” – and guessing from his experience that there was no likelihood of him finding a “sweet chilli” – the merchant kept on eating the green chillies.

The merchant’s tongue was on fire – his mouth was burning – and tears streamed down his cheeks – but despite this suffering – the merchant continued eating the chillies.

On his way back – the same passerby noticed that the merchant’s condition had become miserable.

The merchant’s face was red with agony – and copious tears were pouring out of his burning eyes.

But the merchant kept on eating the chillies – in his search for the ‘sweet chilli’.

Seeing the terrible condition of the merchant – the passerby shouted at the merchant:

“Stop at once – or you will die. There are no “sweet chillies”. Haven’t you realized this by now…? Look at the basket – it is almost empty. And have you found even one “sweet chilli” as yet…? ”

The merchant croaked in agony:

“I cannot stop eating these chillies – until I eat all the chillies. I have to finish the whole basketful of chillies. I have paid for the full basket – and I will make sure I get my full money’s worth by eating all the chillies.”

And so – the merchant continued eating the chillies despite his suffering till he had finished eating all the chillies in the entire basket – and finally – when he finished eating all the chillies – he collapsed in great pain and agony.

Of course – the Merchant never found the “Sweet Chilli” he was hoping for.

MORAL OF THE STORY

Are you a “Paisa Vasool” type – who will do something painful just because you have paid for it…?

Let me give you example.

Sometimes – you order a dish at a restaurant.

The dish tastes terrible – but you insist on eating the entire dish just because you have paid for it.

You join a course – say Engineering or Medicine.

Within a few days you realize that you are not enjoying studying Engineering/Medicine.

But – just because you have paid fees for the course – you suffer the entire course and become an Engineer/Doctor.

And then – you suffer your entire life because you are in the “wrong” profession.

I have seen this “Mirchi” Syndrome and “Paisa Vasool” Mindset in the Military too.

A boy joins the National Defence Academy (NDA) as a cadet.

Within a few days he realizes that – for him – military life is like eating “hot chillies” – but – instead of quitting NDA and taking up a vocation that suits him – due to the “Mirchi” Syndrome – the cadet continues “eating chillies” – in the vain hope of discovering a “sweet chilli”.

Many years later (after eating “hot chillies” year after year) – he realizes that there are no “sweet chillies” in military life – but by now – he is afflicted by the “Paisa Vasool” Mindset – and he continues suffering in the military till he completes his pensionable service (to get his “Paisa Vasool”) – little realizing that – he cannot get back the prime years of his life he has spent in an unhappy profession.

Would it not have been better for him to quit NDA the moment he realizes he is not suited for military life – and change over to a civilian profession that suits him better.

It is this “Mirchi” Syndrome and “Paisa Vasool” Mindset that makes cling on to unsatisfying careers, dud worthless investments, harmful habits, uncongenial people and strained relationships – even when your inner voice tells you to let go and move on in life…

Rather than hold on to useless dud stocks – is not better to “book your losses” – and get out before your stocks become totally worthless and you go financially “kaput”…?

Why cling on to an unrewarding job till you become bitter and useless…?

Sometimes – a relationship is so demoralized by distrust that it is better to terminate it – and put an end to the relationship and break up – rather than make futile attempts to patch up – and continue searching in vain and suffering in pain waiting for the elusive “sweet chilli”.

We know some things are not good for us – and we should let go of these things.

But we continue to persist.

First – we hope to find the “sweet chilli”.

And then – in that hope – we keep “eating chillies” – and we keep on suffering pain.

This is the “Mirchi” Syndrome

At some point in time – we discover that there is no “sweet chilli”.

But – due to our “Paisa Vasool” Mindset – we still continue to shackle ourselves to painful people, strained relationships, harmful habits, negative careers, loss-making investments and detrimental things – when we should let go, move on, liberate ourselves and be happy.

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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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/08/mirchi-syndrome-and-paisa-vasool-mindset.html

This is an extract from my lecture notes on Technology Management written by me more than 25 years ago in the 1990s and posted online a number of times on my various blogs including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2008/05/sweet-chilli.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/12/sweet-chilli-mirchi-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/08/wisdom-in-wit-and-humor-story-of-sweet.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/04/mirchi-syndrome-and-paisa-vasool-mindset.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/04/have-you-eaten-sweet-chilli.html etc

For Elderly Military Veterans : Department of Geriatrics in Military Hospitals

January 21, 2020

Sharing a useful post from a Veterans Forum

FROM FACEBOOK – AIR FORCE ASSOCIATION – INDIA

Department of Geriatrics: Fall Risk Assessment

The Military Hospitals in the country will soon have dedicated departments for the elders where all health issues of our senior Veterans would be specifically attended to.

The First such department has been recently established at the Army Hospital Khadki in Pune. This department is co-located in the ECHS building and the senior beneficiaries would be able to easily avail of the service at this Department of Geriatrics.

The Service Doctors have realized that if the elders are counseled in-time and are motivated to change their lifestyle, a lot of their health issues can be prevented. The emphasis, therefore, will be in helping the seniors to avoid falling sick, using far too many medicines, and their trying out a combination of different medicinal system regimes which can prove harmful and result in hospital admissions and ICU care. Such admissions not only result in unnecessary trauma to the seniors but also lead to the outgo of scarce funds to the outside hospitals.

One major issue that the seniors suffer from is in falling and sustaining traumatic injuries. The Department of Geriatrics has recently acquired a highly sophisticated digital device that defines the fall risk of a senior citizen. The device, smaller than a telephone charger, is carried in a pouch tied to both the legs. A walk of about ten steps and back can show instantaneous results and define the Fall Risk as Medium or High. The attending physician then advises the Family to take the required precautions for the safety of the elder.

This preventive diagnosis is revolutionary in the medical world and the Services are the first organization to have acquired it for the treatment of our senior veterans. This will not only save the elders from hurting themselves through a fall but will also obviate the trauma to them which invariably follows a fall and broken bones. Hospital admission is never devoid of secondary infections and these steps will reduce emergencies and resultant admissions to empaneled hospitals.

