Mysteries of Marital Relationships – THE “MUCH MARRIED” BACHELOR

July 30, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: THE “MUCH MARRIED” BACHELOR.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

THE “MUCH MARRIED” BACHELOR

Since this morning – my wife is away for a few days on an outstation trip for work.

So – I am “Married Yet Single” – and this “Married Bachelor Status” reminded me of this story from my Navy Days…

“BACHELOR BOY” 
Story of The “Much Married” Bachelor
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

If you go to a Defence Officers Mess (or Navy Wardroom) you will find two types of “single” officers:

1. Unmarried Bachelors

2. Married Bachelors

Again – “Married Bachelors” are of two types:

1. “Permanent” Married Bachelors – “in living” officers who are married but are staying away from their wives for some reason like wife’s career, children’s education, marital discord etc – and reside as “single” officers in the Mess.

2. “Temporary” Married Bachelors – married officers who temporarily dine in the Mess because their wives have gone on a vacation or for confinement/delivery of a baby or some ‘back-home-type’ family occasion/commitment.

But – I once met a third type of “married bachelor”.

Yes – the story I am going to tell you is about a rather curious married bachelor I met long back in the Navy.

Let us call him “X”.

This anecdote happened more than 36 years ago – when I was a carefree unmarried bachelor – and I lived in a wonderful officers’ mess with some delightful messmates – most of whom were also “unmarried bachelors” like me.

Now “X” was quite senior to us – and “X” was very much married.

Though “X” was married – he spent every evening with us unmarried bachelors in the officers’ mess.

“X” would arrive in the mess punctually at 7 o’clock in the evening.

He would play billiards with us – then come to the bar and drink with us till closing time – late into the night.

After enjoying the entire evening with us at the officers’ mess – “X” would go home to his wife – almost at midnight.

This was his routine every evening.

We felt sad for his wife.

We felt pity for her – because of the terrible shoddy manner in which her “misogynist” husband “X” treated her.

“X” took his docile wife for granted.

He went out every night to have a good time with the “boys” – while his hapless wife had to spend her lonely evenings at home.

Every evening his devoted wife would dutifully wait for her husband “X” to come back around midnight to have dinner.

This routine went on for months.

Then – suddenly – without any warning – one evening – our friend “X” did not turn up at officers’ mess.

We thought he was probably unwell.

But when he did not come to officers’ mess for three successive evenings – we decided to go to his house and see if things were okay.

When we reached his home – we were taken aback to see “X” sitting all alone in the darkness.

In his hand “X” was nursing a drink – which he did not seem to be enjoying.

“X” seemed to be in a state of melancholy.

We were puzzled by his strange behaviour and we asked “X” what the matter with him was.

We asked him why he had not come to the officers’ mess in the evenings as usual for the past three days.

“X” simply said that his wife had gone to her mother’s place for a few days and he was feeling lonely and miserable.

It was evident that “X” was badly missing his wife.

“If you are feeling lonely and miserable because your wife has gone away – that is all the more reason you should come to the officers’ mess,” we said.

We asked “X” to come with us to the mess and cheer up.

We told him that since he was feeling lonely – spending some time in our company enjoying a few drinks would surely raise his spirits- and this would help him forget his loneliness and cheer him up.

Surprisingly, “X” refused to come to the officers’ mess with us.

“X” sullenly told us that he was not in the mood – and that he wanted to be left alone.

So – we left him alone – to ‘mope and grope’, ‘moan and groan’ and wallow in his loneliness.

For many days – “X” did not come to the officers’ mess.

Then – suddenly – one evening – we found “X” entering the mess promptly at 7 o’clock in the evening.

There was a spring in his step and “X” seemed to be full of good cheer.

“My wife has come back,” he said happily.

“X” looked delighted and was full of good cheer – it was evident that he was very happy that his wife had returned back to him.

And then – like earlier days – “X” thoroughly enjoyed the evening with us in the officers mess – and he staggered back home happily drunk at midnight.

For “X” – it was back to the good old days.

Every evening – the happily married bachelor “X” would arrive at the officers’ mess punctually at 7 PM – and spend his time with us unmarried bachelors – enjoying himself thoroughly till midnight – and then – swaying in high spirits – he would go back home to his beloved wife.

Strange but true – the moment his wife returned – “X” was back to his old “married bachelor” ways – and every evening – punctually at 7 PM – he was seen in the evening at the mess – enjoying himself thoroughly till midnight.

We were puzzled by his strange behaviour.

When his wife was present – “X” seemed to be bored of his married life – so he left his wife behind at home – and he went out to the officers’ mess to enjoy a good time with the “boys”.

But when his wife went away – “X” was filled with misery and despair – and he spent his time brooding alone at home in lonely melancholy – longing for his wife to come back.

And the moment his wife returned back to him – “X” was back to his old ways – leaving his wife all alone at home – while he went off to enjoy his evening at the club with us bachelor boys.

At that time – I never understood this amusing paradox of his marital relationship.

When his wife was away – he stayed at home.

And – when his wife was at home – he spend his evenings outside – leaving his wife all alone at home.

But – when I got married – and – over the years – as I became “much married” – I slowly began to fathom such inexplicable mysteries in marriage relationships.

That is why – even after more than 33 years of married life – I still feel that marriage is a mystery – and every marital relationship is unique in its own way.

So these evenings – when my wife is away for a few days for work – you will find me sitting at home all alone – gloomy – feeling “sad” – ‘moping and groping’ – in lonely melancholy – yearning for my wife.

And – the moment my wife comes back – I will be so filled with happiness – that – I will immediately wear my walking shoes – and – with a smile on my lips – and a spring in my step – I will step out for an enjoyable walk all by myself – leaving my darling wife to ‘hold the fort’ at home. 

VIKRAM KARVE
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This is a revised updated version of my story written by me Vikram Karve in the year 2010 and earlier posted online by me in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on Tuesday, August 13, 2013 – Posted by Vikram Karveat 8/13/2013 11:51:00 AM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201… and re-posted at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

Now Re-Posted by Vikram Karve at 7/30/2015 11:45:00 PM

Wit and Wisdom – THE SUNDIAL – Inspirational Teaching Story

July 30, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: THE SUNDIAL – Inspirational Teaching Story.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

THE SUNDIAL
Inspirational Teaching Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

THE STORY OF THE SUNDIAL

Long ago – there was once a King who cared for his populace.

His kingdom was in an undeveloped part of the world – and the people were very backward. 

The king wanted his people to progress. 

So – the king decided to visit the developed part of the world – to see for himself how he could harness the fruits of development for his people.

During his visit he saw a sundial. 

Curious – he asked the local people what this strange contraption was.

“A sundial is a device that determines the time of day by the position of the Sun. You can tell the time by looking at the shadow cast by the Sun as it shines on the pointer of a sundial. As the sun moves across the sky – the shadow-edge aligns with different hour-lines. Thus – you can tell the time of the day,” they told him,

The King was fascinated as he witnessed the working of sundial.

The next day that he bought the sundial.

The king took the sundial back to his Kingdom.

He had the sundial installed in the town-square of the city as a gift for his people.

The sundial changed the life of the people in the kingdom. 

They began to differentiate parts of the day.

Thanks to the sundial – the people became time-conscious – and started to divide up their time and plan their work accordingly.

In short – they became adept at time management – and became more efficient.

The sundial made the people of that kingdom conscious about the concept of time.

Before the advent of the sundial – they knew only about night and day. 

The populace became more punctual, prompt, orderly, reliable and industrious – thereby producing great wealth – and achieving a high standard of living.

The sundial had enabled them to realize the importance of the adroit use of time – which resulted in great prosperity for the people of the kingdom.

One day – the king died.

After giving their king a grand funeral – his devoted subjects gathered together in the town-square to decide how they could pay a fitting tribute to their beloved king.

When they enumerated the king’s achievements – they all thought of the Sundial – which their benevolent king had gifted them long back.

They looked at the magnificent sundial installed in the town-square.

The Sundial symbolized the king’s generosity and love towards his people.

The Sundial which was the main reason for their prosperity and success.

So – as a fitting tribute to their departed king – the citizens decided to build a grand temple with a golden cupola around the Sundial.

Yes – the people unanimously decided to build a fabulous temple – with a beautiful golden dome to adorn the sundial. 

Everyone thought that this magnificent temple adoring the sundial would be a fitting honour to the departed king – since the sundial was the best gift he had given them.

Soon the awe-inspiring temple – with a dazzling golden dome – was built around the sundial.

But – when the magnificent temple was built – and the imposing golden cupola soared above the sundial – the rays of the sun could no longer reach the gnomon of the sundial.

Yes – since the sundial was now completely covered by the magnificent temple with its impressive golden dome – the sun’s rays could not reach the sundial – and the shadow disappeared.

Now – the covered sundial did not work since its shadow had vanished. 

It was the shadow which had told the time to the citizens of the kingdom – and now there was no shadow to indicate the time of the day.

Now – since the sundial did not work – the citizens could not discern the time of the day – and they started losing their sense of punctuality and promptness.

Deprived of their standard of time – they forgot about the importance of time and time management. 

Soon – the citizens of the kingdom soon reverted back to their old ways – and started adopting their erstwhile disorganized laid-back lifestyle of the pre-sundial days.

It was just a matter of time before their prosperity dissipated away – and the kingdom collapsed.


MORAL OF THE STORY

The metaphor of the Sundial Story is relevant in so many aspects of life.

When you communicate – imagine that the person talking is the sun – and the person listening is the sundial – and the temple represents the barriers to communication. 

In marriage – the seamless relationship between husband (Sun) and wife (Sundial) can be encumbered by “obstructions” like your parents, in-laws, children – or intangibles like – ego – mindsets – attitudes – social mores – or – the baggage of the past.

If you look at our education system – the Teacher (Sun) is not allowed to illuminate the Students (Sundial) – because of the Education System (Obstruction). 