The AFA wishes all the success to the newly established Department of Geriatrics at Army Hospital, Khadki, Pune. We hope that elders in large numbers are able to have their Fall Risk assessed so that they can avoid hurting themselves and are able to lead a healthier life.

The Lady with an Identity

January 21, 2020

THE LADY WITH AN IDENTITY

Story from My Navy Days

Memoir By Vikram Karve

This happened in the 1970’s – around 43 years ago – when I reported to a frontline warship – a Frigate – my first ship – as a young Sub-Lieutenant.

I reported to the warship in Mumbai – and – in the evening – there was a party in the ship’s wardroom.

(Wardroom is a Navy Officers Mess)

Ladies had also been invited to the party – so – all the “lady wives” of the married officers were present for the party.

Navy Social Etiquette requires that a “Gentleman (Officer) is always introduced to a Lady…”

So – the PMC took me to the ladies – and – he introduced me to the ladies.

In response – the ladies started introducing themselves to me.

“Hello – I am Mrs. “AAA” – the Captain’s wife…”

“Hello – I am Mrs. “BBB” – the Commander’s wife…”

“Hello – I am Mrs. “CCC” – the Engineer-Officer’s wife…”

And – all the ladies introduced themselves accordingly – stating their husband’s name and rank/appointment.

Suddenly – one young lady introduced herself differently:

“Hi – I am Dr. “XXX” – I am a Lecturer at “YYY” College – I teach English Literature…”

I was impressed.

She did not mention her husband’s rank or appointment –  she just stated who she was.

Here was a lady who had an identity of her own – she did not need the “crutches” of her husband’s military rank/appointment.

PS: 

This story happened around 43 years ago in the 1970’s.

Those days “military wives” derived their identity from their husband’s military rank. 

So – it was unique to see a “military wife” asserting her own identity.

Nowadays – with the proliferation of “career wives” in the defence services – most “military wives” have their own independent identity – and many wives prefer to retain their maiden names rather than suffix their husband’s surname. 

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story was written by me in April 2017 and Posted Online earlier by me Vikram Karve in  my Blog under the title INTRODUCTIONS TO LADIES at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/04/introductions-to-ladies.html

Also posted by me in my wiriting blog at url: https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/04/15/lady-with-an-identity/

Pune – Down Memory Lane – Movie Town Pune

January 21, 2020

The advent and proliferation of Multiplex Cinemas totally changed the Movie Watching Experience. 

A few days ago – on one of my rare visits to a Multiplex Cinema in a Mall to see a Movie – while I sat in the Food Court – I remembered my nostalgic days of the 1960s/1970s (50/60 years ago) when Pune was a Movie Town – and the memoir I had written around 10 years ago on my film watching experiences as a young boy in Pune

Dear Reader: Here is the memoir…

MOVIE TOWN PUNE

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. I am told that even Netflix etc don’t have old classic movies.

All this reminds 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…

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 Cinema Theatre 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 Cinema 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 Theatre 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 Paathlag,  Jaga Chya Pathivar  and  Amhi Jato Amucha Gavi  in the 1960s with my grandparents in these cinemas.

Though PRABHAT Talkies 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 – though the cinema theatre is still going strong.

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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This a revised and abridged version of my story MOVIE TOWN PUNE written by me around 10 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 and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/04/20/ etc

Do you want a “makeover”…?

January 21, 2020

Are you heading to a beauty parlour/salon for a “makeover”…?

Read this story…

STORY OF THE EXOTIC GOAT

(A Fable By Vikram Karve)

Once there lived a Goat.

Yes – this story is about a“Goat”.

He was an ordinary looking Goat – who lived wild and free in the mountains.

One day while grazing in the forest – the goat saw a Giraffe– and – the goat said to himself:

“I wish my neck was as long as the giraffe…”

Lo and Behold…!!!

The goat’s neck suddenly became as long as the giraffe’s.

Delighted that his wish had come true – and – that he could now see far and wide – the goat saw an Eagle flying high in the sky.

“I wish I had wings like that eagle…” wished the goat.

And instantaneously – wings appeared on the goat’s body.

Thrilled – the goat flapped its newly acquired wings – when – the goat suddenly he spotted a Tortoise.

The goat admired the beautiful hard shell of the tortoise – the goat said to himself:

“I wish I had a strong hard invincible body like the shell of the tortoise…”

Instantly – his wish was granted – the goat’s back turned into the shell of a tortoise.

The goat felt ecstatic and impregnable – till he suddenly saw a sleek Cheetah speeding across the horizon running at high speed.

“I wish I had legs like the Cheetah…” the goat wished.

And – miracle of miracles – the goat’s legs immediately became like the Cheetah.

Now the goat was truly overjoyed – and – he was on cloud nine – till he saw the enchanting sight of a beautiful Peacock.

The Peacock – with his majestic feathers – was dancing magnificently.

“I wish I had gorgeous feathers like the Peacock…” the goat wished.

And – in a jiffy – the goat’s wish was granted – and –the goat now had dazzling copious plume of colourful feathers like the Peacock.

Adorned with the Neck of a Giraffe – Wings of an Eagle – Shell of a Tortoise – Legs of a Cheetah – and – Feathers of a Peacock – the Goat felt jubilant, supreme, regal and magnificent.

The goat felt on top of the world – and – the goat strutted around grandiosely in majestic pride.

A Hunter was passing by – and he suddenly saw this unique stunning creature.

The Hunter looked at the marvelous creature.

He could not believe his eyes.

The Hunter stared in fascination and gawked enthralled at the sight before him.

Was this an animal – or – was this a bird – or – was this a reptile…?

What a fantastic creature…!!!

The Hunter was totally mesmerized at this bizarre, exotic and fascinating creature – which he had never seen before.

After looking spellbound at the fantastic “Goat” for some time – the Hunter recovered his wits – and – he decided to capture this exotic priceless gem.

So the Hunter cast his net – and – the Hunter caught the exotic “Goat”.

Then – the Hunter sold the exotic “Goat” – an amazing “never-seen-before” unique “one-of-its-kind” exclusive creature – at an astronomical price – to the Zoo.

Large crowds gathered at the Zoo – and – everyone gaped in awe at this astonishingly exotic creature – fascinated by the awesome sight.

The exotic “Goat” spent the rest of his life in captivity locked up in a cage – weeping and crying.

The exotic “Goat” was filled with agony when he saw some ordinary looking goats wandering freely and eating grass outside the cage.

He looked wistfully at the ordinary goats – his erstwhile fellow brethren.

These ordinary looking goats were wandering about freely and unnoticed in the zoo gardens – while the exotic beautiful goat was locked up in a cage.

The exotic “Goat” wished he too were free to roam around like the ordinary goats.

The exotic “Goat” wondered why the ordinary goats did not recognize him.

Depressed at having lost his freedom – the exotic “Goat” spent the rest of his life in captivity filled with sadness and remorse.

Yes – the carefree goat – thanks to his desire to be someone else – he had become so “exotic” – that he lost his precious freedom – and – the goat had to live the rest of his life in captivity.

MORAL OF THE STORY

To sum up – the moral of the story is:

Be Yourself.

Yes – Be Your Natural Self.

Be Comfortable with Yourself.

Be Happy as you are.

Do not try to be someone else.

Dear Reader:

Do you agree…?

Do comment and let us know your views.

PS: Do remember this story whenever you think of having a “makeover”

VIKRAM KARVE

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The Story of the Exotic Goat First Posted by me Vikram Karvein my blog at 12/20/2010 08:38:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/12/exotic-goat.html and posted by me online a number of times on my various blogs including recently in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/02/beware-of-image-management.html

Law of Triviality

January 21, 2020

I just saw a discussion on Social Media regarding a newly designed uniform.

This reminded me of a story I had written a few years ago on the “Law of Triviality”.

It is amusing to see that the Law of Triviality is still going strong – at least in the Defence Services.

Dear Reader – Read on – about the Law of Triviality

“COSMETIC” CHANGES

Around 5 years ago – sometime in January 2015 to be precise – I was invited to deliver a “guest lecture” at IAT Pune – a prestigious inter-service training institution – now renamed DIAT/MILIT.

I was delighted to meet a Commodore – who I had served with earlier in the Navy.

In fact – this Commodore had been a student of mine at this very same institution around 35 years ago – in the mid 1980’s – when I was his instructor for a Post-Graduate Course he was undergoing.

He was wearing blue combat uniform (No. 10) – instead of the customary Navy whites (Uniform No. 8/8A) – which we normally wore at this institution.

This was quite strange – since – IAT Pune was an Academic Training Institution – which was far removed from combat.

Probably – the only “Combat” happening in IAT – were the internecine “Turf Wars” between the 3 Wings of the Defence Services – and the “Ego Battles” between Senior Officers.

What was even more startling – was the jarring “Golden Star” on the Commodore’s Collar.

I had never seen commissioned Naval Officers wear insignia on their collars – so I was surprised to see the gaudy collar tabs (or “collar dogs”) the Commodore was wearing on his shirt collar.

(Earlier – till the late 1970’s – Master Chief Petty Officers (MCPOs) wore collar insignia – which were subsequently changed to shoulder tabs)

I was – therefore – quite surprised to see a most flashy oversized golden collar tab which looked most garish and totally incongruous on Navy Uniform.

In fact – this ostentatious golden collar star looked most ridiculous and gaudy on blue combat uniform.

When I asked the Commodore about this new piece of jazzy collar accoutrement – he said that golden collar stars for Commodores and Admirals had been recently introduced on the 1st of January 2015 (01 Jan 2015).

I was happy to note that the “LAW OF TRIVIALITY” was still very much in action in the Defence Services.

Instead of tackling the Urgent and Important Complex Operational Problems, Equipment Obsolescence and Human Resource Issues faced by the Navy – the Navy “Top Brass” were busy focusing on “Fashion Design”.

The Top Brass seemed to be obsessed with cosmetic issues like re-designing uniforms rather than more important military matters.

They were devoting their energies to Trivial Issues – like Embellishing, Decorating and adding “Colour” to Military Uniforms – with all types of decorative “insignia” “stars” “badges” “tabs” “emblems” – and gaudy colourful accoutrements to show off their ranks – just like “peacocks” show off their plumage.

(If you have been following the news – a few years ago – you must have seen news reports of a similar obsession with “stars” in the Army – with Generals displaying their “stars” at the most imaginative places – and it seems – this “star virus” has affected the Navy too).

Since Independence – if anything has changed the most in the Defence Services – it is Military Uniforms.

Yes – Uniforms of all the 3 Services – Army, Navy and Air Force – these have been changed/modified many times since Independence.

Yes – the “ornamental” and showy uniforms the Armed Forces wear today bear little resemblance to the simple Soldierly Military Uniforms of the 1950’s.

This increasing penchant for frequently changing uniforms and enhancing ornamentation of military regalia – by introducing new badges/accoutrements/adornments etc – all this bears testimony to the fact that – “The Law of Triviality” – is thriving and proliferating in the Armed Forces.

THE LAW OF TRIVIALITY

A Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve

LAW OF TRIVIALITY

Dear Reader: I am sure you have read a book called PARKINSON’S LAW – and you are familiar with Parkinson’s First Law

“Work expands to fill the time available for its completion”

This law had its genesis in an Analytical Study of the Admiralty (Royal Navy)

Most of us have seen Parkinson’s First Law in operation in the Military and Civilian Bureaucracy.

Parkinson’s First Law comprises Chapter 1 of this book.

As you read on – in Chapter 6 of the book – titled HIGH FINANCE – you will find another interesting law:  THE LAW OF TRIVIALITY

The author describes the goings on in a Finance Committee Meeting.

An Atomic Reactor costing 10 million pounds is cleared immediately without much discussion – because most of the committee members are totally “clueless” about the intricacies and complexities of an Atomic Reactor.

A proposal for a Bicycle Shed costing 350 pounds is hotly debated for more than one hour – and finally – the proposal is “Not Approved” – as most members feel the estimate is too costly.