Let me elaborate on this example.

Imagine that the Sun is a Teacher and the Sundial is the Student.

If you allow the Sun (Teacher) to seamlessly illuminate the Sundial (Student) – then the best learning will take place. 

But if you put a barrier or obstruction between the teacher and student (like covering the sundial with a structure of temple and dome) – this can badly impede the learning process. 

This “obstacle” can be the “education system”, the “administrative hierarchy”, the “rules, regulations and red tape”, the “academic environment” in the particular place – anything which is detrimental to seamless teaching and effective learning. 

I have experienced this phenomenon during my teaching days.

I have also experienced this many times in my career – when I was hindered from delivering my best – because of the sundial metaphor.

You can see examples of this “Sundial Phenomenon” everywhere – especially at your workplace – hindering inter-personal relationships – and acting as a barrier to effective communication.

Even within your internal self – there can be taboos, hang-ups, phobias, complexes, values and beliefs – which act as internal “impediments” – and inhibit you from realizing your full potential.

Apart from red tape, rules and regulations – sometimes – things like Rituals, Customs and Traditions, Cultural and Societal Pressures can also be akin to the “cupola dome” between “Sun” and “Sundial” – and hamper your aspirations.

If you observe carefully – you will see this metaphor of the sundial in all aspects of life. 

Indeed this sundial phenomenon is prevalent in all aspects of management – especially relationship management – both in inter-personal and intra-personal relationships. 

Remember the story of the sundial – and think about this phenomenon – and how it will affect seamless communication when you are thinking of outsourcing customer relationship management or consumer care or any process via ITES or BPO.

Sometimes – these “temples” you build to cover your “sundials” – may be well-meaning with good intentions.

It is for you to ensure that you do not build “temples” around “sundials” – you must let the “sun” shine brightly and unhindered on your “sundial”.

And – it is for the powers-that-be to ensure that they do not “build temples” around “sundials” – which act as a barriers to efficiency and progress.

We must let the “sun” shine brightly and unhindered on the “sundial”.

Think about the Sundial Story – let the metaphors perambulate in your mind – look around – and apply the allegory to your real life – and try to make sure that you remove barriers – and let the “sun” shine brightly and unhindered on the “sundial”. 

VIKRAM KARVE
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Classic Wildlife Adventure Film – HATARI – My Favorite John Wayne Movie

July 28, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: Movie Memories – HATARI.

Humor in Uniform – The “Killjoy” Commodore who ordered me “Not to Enjoy Parties”

July 24, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: Humor in Uniform – How “Not to Enjoy Parties”.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

HOW “NOT TO ENJOY PARTIES”
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Part 1: THE COMMODORE’S “BOTTLE” – YOU WILL NOT ENJOY PARTIES

“You will attend all parties – but you will not enjoy them,” the Commodore ordered me.

I was stumped.

I had read the inimitable war novel CATCH 22 – in which there was an amusing anecdote where a Colonel orders all Officers to attend USO entertainment shows which have been organized to raise morale of the officers fighting the war.

But the combat weary officers are least interested in watching these boring USO shows – the officers just want to survive the war – complete their missions – and go home.

So – in a role reversal – as per directives of higher-ups who have arranged these USO Troupes – the Colonel orders all Officers to attend these USO shows in full strength in order to keep up the morale of the artists of the USO troupes.

Addressing all officers, the Colonel says: “…these people are your guests…they have travelled over three thousand miles to entertain you. How will they feel if nobody wants to go out and watch them? What’s going to happen to their morale?… I want every one of you who isn’t sick enough to be in a hospital to go to that USO show right now and have a good time, and that’s an order.”

Here – the Colonel was ordering his officers to “enjoy a boring event” like the USO show.

But in my case – it was the exact reverse – the Commodore was ordering me “not to enjoy parties”.

And – I thoroughly enjoyed attending the wonderful parties we had in the services.

So – I was totally baffled when the Commodore ordered me to stop enjoying parties. 

This story happened 30 years ago – when I was posted to IAT Pune – which was an inter-service training establishment.

My boss was a Commodore from a landlubber branch.

He was the PMC – and I was the Secretary of the Officers’ Mess.

A Naval Officer is supposed to be a “Jack of all Trades but Master of One”

So – in addition to your professional “tradecraft” (your primary duty in which you are supposed to be a “Master”) – in the Navy – you are given a lot of “bum jobs” (euphemistically called “secondary duties”) which you are supposed to perform to the best of your ability.

One of the “bum jobs” I enjoyed was organizing parties.

There were plenty of parties those days – at least one a week – and I thoroughly enjoyed these parties – till one morning the Commodore summoned me to his office and said: “I have been observing you for some time now – and I have observed that you enjoy parties.”

“Of course I enjoy parties, Sir,” I said, “I thought parties are meant to be enjoyed.”

“You are the first chap to arrive – and the last chap to leave…” the Commodore said.

“Sir – I am the Mess Secretary – that is why I arrive well in time – and leave after winding up the party…?”

“But there is no need for you to enjoy yourself so much…”

“Sir – what’s your problem if I enjoy myself at parties – what are parties meant for – to enjoy – or to be gloomy…”

“Don’t give me bullshit – last evening there was a Chief – a CinC – and so many senior officers and their wives – and you were drinking away, eating away – and you were laughing away in high spirits – and I was getting so nervous…” the Commodore said.

“Nervous? Sir, why were you nervous? I thought the party was a grand success…” I said.

“What do you mean ‘grand success’…? I was on the tenterhooks – especially when you were in full form with that “Queen of Sheba’ game you have every time – there were so many VIPs around and anything could have gone wrong – and you were totally in high spirits – laughing loudly and having a good time and prolonging the party – and I was getting all stressed out waiting for the party to end…” the Commodore said.

“Come on, Sir – why do you get so stressed out at parties..?”

“Don’t you understand? I am the PMC – if there is a slightest faux pas – the Admiral will write me off… ” the Commodore paused for a moment, and said, “But you don’t seem to be bothered about me – you just drink up and enjoy yourself in your carefree wild style as if it is the last day of your life…”

“Okay, Sir – I will not attend any parties from now on…” I said.

“How can you not attend parties? You are the mess secretary.”

“Sir – it is obvious that you are not happy with me – so why not get a mess secretary who you like…”

“Who says that I am not happy with you as a mess secretary? You are a good mess secretary. You organize parties very well. My only problem is that you enjoy yourself at parties…” the Commodore said.

“So – what do you want me to do, Sir…?”

“You will organize all parties – you will attend all parties – but you will not enjoy them,” the Commodore ordered me.


Part 2: TETE-A-TETE WITH THE COMMODORE’S VIVACIOUS WIFE

Next morning – while walking on East Street – I suddenly met the Commodore’s vivacious wife.

She was an accomplished career woman and she had a distinct identity of her own – unlike most “fauji” wives those days – whose only identity was their husband’s rank.

“Good Morning, Ma’am,” I wished her.

“Hi – what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I have to come to Command Hospital,” I said.

“Anything wrong?” she asked.

“No – for my annual medical exam – I gave my blood etc in the morning – I will collect the report at 12:30 – see the specialist – and go back by the 1:30 bus. Till then – I thought I’ll pass some time loafing on Main Street,” I said.

“Oh – I was feeling hungry – so I just came out for a bite. Why don’t you join me?” she said.

“Sure – would love to – where shall we go – Burger King…?”

“I was thinking of the same place…” she said.

We sat in ‘Burger King’ – waiting for our Burgers.

“I must say – I really enjoyed Sunday’s party,” she said.

“But your ‘killjoy’ husband doesn’t think so…” I said.

“Ha Ha – ‘Killjoy’…” she laughed – and then she said, “What happened…?”

I told her the whole story.

“I know,” she said, “He gets very tense – he even tells me to be formal and sober – you know he is in promotion zone – and with so many senior officers coming here – he is nervous that even one small mistake may affect his prospects…”

“Just imagine – he has ordered me not to enjoy parties…” I said.

“Why don’t you teach him how to enjoy parties?” she said, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.


Part 3: COMMODORE ENJOYS THE PARTY

It was a grand affair – the Navy Day Party – and I was determined to ensure that my Commodore enjoyed the party thoroughly.

I could see that he was hugely tensed up – so the first thing I had to do was to loosen him up.

The moment the Commodore welcomed the Chief Guest – I sent across two drinks – a Rum/Pani (which was the Chief Guest’s usual drink) and a large 3-finger “Patiala Peg” of Whisky/Soda for our Commodore.

My instructions to the Stewards were clear – as far as the Commodore was concerned – “let whisky flow freely but keep water/soda scarce”.

“Sir – why don’t you just say that you want him make drunk?” the Chief Steward said.

“Drunk…? How dare you say that…? Don’t you know that in the Navy: ‘Officers never get drunk – they only feel nice’… only sailors get drunk…” I admonished the Chief Steward.

“Aye Aye, Sir – I will make sure that the Commodore feels very ‘nice’…” the Chief Steward assured me.

The stewards were veterans at their job – the Commodore was given stiff “three finger pegs” of whisky in quick succession – and the moment he picked up his glass, it was topped with soda, and the soda was quickly taken out of sight.

Now the Commodore had to choose one of the two options:

1. Either he could leave the coveted inner circle of Senior Officers by excusing himself from the “VIP” and walk all the way to the bar to get soda or water.

2. Or he could continue to be in close company with the “VIPs” and keep sipping his drink.

Obviously, the careerist Commodore chose the second option.

And – after a few sips – his palate would get used to the strong drink of whisky.

I had expected the Commodore to start feeling “nice” after an hour or so – but I was surprised to see that hardly within a few minutes, the Commodore was feeling “happy”.

In fact – I did not realize it at that time – but I had badly misjudged his alcohol tolerance level – the way he was swinging after just 2 or 3 pegs – it looked like the Commodore had a liver the size of an ant’s liver.