This is because – everyone can visualize a bicycle shed.

Everybody on the committee has some idea about construction costs of a simple bicycle shed – and the paltry sum of 350 pounds is within everyone’s comprehension.

On the other hand – most of the committee members are totally “clueless” about the intricacies and complexities of an Atomic Reactor – and also – the amount of 10 Million Pounds is beyond their comprehension.

LAW OF TRIVIALITY IN UNIFORM

Haven’t we seen similar things happening in uniform – both at the macro and at the micro levels…?

A sophisticated expensive weapon system – or an extravagant technology project – costing hundreds of crores of rupees – these are sanctioned quickly – without much debate – because – the “powers-that-be” comprising politicians, bureaucrats and “non-technical” generalist senior officers are quite clueless about state-of-the-art technologies.

On the other hand – a comparatively trivial expenditure – like a small monetary allowance to soldiers – or granting of “one rank one pension” (OROP) to ex-servicemen – these are acrimoniously debated and discussed ad nauseum – and in all probability – the “generalists” and “powers-that-be” are reluctant to sanction this comparatively trivial expenditure – because they can clearly understand and comprehend the simple proposals.

Dear Reader – Have you seen some recent examples where some allowances/grants have been reduced – though the financial impact on the exchequer appears miniscule/trivial – as compared to the overall defence budget/expenditure…?

In the first section above – I gave you the example of frequent trivial “cosmetic changes” in military uniforms and ceremonials which are totally unnecessary – since these cosmetic changes in uniforms and ceremonials do not enhance “operational capability” or improve “combat efficiency” in any way.

In the Armed Forces – this “LAW OF TRIVIALITY” can be observed at the “micro level” too.

Take the example of Officers’ Mess General Body Meetings.

The all-important “Financial Balance Sheet” is passed without much discussion.

This is because most military officers are quite clueless about financial matters.

I remember an instance where a junior officer asked some uncomfortable questions about some large expenditures shown in the balance sheet.

He was curtly told to shut up and sit down by the PMC (President Mess Committee).

The PMC admonished the junior officer:

“The Balance Sheet has been audited by a Chartered Accountant (CA).

You are a piddly Lieutenant – and that too – you from from NDA (National Defence Academy).

Do you know more about Accounting and Finance than a bloody CA…?”

The junior officer was forced to shut up.

I have observed the same pattern in many Officers Mess General Body Meetings.

Important issues are disposed off quickly without any discussion – since most senior officers are quite clueless on these subjects.

On the other hand – trivial items of expenditure like increasing daily messing charges – enhancing party shares – purchase of crockery, glassware and flowerpots – which newspapers and magazines to buy for the library – nominal increase in honorarium to mess employees – these are hotly debated issues – since everyone is a “know-it-all” on these matters.

I remember a Mess Meeting where many hours were spent in heated debate on which Flower-Pots to buy for the Officers Mess – but items worth lakhs of rupees were approved without a murmur.

If you have served in the Armed Forces or Civil Services – I am sure you have seen the “LAW OF TRIVIALITY” operating everywhere.

In personal life too – we gullibly buy a house costing crores of rupees – without due diligence.

We impulsively purchase expensive jewellery and electronic items costing lakhs of rupees.

We spend huge amounts of money on ostentatious events like weddings and give lavish parties without a second thought.

But –we haggle with the vegetable vendor for a few rupees.

Dear Reader:

Have you observed the LAW OF TRIVIALITY in action in your organisation and personal life…?

Do tell us about your hilarious experiences.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This article is a revised version of my blog post LAW OF TRIVIALITYPosted by me Vikram Karveat 6/12/2014 12:49:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/06/law-of-triviality.htmland revised and reposted at url:http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/03/humor-in-uniform-law-of-triviality.html

Arranged Marriage “Interview” – The First Question

January 20, 2020

Have you had an “arranged marriage”…?

Do you remember the first question you asked your prospective spouse on your “Arranged Marriage Date” aka “Matrimonial Interview”…?

Here is a story of an Arranged Marriage Date.

This happened many years ago in early 1982.

Please read the story carefully – because – there is a quiz question at the end…

ARRANGED MARRIAGE DATE aka MATRIMONIAL INTERVIEW

A Story by Vikram Karve 

Pune – Circa 1982

It was a typical “Arranged Marriage Date”.

Yes – a “Boy Girl Seeing Kande-Pohe Ceremony” in Pune…(aka “Matrimonial Interview”)

The very first question the Boy asked the Girl was:

“Do you drink Liquor – do you Booze…?”

The Girl was shocked.

(Remember – this story happened many years ago in 1982 – when girls were not as “liberated” as today – and – alcohol was taboo for middle-class girls of the conservative middle-class society of Pune)

So – the Girl was shocked when the Boy asked her this question right in the beginning:

“Do you drink liquor – do you booze…?”

She had not expected this to be the very first question from the Boy.

Also – she had not “rehearsed” for this question.

But – the Girl recovered her wits.

And – the Girl said truthfully to the Boy:

“No – I do not drink liquor – in fact – I have never touched alcohol in my life…”

“That is good…” the Boy said.

The Girl was curious to know why the Boy had asked this question right in the beginning.

Maybe – the Boy was a strict teetotaller who never touched alcohol.

So – the curious Girl asked the Boy:

“Please tell me – why did you ask me this question whether I drink alcohol – and that too – right in the beginning…?”

The Boy looked at the Girl and he said to her:

“Ha Ha Ha…

I asked you whether you drink – because I drink heavily. 

Yes – I am a “drunkard”.

I am a heavy drinker – and – I love alcohol. 

So – if you drink alcohol too – and – we both are “drunkards” – that will be terrible – isn’t it…? 

We do not want to be a husband-wife team of “drunkards” in the house – do we…? 

Just imagine – how disastrous it will be for our children – if both the father and the mother are “drunkards”…!!!”

After speaking these words of wisdom – the Boy smiled at the Girl.

The Girl was amazed by this logic.

The Girl smiled at the Boy.

She seemed rather amused.

Then – the Girl asked the Boy:

“Can I ask you a Question…?”

“Sure – you can ask me anything you want…” the Boy said.

“Do you know how to cook…?” the Girl asked the Boy.

“Yes – I know how to cook – in fact – I can cook quite well…” the Boy said.

“That is good…” the Girl said.

On hearing this the Boy asked the Girl:

“That is good…? What do you mean by “that is good”…? Why did you ask me whether I know how to cook…?” 

The Girl looked at the Boy – and – she said to the Boy:

“Because – I do not know how to cook – and – it will be a total disaster – if our children have to starve – because both of us don’t know how to cook – isn’t it…?”

This Boy and Girl are “happily” married for more than 37 years now.

The Boy quit drinking alcohol long back.

Yes – the Boy gave up drinking more than 18 years ago (in the year 2002).

And – the “drunkard” Boy is now a strict teetotaller who does not touch even a drop of alcohol.

But:

The Girl still does not know how to cook.

Yes, the girl still can’t cook.

Dear Reader:

Can you guess who are the Boy and the Girl…?

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is an abridged and updated version on my story posted online earlier in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on March 27, 2015 at url:http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/03/humor-in-marriage-mutual-compatibility.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/05/arranged-marriage-date-aka-matrimonial.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/09/dating-guide-matrimonial-arranged.html and https://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/arranged-marriage-date-aka-matrimonial.html etc

A Romantic Food Date

January 20, 2020

A ROMANTIC FOOD DATE

Fiction Story By Vikram Karve

My mobile phone gave a notification sound.

It was a “WhatsApp” Message from my wife:

“Call when you are free…”

I called my wife immediately.

“Is your “date” over…?” my wife asked me.

“No. She has gone to the washroom…” I said.

“I saw the pictures on Facebook. She seems very beautiful…” my wife said.

“Yes. She is much more beautiful in real life than in her pictures…” I said.

“Why did you take her to that Biryani joint…?” my wife said, “you should have treated her to a lavish lunch in a 5-Star hotel…”

“She insisted on going there…” I said, “she is a Biryani lover and wanted to eat “authentic” Biryani…”

“Did she like the Biryani…?” my wife asked.

“Yes…” I said, “she loved the Biryani – and the Kebabs too…”

“That’s good…” my wife said, “what are your plans now…?”

“I’ll drop her home…” I said.

“It’s only 2 o’clock. Take her shopping to the mall, or for a movie – or – the monsoon weather is so lovely – why don’t you take her for a “romantic” drive to some picturesque place – Tamhini, Sinhagad, Lonavala – and enjoy the sunset view together. Ask her what she wants to do…” my wife said.

“Thanks…” I said to my wife, “I’ll ask her…”

“By the way – I really liked the “selfie” you took with her…” my wife said.

“You liked the “selfie” – I am so happy to hear that. I am still learning how to take good “selfies”. I had to hold her really tight and close while taking this one…” I said.

“Yes…” my wife said, “tight and close – quite an intimate “selfie”…!!!”

Suddenly – I saw that my “date” had come out of the washroom and was walking towards me.

“She is coming…” I said to my wife.

“Okay. All the Best with your “date”…” my wife said and disconnected the phone.

As my “date” came closer – I was surprised to see that she was giving me an “angry” look.

I smiled to greet her – but – she did not smile back at me.

Instead – she seemed to become even more livid.

She did not sit down – but remained standing.

So – I rose from my seat.

“Are you crazy…?” my “date” shouted at me.

“Why…? What happened…?” I said, surprised.

“Why have you uploaded our pictures all over the Social Media…?” she said angrily.

“The photos were so good…” I said.

“Oh Yes…” she interrupted, “the photos are “too good” – especially that “selfie” where you seem to be rubbing your cheeks on mine…”

“You didn’t like our “selfie”…?” I asked.

“Well – my sister-in-law has certainly “liked” it…” she said with sarcasm in her voice.

“Sister-in-Law…?” I asked.

“My husband’s sister – who hates me…” my “date” said.

“Oh…” I mumbled.

“And – by now – I am sure my bitchy sister-in-law has shared that “selfie” with everyone – all over the social media…” my “date” said, with anxiety in her voice.

“Oh – she saw it…?” I said, “But your sister-in-law is not my “friend”. How did she see the “selfie”…?”

“Because you “tagged” me – you fool. And – my sister-in-law is my “friend” on Facebook. Why the hell did you “tag” me…?” she said.

“I thought…” I mumbled.

“You should have asked my permission…” she said, angrily.

“I asked you before taking the “selfie”…” I said.

“I thought you are taking it as remembrance – for our private viewing…” she said, “I never imagined that you would publicly share our pictures with the whole world on the social media…”

“I am sorry if I have annoyed you…” I said to her, “Okay. I’ll cheer you up – let’s go on a long drive to some nice place – Tamhini, Sinhagad, Lonavala – wherever you want – and we can see sunset together…”

“Are you mad or something…? Do you think I am going to stay for even a single minute with you after what you have done…?” my “date” said angrily to me.

Suddenly – there was a notification sound on her mobile phone – so – she looked at her phone.

“Oh My God…” she said, “it’s my husband. He wants me to call him urgently.”

“But – it must be midnight over there…” I said.

“I am sure my sister-in-law has shown these pictures to my mother-in-law – especially that scandalous looking “selfie” – and my devious mother-in-law must have called up my husband immediately…” she said.

“Or maybe – he has seen the selfie” on Facebook – or Twitter – or Instagram – all my Social Media Accounts are connected – once I post a picture – it gets shared everywhere …” I said.

“You just shut up…!!! Let me figure out what I should say to my husband…” she said.

“You haven’t told your husband about this “date” with me…?” I said, curious.

“Of Course Not…!” she said, “have you told your wife…?”

“Yes. I tell my wife everything. In fact – she is the one who told me to ask you out for a “date” after seeing our Tweets, DMs and Facebook Messages to each other…” I said.

“What…? You share private messages with each other…? You people seem to be real weirdos…” she said, scornfully.