I was happy to see that the Commodore was thoroughly enjoying the party – and there was absolutely no stress or tension was visible on his face.

His wife was looking at him in a curious way – and even the “VIP” guests seemed quite amused at seeing the normally prosaic Commodore in full form – dancing, joking, and even flirting with the ladies.

A few more drinks “down the hatch” – and he was unsteady on his feet – and cracking bawdy jokes – and suddenly – the Commodore’s wife was at my side, and she said, “I told you to teach him how to enjoy parties – not become the source of enjoyment for others…”

“Ma’am – I did not know he had such less drinking capacity…”

“How much has he had to drink…?”

“Not much – maybe about 3-4 large pegs – about half a bottle…”

“Half a bottle…?” the Commodore’s wife said, looking aghast, “He can’t even stand two small pegs…”

“I am sorry…”

“It’s okay – just be around him and see that he doesn’t make a fool of himself in front of the bigwigs…” she said.

But – I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that the bigwigs seemed mighty impressed by the Commodore’s antics…

“I have never seen you so happy and cheerful,” the Admiral said to the Commodore, “normally you are so serious and morose – it’s great to see you letting your hair down and enjoying yourself.”

To cut a long story short – the party was a great success.

And after that party was over, the Commodore insisted on “one for the road” – again and again – and he literally had to be “carried home”.

At the next party – I saw that the Commodore had a glass of juice in his hand.

The Commodore was not even drinking his customary “small” whisky with plenty of soda.

“You enjoy – okay – you enjoy the party…” he said to me.

The Commodore’s vivacious wife smiled at me.

She looked at the glass of juice in her husband’s hand – and she gave me a canny look.

VIKRAM KARVE
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How to Choose a Career without Falling into the “Monkey Trap”

July 24, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: BEWARE OF THE “MONKEY TRAP”.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
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MONKEY TRAP
Fiction Short Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Whenever I see ambitious people burning themselves out at work in the rat race for “success” – I remember this story I wrote more than 21 years ago – in the early part of the year 1994

This story was written for children (and adults too).

Dear Reader: Do read the story and tell me if you think it is relevant today. 

And if you do feel this story is relevant – please ask your kids to read the story too…

MONKEY TRAP  a story by VIKRAM KARVE for children (and adults too)

“What are we doing tomorrow?” I asked my uncle.

“Let’s catch some monkeys,” he said.

“Monkeys?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes,” my uncle said and smiled,” And if you catch one you can take him home as a pet.”

“A monkey! As a pet?” I asked in astonishment.

“Why not?” my uncle said.

“But monkeys? Aren’t they dangerous?” I asked.

“The monkeys here are quite small and very cute. And once you train them, they become very friendly and obedient – ideal pets.”

And so, next morning, at the crack of dawn we sailed off from Haddo Wharf in Port Blair in a large motorboat. 

Soon we were crossing the Duncan Passage, moving due south; the densely forested Little Andaman Island to our right, the sea calm like a mirror.

I began to feel seasick, so I stood on the foc’sle deck, right at the front end sea-sick, enjoying the refreshing sea-spray, occasionally tasting my salty lips.

I looked in admiration, almost in awe, at uncle who stood rock-steady on the bridge, truly a majestic figure. He signaled to me and I rushed up to the bridge.

“Vijay, it’s time to prepare the Monkey Traps,” he said.

“Monkey-Traps?” I asked confused.

“Tito will show you,” he said. “You must learn to make them yourself.”

Tito, my uncle’s odd-job-man, was sitting on the deck, seaman’s knife in hand, amidst a heap of green coconuts. 

He punctured a coconut, put it to his lips, drank the coconut water, and then began scooping out a small hollow.

I took out my seaman’s knife and joined in enthusiastically with the other coconuts. The coconut water tasted sweet.

“Keep the hole small,” my uncle shouted over my shoulder, “and hollow the coconut well.”

“But how will we catch monkeys with this?” I asked.

“You will see in the evening,” he said. “Now get on with the job.”

We reached a densely forested island at five in the evening. 

It was almost dark. The sun sets early in these eastern longitudes.

And soon we set up our monkey-traps.

Each hollowed-out coconut was filled with a mixture of boiled rice and jaggery (gur) through the small hole. 

Then the coconut was chained to a stake, which was driven firmly into the ground.

And then we hid in the bushes in pin-drop silence.

Suddenly there was rattling sound. 

My uncle switched on his torch. 

A monkey was struggling, one hand trapped inside the coconut. 

In an instant, Tito threw a gunny-bag over the monkey and within minutes we had the monkey nicely secured inside.

By the time we lit the campfire on the cool soft sands of the beach, we had captured three monkeys.

My uncle put his arm around my shoulder and, “Vijay, you know why the monkey gets trapped? The monkey gets trapped because of its greed.”

My uncle picked up a hollowed-out coconut and he explained to me: “Look at this hole. It is just big enough so that the monkey’s hand can go in, but too small for full fist filled with rice to come out. Because his greed won’t allow him to let go of the rice and take out his hand, the monkey remains trapped, a victim of his own greed, until he is captured; forever a captive of his greed.”