“I’ll delete the photos…” I said, contrite.

“It’s too late now – the damage is already done. But still – you please delete all those pictures – especially the “selfie”. I only hope my sister-in-law hasn’t taken a “screenshot”…!!!” she said.

“Okay. I will delete all pictures and status updates of our “date”…” I said, “But – you don’t worry – nothing will happen – if you want – I will talk to your husband – and mother-in-law…” I said.

“Please – you have done “enough” for the day. I am going now. And – I never want to see your face again – so – don’t try to contact me – online or offline. In any case – I am blocking you everywhere…” she said, angrily.

And – she walked away – out of the restaurant.

EPILOGUE

I went home – and – I told me wife everything.

“Don’t feel sad…” my wife said to me, “you have so many friends on the Social Media – we’ll find someone good for your next date…”

“It’s strange…” I said, “she hadn’t told her husband that she was having a “date” with me. Aren’t husbands and wives supposed to tell each other everything…? Don’t I tell you everything…?”

“Everyone is not “You”…” my wife said – and she gave me a loving hug.

VIKRAM KARVE

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The “Prize Catch”

January 18, 2020

Everyone said that he was a “Prize Catch” Marriage Prospect.

“The “Boy” has such excellent character and qualities – he has no faults…” my mother said.

“Yes. Yes. Yes…” I shouted, “He has no faults. That is the reason I don’t want to marry him…”

“You don’t want to marry him just because he has no faults…? What do you mean…?” my mother asked me.

“He is too good to be true…” I said.

Dear Reader:

I did not want to marry the “prize catch” marriage prospect “Boy” because “he was too good to be true”…

I was a fool – wasn’t I…?

Here is the full story…

THE “PRIZE CATCH” MARRIAGE PROSPECT

Fiction Short Story By Vikram Karve

When I returned home from work in the evening – I found everyone waiting for me.

Yes – they were eagerly waiting for me to come home from work – my parents – my elder sister and her husband – my aunty (mother’s sister) and her husband – our neighbors and their daughter – and – of course – our maid – she was eavesdropping as usual for some “hot gossip”…

The moment she saw me – my mother said excitedly to me:

“The Boy’s parents called up in the afternoon – the “Boy” has liked you…”

“I got your SMS…” I said to my mother, rather tersely.

“Actually – I called you immediately to give you the good news – but you didn’t answer the phone – so I sent you the SMS…” my mother said to me.

“I was busy…”

“I thought you would be happy to see the good news – and – I expected you to call back immediately the moment you saw the SMS…”

“Good News…? What “good news”…?”

“The “Boy” has liked you. You will be getting married soon and going to America. Isn’t that “good news”…? Aren’t you “happy”…?”

“What do you mean by: “You will be getting married soon and going to America”…? I hope you haven’t…?” I asked my mother.

“Yes. She has…” my father said, “your mother has told the Boy’s mother that you “like” the “Boy”…”

“What…?” I said, shocked.

“We have even fixed up your marriage…” my mother said.

“When…?”

“Next Sunday…”

“Next Sunday…? That’s just 10 days away…”

“It’s a good Muhurat – that’s what the Boy’s mother said – and – I checked up on the astrological calendar too – a very auspicious day – and – it’s an ideal day and date – it will be convenient for everyone to attend the wedding ceremony on Sunday – and – we were so lucky – even a good “Marriage Hall” was available at such short notice – so – we have booked the hall too…” my mother said, matter-of-factly.

“You did all this on the phone…?” I asked my mother, feeling flabbergasted.

“Yes. The Boy’s parents are in a hurry – the Boy has to go back to America by the end of this month – so we have got just 15 days for the marriage – a quick honeymoon – and then – the moment your “spouse visa” comes – you can join your husband in the US…”

“Spouse Visa…?”

“You are lucky – the Boy is already an American Citizen – so he said that he will arrange everything so that you can get there quickly – so – you keep your passport ready with you in your purse – the Boy is coming to meet you at 6:30…”

“He is coming to meet me at 6:30 PM – that’s just half an hour from now…”

“Yes – we have to do things quickly now – you get ready fast – he is going to take you out for dinner – you both can discuss all your marriage plans, honeymoon, going to America, future life etc…”

“What is wrong with you…? When did I ever say that I want to get married to this “Boy”…?”

“Don’t you “like” the “Boy”…?”

“Did I ever say that I “Liked” the “Boy”…? Did I ever say that I wanted to get married to him…?”

“We assumed…”

“How can you assume such things…? I hardly know him…” I said.

My mother looked at me – and – she said to me:

“First – you two met at the “Kande Pohe” girl-seeing ceremony here. Then – the very next day – you two went out for coffee to get to know each other better. After that – you visited his parents’ house. When I asked you about him – you said to me: “The Boy is Good”… Tell me – didn’t you say: “The Boy is Good”…!!!”

“Yes. The “Boy” may be good – but that doesn’t mean I want to get married to him – and certainly not in such a crashing hurry…” I said.

“I told you – the “Boy” has come to India on a month’s vacation – and – he has to go back to America by the end of the month – so – before that we have to finish off your wedding ceremony – in fact – we have agreed to have just a token engagement ceremony at home due to the shortage of time…” my mother said to me.

“You don’t worry – we will arrange everything – all of us will do all the wedding work – you just have to be present for the wedding ceremonies – that’s all…” my elder sister said.

“Yes – that Wedding Hall is booked – the Menu has been finalized – I have already paid the advance online – we will go there tomorrow morning to finalize the ceremonies and arrangements and tie up the loose ends…” my sister’s husband said.

“We will finish off all the wedding shopping this weekend – you can visit your parlour too – and – by next Sunday – you will be all set for your wedding…” said my aunty (mother’s sister).

“I will get some sample wedding card samples for you to choose from – so – we can give the printing order…” my mother’s sister’s husband said, “you don’t worry – I will handle that end and see that everyone gets invitations in time – I will email them too – and – your father and mother will take you along to invite the very close relatives…”

“Yes – the wedding will happen smoothly – the Boy’s parents are very decent people – they are not insisting on anything. The Boy’s parents said to me: “Whatever you do – we are happy”…” my mother said.

“Okay…” my father said to me, “you go to your room and get ready quickly – the “Boy” will be here in another 20 minutes…”

“And – wear something nice – and do your hair – and touch up your face up a bit also – I’ll come with you and help you get ready for the “Boy”…” my sister said to me.

“Please Please Please Please Please – I am not interested in getting married to this “Boy”…” I shouted, exasperated.

“What…?” everyone said, looking surprised.

“I do not want to get married to this “Boy”…” I said firmly.

“But why…?” my mother asked me.

“I don’t know – but – I don’t want to get married…”

“You are already 27 years old – and – your father is retiring next year…” my mother said.

“You don’t worry – I am financially independent – I will fund my own marriage – I don’t need any money from you…” I said.

“No. No. Your mother didn’t mean it that way…” my father said, “I want you to tell me one thing – is it that – you don’t want to get married at all– or – is it that – you don’t want to get married to this particular “Boy”…?”

“I don’t want to get married to this particular “Boy”…” I said.

“But why…? What’s wrong with this “Boy”…? He is a “perfect match” for you…” my mother said to me.

The moment my mother finished speaking – before I could say anything – my sister said to me:

“Yes – it is such a nice family – and – the “Boy” has such good character – he has no bad habits – he does not smoke – he does not drink – he is a teetotaller – he so well-mannered, polite and soft-spoken – his mother said that he has a very loving and caring nature – he will be best husband for you…”

“Yes – he is so well qualified – IIT – Ivy League University – excellent career – well settled – and he is already an American Citizen too…” my sister’s husband said.

“You are so lucky that the “Boy” has liked you…” my neighbour said, “if I would had got such a “prize catch” NRI boy for my daughter – I would have married off my daughter to him immediately…”

“Then – why don’t you get your daughter married to him…?” I said rudely to my neighbour.

I instantly regretting my words – so – I apologized to my neighbour:

“I am sorry aunty…”

“It’s okay…” my neighbour said, “it’s your nerves speaking – you are nervous at the speed at which things are happening. You go up and relax for some time and think about it in a calm and logical manner. This “Boy” seems really good – so you must not let go of this fantastic opportunity to get married. You may never get such a good boy again – especially at your age…”

Suddenly – everyone started hounding me.

“Yes – the “Boy” is really good…”

“You will regret all your life if you don’t marry him…”

“A perfect match…”

“Yes – so brilliant – so accomplished – so loving…”

“He looks so handsome – so fair – so smart and debonair – what a smart personality – and – he has such an excellent physique…”

“He is intelligent, well-qualified, doing so well in his career…”

“Yes – and he belongs to such an excellent family – so – he is sure to have good upbringing and values…”

“Didn’t you see how polite, soft-spoken and well-mannered he was – and – the way he talked to his parents and to us – he has such a loving and caring nature…”

“He is an ideal husband…”

“You will not find a boy like him – impeccable credentials – brilliant career prospects – and – exceptional qualities – you name it – and – he has it – intellect, character, personality, elegance, handsome looks, social graces – everything perfect – not a single blemish…”

“Yes – the “Boy” has such excellent character and qualities – he has no faults…

Blah…Blah…Blah…”

Hearing all this praise of the “Boy” – it drove me crazy – so – I shouted:

“Yes. Yes. Yes. The “Boy” has no “faults” – that is the reason I don’t want to marry him…”

“You don’t want to marry him just because he has no faults…? What do you mean…?” my mother asked me.

“He is too good to be true…” I said.

“What do you mean “he is too good to be true”…?” my mother asked me.

“I don’t know. But something seems to be wrong…” I said.

“Are you afraid that he may be a “NRI Fraud”…? You don’t worry on that score. We have checked his background thoroughly – he has impeccable credentials…” my sister said to me.

My sister’s husband also “certified” the “Boy”.

“Yes – I have checked up with my NRI friends – one works in the same firm – and another friend lives nearby – and – all of them say that he is an excellent guy…” my sister’s husband said.

“I know his family personally – the Boy’s mother and my mother-in-law are close friends…” my sister said.

(In fact – it was my sister who had suggested this “Boy” to my mother as a suitable husband for me)

“Oh. So – you are worried that if I “reject” the “Boy” – your mother-in-law will get angry with you…?” I said to my sister in quite a nasty tone.

“Of course everyone will be annoyed – we will have plenty of explaining to do. First – mother says “Yes” to the proposal – and now – we will have to make a “U-Turn” and say “No” to the Boy – and all this – just because of your stubborn attitude…” my sister said to me.

“What do you mean by “stubborn attitude”…? I am not going to get married to that “Boy” – just because you want me to get married to him…” I said to my sister.

“But why…? What is wrong with him…?” my sister argued.

“I don’t feel like getting married to him – that’s all…”

“The “Boy” is so good – and – you are already 27…”

“You don’t worry about me – I would rather remain unmarried than marry this “Boy”…”

“You always wanted to go to the US – didn’t you…? You will not get an opportunity like this again – you will become an American Citizen straightaway…”

“Please. Please. Please. I don’t want to marry this “Boy” – and – that is my final decision…” I said.

“Please try to understand – this “Boy” is really a good match for you – this “Boy” is most suitable for you…”

“Stop it – just stop it – you are saying the same things again and again…”

“Please try to think rationally…”

“Rationally…? What is there to think rationally…?”

“Give me one good reason why you don’t want to marry this “Boy”…” my mother said.

“My “inner voice” says so…” I said.

“Inner Voice…?”

“Yes – “inner voice” – “gut instinct” – “sixth sense” – call it what you like…” I said.

“What nonsense…!!!”