“The monkey cannot see that freedom without rice is more valuable that capture with it!” he said.

My uncle looked at Tito and commanded: “Free the monkeys.”

And, one by one, the monkeys jumped out of their gunny bags and started running, with one hand still stuck in a coconut. 

It was a really funny sight.

“There is a lesson for us to learn from this,” my uncle said. “That’s why I brought you here to show you all this.”

I looked at my uncle. His name was Ranjit Singh. And true to his name he was indeed a magnificent man! Over six feet tall, well-built, redoubtable; a truly striking personality! 

He stood erect in his khaki uniform, stroking his handsome beard with his left hand, his right hand gripping a swagger stick, which he gently tapped on his thigh.

As he surveyed the scenic surroundings – the moonlight sea, the swaying Casuarina trees, the silver sands of the beach in between – he looked majestic, like a king cherishing his domain. 

Indeed he was like a king here – after all he was the Chief Forest Officer, in-charge of the entire islands – and this was his domain.

Uncle Ranjit was an exception in our family – the odd-man out. 

My father always said that he was the most intelligent of all brothers. 

But whereas all of them were busy achieving success and earning money in Mumbai and Delhi – Uncle Ranjit had chosen to be different.

To the surprise of everybody else, uncle Ranjit had joined the Forest Service when he could have easily become an engineer, doctor or even a business executive, for he had always topped all examinations – first class first in merit, whether it be the school or the university.

“So, Vijay, you like it here?” he asked.

“It’s lovely, uncle,” I answered. “And thank you so much for the lovely holiday, spending so much time with me. In Mumbai no one has any time for me. I feel so lonely.”

“Why?” he asked, with curiosity.

“Mummy and Daddy both come late from office. Then there are parties, business dinners, and tours. And on Sundays they sleep, exhausted, unless there is a business-meeting in the club or golf with the boss.”

Uncle Ranjit laughed, “Ha. Ha. The Monkey Trap. They are all caught in monkey traps of their own making. Slaves of their greed! Trapped by their desires,caught in the rat race, wallowing in their golden cages, rattling their jewellery, their golden chains – monkey-trapped, all of them, isn’t it?”

As I thought over Ranjit uncle’s words I realized how right he was. Most of the people I knew in Mumbai were just like that – trapped by their greed, chasing rainbows, in search of an ever elusive happiness.

“Happiness is to like what you do as well as to do what you like,” uncle Ranjit said, as if he were reading my thoughts. “Happiness is not a station which never arrives, but the manner you travel in life.” 
 
He paused, and asked me, “Tell me Vijay, tell me, what do you want to do in life?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, Vijay. You are fifteen now. By next year you have to decide, tell me what your plans are.”

“It depends on my percentage,” I said truthfully.

“I am sure you will get around ninety percent marks in your board exams,” he said. “Assume you top the exams. Secure a place in the merit list. Then what will you do?”

“I’ll go in for Engineering. Computers, Software, IT,” I said.

“Computers? Software? IT? Why? Why not something more interesting – like Arts, Literature, Philosophy, History, Humanities?” he asked.

“Job prospects,” I answered.

“Oh!”  He exclaimed. “And then?”

“Management…an MBA… Or I may even go abroad for higher studies.”

“Why?”

“Qualifications.”

“And why do you want so many qualifications?”

“To get the best job,” I answered.

“And earn a lot of money?” uncle Ranjit prompted.

“Of course,” I said. “I want to earn plenty of money so that I can enjoy life.”

Uncle Ranjit laughed, “My dear Vijay. Aren’t you enjoying life right now, at this very moment? What about me? Am I am not enjoying life? Remember – if you do not find happiness as you are, where you are, you will never find it.”

He smiled and asked me,” Vijay, you know what Maxim Gorky once said…?

“What?”

“When work is a pleasure – life is a joy. When work is a duty – life is slavery” 

“Slavery!” I exclaimed, understanding the message he was trying to give me. 
 
“Slavery to one’s elusive material desires, one’s greed, slavery to the rat race, chasing rainbows. And then live a life perpetually trapped in a Monkey Trap of your own making.”

“The Monkey Trap!” we both said in unison, in chorus.

It was the defining moment in my life – my Minerva Moment…!

And so – I decided that I will choose a career I loved – I decided to do something I liked – which would enable me to experience an inner freedom.

And guess what I am today?
 
Well – I am a teacher – I teach philosophy.

And – let me tell you – I enjoy every moment of it. 

It is a life of sheer joy and delight – being with my students, their respect and adulation, my innate quest for knowledge – and a sense of achievement that I am contributing my bit to society.

I shall never forget uncle Ranjit – and that crucial visit to the forests of the Andamans – the turning point – or indeed – the defining moment of my life.

Well – I avoided the monkey trap. 

What about you?