“It is not “nonsense”. I always listen to my “inner voice”. I am not saying that the “Boy” is bad – but – I don’t feel comfortable in his presence – he generates “negative vibes” within me…”

“But – you have met him only three times – at the “girl-seeing” ceremony here – then –you two went out for coffee to get to know each other better – and – after that – you visited his parents’ house…”

“So what…? I told you that my “inner voice” tells me that I should not marry that “Boy”…”

“Okay – you get ready – the “Boy” will be here at 6:30 PM. You go out with him – have dinner – spend some time alone with him – talk to him – ask him whatever is bothering you – clear up all your apprehensions by talking to him…”

“I am not going out with that “Boy”. In fact – I do not intend meeting him again…”

“But – what will we tell him…?”

“You fixed up my marriage with him without asking me – didn’t you…? Now – you tell him that the marriage is cancelled…” I said to my mother.

“How can we do that…? It will be a big humiliation…” my mother said, with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you acting so “hoity-toity”…? The “Boy” is a “Prize Catch” – and you should be grateful to me for arranging this match. There were so many girls lined up for him but I made sure that he saw you first. There are hundreds of girls who would jump at the opportunity to marry him…” my sister said.

“Then – let them marry him. I am not interested…” I said.

“You have put us in a very embarrassing situation…” my mother said, “Please change your mind about the “Boy” – at least – you go out with him for dinner…”

“Yes. Yes. You go out with him this evening…” everyone started saying – trying to put pressure on me.

Suddenly – my father intervened – and – he said:

“It is her life – let her decide…”

“What are you saying…?” my mother pleaded with him.

My father turned towards me – and – he said to me:

“You go up to your room and stay there. I will tell the “Boy” about your decision. In fact – I will call up his parents right now and tell them not to send the “Boy” here to our house – that will save him the trip…”

And so – My Marriage to the “Boy” was cancelled.

Everyone was angry with me.

Relations between me and everyone were spoilt forever.

My mother said that the Boy’s parents were very angry – and they insulted my father – when he phoned them to cancel the marriage.

For my mother – my marriage to that “Boy” would have been a “social triumph”.

But now – because of my obstinacy – everything was ruined – and – she thought that she would look like a fool in society.

My father remained silent – but – I could see that he was upset.

My sister stopped speaking to me – she never forgave me for creating a rift between her and her mother-in-law (who was a close friend of the Boy’s mother).

My aunty stopped looking for “Suitable Boys” for me.

Our neighbour told everyone what a big fool I was – and – she prophesied that I would never get married – and she predicted that I would remain a spinster for my entire life.

The “Boy” got married to his “second choice” girl – he had “shortlisted” five girls in just one week – that will give you an idea of how much the “Boy” was in demand – he was a real “prize catch” – who – I had let go…

Sometimes – I too felt pangs of regret – but then – my conscience told me that I had done the right thing – by listening to – my “inner voice” – my “sixth sense” – “gut instinct” – “vibes” – call it what you like – I think you know what I am talking about.

I had sensed something wrong about the “Boy”.

But – I could not put my finger on exactly what was wrong – I had experienced a sense of negative feelings about the “Boy” – negative emotions that I could perceive – but I could not quantify or enumerate.

Yes – I am human.

So – I did feel a pang of regret – that I had spurned a “golden opportunity”.

But – I forgot about the episode in due course of time.

I moved on – and – I got on with my life.

ONE YEAR LATER

Around one year later – a smart girl walked into my office.

I recognized her at once.

She was the “second choice” girl – who had got married to the “Boy” – who I had “rejected”.

How did I know this…?

Simple – I had seen her profile on Facebook.

A few days after “rejecting” the “Boy” – I wondered who he had married.

So – in my curiosity – I surfed the Social Media – and – I had seen pictures of his grand wedding and his new bride (the girl who had taken my place and got married to the “Boy”).

I asked the girl to sit down.

She had come to submit her resume in person for a “walk-in interview”.

As HR Manager – I was supposed to scrutinize her resume – and – take a preliminary interview – and then – if I found her okay – I was to send her for the final interview with our Boss in the next cabin.

I opened the resume folder.

Her surname indicated that she was still married to the “Boy”.

“You are married to “XXX”…?” I asked her. (The Boy’s name was“XXX”…)

“Yes…” she said.

“But – your husband lives in New York – isn’t it…? He is an American Citizen – isn’t he…?”

“How do you know…?”

“Well – you just answer my question…”

“Yes – he is in New York…”

“So – why do you want a job here in Pune…?”

“I have come back…”

“You have come back to India…? Oh. So – has your husband has relocated here to Pune for work…? For how many years…?”

“I have come back alone…” she said, with a slight quiver in her voice.

“Alone…? Why have you come back alone…?” I asked her.

“I’d rather not say – it is personal…” she said.

“Well – you will have to tell me – this is an interview – and – in case you are selected for the job – we will be doing a thorough background check in any case – so – it is best you tell me everything truthfully…” I said firmly.

“I have left my husband – I have applied for divorce – I am not going back to him ever again – I have permanently left him…” she said, choking a bit.

“Oh – what happened – why did you leave him…?” I asked, curious.

“He was a pervert…” she said, with tears appearing in her eyes.

It was cruel of me – but – I pursued the topic – and – I said to her:

“What do you mean he was a “pervert”…? I have met your husband – and – he seemed to be a perfect gentleman…” I said to her.

“Yes – for the outside world – he was a “goody-goody” well-mannered gentleman – but – behind closed doors – he was a cruel depraved “pervert”…” she said.

And then – she broke into tears.

“Oh – so he was a“Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”type personality…?” I said.

She did not answer – because – by now – she had broken down completely – her composure was totally shattered – and – she was crying copiously.

I imagined myself in her position.

I thanked my stars – that – I had listened to my “inner voice” – and – I had not married the “Prize Catch” Boy.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Link to my original posts of this story in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/the-prize-catch-husband.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/05/the-boy-i-did-not-marry.html

This is a revised repost of my story The “PRIZE CATCH” Husband first posted online by me in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on February 16, 2017 at url http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/the-prize-catch-husband.html and in my Writing Blog at url https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/02/16/the-perfect-husband-a-prize-catch/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/the-boy-who-was-too-good-to-be-true/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/missed-match-the-prize-catch-boy-i-did-not-marry/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/05/12/prize-catch/ etc

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