VIKRAM KARVE
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7/24/2015 08:10:00 PM

IMMIGRATION and SOCIAL EQUILIBRIUM – FLOCK THEORY OF MIGRATION

July 24, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: IMMIGRATION – THRESHOLD LIMITS FOR DEMOGRAPHIC BALANCE AND SOCIAL EQUILIBRIUM – FLOCK THEORY OF MIGRATION.

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IMMIGRATION
THRESHOLD LIMITS FOR DEMOGRAPHIC BALANCE AND SOCIAL EQUILIBRIUM
Musings on THE FLOCK THEORY OF MIGRATION
By
VIKRAM KARVE

From my Blog Archives:

Immigration is a contentious issue.

Immigration can be legal and illegal.

Yes, for a variety of reasons, people migrate to other countries, both legally and illegally.

Is Migration good? 

Or is it bad? 

What are the consequences of immigration for the host country? 

Excessive immigration can cause demographic imbalance which may disturb social equilibrium.
When the number of immigrants becomes large, then in a democracy, the immigrants can influence the outcome of elections by becoming a “vote bank”. 

Immigration can be legal and illegal.

I have observed that for many bright youngsters in India, their cardinal objective in life is to migrate to America, get a Green Card, followed by US Citizenship, and permanently live in the USA all their lives and realize their American Dream. 

All over the world, people from less developed countries migrate to better developed countries, legally and illegally.

A few years ago I had written an article on The Flock Theory of Migration

Since the topic of “immigration” is back in the news, I thought it would be apt to post this article below, once again, for you to read. 

FLOCK THEORY OF MIGRATION – Food for Thought by Vikram Karve

BIRD-WATCHING – FLOCK OF MIGRATORY BIRDS

Long back, me and my friend, a Bird-Watcher, a self-styled ornithologist, were observing birds 

(I am referring to the “winged” variety of birds)

We saw a huge a flock of migratory birds flying in the sky.

It was a fascinating sight to see the flock of birds flying in perfect formation.

I mentioned this to my friend who then told me about the “flock theory” of migration.

He told me that sometimes different kinds of birds that do not belong to the original flock also join the flock and fly along.

The birds in the flock allow these “outsider” birds to fly along with the flock as long as they do not disturb the pattern, movement, flight speed and direction (course) of the flock.

When the number of “immigrant” birds is small, these “outsider” birds quietly assimilate themselves into the flock, obey the rules of the flock and do not disturb the harmony of the flock.

Sometimes the number of these “immigrant” birds increases to a sizeable proportion and they may disturb the harmony of the flock, if these “outsider” birds try to assert themselves.

These “foreigner” birds may even try to control the flock by trying to dominate and alter the flight pattern.

This disturbance in harmony and attempt at domination is not tolerated by the main flock of birds, and violent clashes break out as the main flock of birds tries to remove the “immigrant” birds from the flock – yes, the original birds in the flock try to throw out the “foreigner” birds out of the flock.


HUMAN MIGRATION

I think a similar hypothesis applies to human migration too.

When you migrate to another country (or when you relocate within your country to another state or city) you must remember this flock theory of migration.

Try to assimilate yourself into your new “host” country or city and acclimatize yourself to the way of life of your new place of residence.

You must mix around and interact with the local inhabitants and imbibe the indigenous culture of your new abode.

You must not “ghettoize” yourself by forming tightly-knit inward-looking groups of your own community but you must embrace the culture of your new land (after all, it is you who have chosen to migrate there).

Always remember that you are the foreigner in their land – you are the “guest” and they are your “hosts” – and a guest must never attempt to dominate the host and try to make the host a guest in his own country.

Yes, if you are an immigrant in another country, it is best to conduct yourself as a “guest” and adopt to the culture of your “hosts” rather than try to dominate and impose your culture on your “hosts”.

A large number of my relatives, classmates and friends have migrated to America and have lived there for many years.

However, I find that they mostly mingle among the Indian community (even language and state wise), as is evident from the photos they show us.

When I ask them why they do not have any American friends, they have no credible answer except saying that they do have such friendships, but at the workplace only.

However their children, born and brought up in the USA, have friendships, relationships and even marriages with resident Americans – in fact, Americans now comprise so many types and varieties of ethnicity 

Since over the years, so many persons from all parts of the world have migrated to the USA for a better life and now America has become the melting pot of diverse cultures.

The flock theory applies to all types of migration.


TYPES OF MIGRATION

Immigrants migrate due to a variety of reasons.

Some immigrants “choose” to migrate and willingly accept the majority culture of their host nation and are seamlessly assimilated and integrated into the existing society of their “hosts”.

Some immigrants are forced to migrate, due to a variety of reasons, including political and socio-economic imperatives, for education, or for reasons of safety and security arising from instability or warlike conditions in their homeland. 

These forced migrants are like “refugees”.

These “forced migrants” are less amenable to assimilating themselves with the majority population.

It is these “forced immigrants” who ghettoize themselves into communities and try to maintain their own distinct identity by refusing the absorb the culture of their new land.

Sometimes the numbers of such “refugee” forced immigrants may increase to a point where the immigrants may alter the demographic balance and try to impose their will on their hosts.

It is then that the “flock theory” will apply and a conflict will start and there will be a struggle for dominance.

When migration takes place, both the “hosts” (natives) and the “guests” (migrants) must remember the Flock Theory and ensure that cultural harmony is maintained and the demographic balance is not upset.


THRESHOLD LIMITS FOR MIGRATION – TO MAINTAIN DEMOGRAPHIC EQUILIBRIUM

My “bird-watcher” friend gave a ballpark figure of 30% when I asked him what was the flock theory threshold beyond which the harmony of the flock is disturbed.

Applying the same threshold to human migration, this tells us that the “hosts” must ensure that “guests” (immigrants) do not exceed 30% of the population, otherwise the “demographic equilibrium” gets disturbed.

Yes, in order to avoid social turbulence, migrants must not be allowed to exceed 30% of the population.

If this is allowed to happen and the 30% barrier is broken, and the number of immigrants keeps on increasing in an unabated manner two things may happen:

1. The migrants will become a sizeable proportion of the population and alter the demographic balance (and become a “votebank”). In a democracy, this may give the migrants undue power in governance and this loss of power to “outsiders” will be resented by the original inhabitants.

2. The “cultural visibility” of the migrants will become starkly evident and the original local residents will feel threatened and become insecure in their own land. Owing to their dominance, the migrants may try to impose their own ethnic, religious and social customs and try to change the original culture of the land and this cultural invasion will be resented by the original inhabitants.

The “flock theory” phenomenon is akin to the manner in which the harmony of the “flock” is disturbed and the original birds feel jeopardized because they fear that their “flock” will be being taken over by “outsider” birds.

The flock theory of migration teaches us the lesson that if migration is not controlled within acceptable limits, due to clash of cultures and a sense of insecurity, a stage will come when the migrants will not be welcome anymore and this will create dissonance and discord in society. 

This is because no one likes to be dominated by “outsiders” who try to impose their culture on the local inhabitants.

Remember: No “host” likes to be turned into a “guest” in his own home

Dear Reader:

Do you agree with the “flock theory of migration”?

Do you feel there should be threshold limits to immigration to avoid demographic equilibrium being disturbed?

Please comment and let us know your views.

VIKRAM KARVE
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TO DRINK – OR – NOT TO DRINK

July 20, 2015

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal:
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BOOZY WISDOM
NEVER DRINK WHEN YOU “NEED” A DRINK
Golden Rule of Drinking Alcohol
By
VIKRAM KARVE

The Navy taught me many things.

One of the things I learnt in the Navy was how to drink alcohol.

Let me delve into my “Alcoholic Archives” – and – once again – share with you some of my “Boozy Wisdom” from my select writings on “How to Drink Alcohol”

Cheers – Enjoy !!!

NEVER DRINK WHEN YOU “NEED” A DRINK

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim
~ Ann Landers

One evening – a friend of mine landed up at my place – and he said, “I have had a really terrible day at work. I need a drink.”

“I will get you a cup of tea,” I said.

“Tea…?” he exclaimed astounded, “haven’t you got some whiskey or something? I told you I am feeling terrible – everything went wrong today – I desperately need a drink…”

“I know you are dying for a drink – you are craving, yearning, thirsting for that “soothing” sip of alcohol. That is why you must not drink now. You must never drink when you need a drink,” I said.

My friend pleaded – but I did not budge.

I gave him a cup of tea – which he drank with great reluctance.

Then – he walked off in a huff – calling me all sorts of names – he said that I was a miser – a “good for nothing” friend – an “unofficerlike” officer – but I knew I that had done the right thing.

Yes – I had done the right thing – I did not give him a drink when he “needed” a drink.

Because – that is my first golden rule of drinking alcohol – or – Boozy Wisdom – if you like.

Don’t drink when you “need” a drink.

Yes – don’t drink when you desperately want to have a drink.

Do not touch a drop of alcohol when your mind or body craves for alcohol.

Sounds funny isn’t it…?

Let me try to elucidate.

Never drink when you need a drink.

Do not drink when you are feeling any negative emotion like despondency, sadness, anger, irritation, envy, unhappiness, frustration, emotional pain, bad moods, down in the dumps feeling, or any negative vibes.

Never touch the bottle when you are in negative mood – otherwise the bottle will “unbottle” you.

Remember –  if you drink alcohol in these circumstances – the bottle will “unbottle” your dormant repressed inner feelings and – release your pent up negative emotions – and – make you feel even more miserable and – spoil the mood of all those around you.

Let me tell you something I have observed in real life.

If you want to know the true character of a man just get him drunk and what is hidden inside him will come out and his true inner self will be revealed.

(Maybe – the same applies to women as well – but I did not have the opportunity to observe women getting drunk – so I cannot vouch for it)

Alcohol opens you up.

That is what alcohol does – isn’t it…?

Alcohol reduces inhibitions makes you more talkative, more expansive and more expressive loosens you up and helps release, bring out and amplify your inner emotions, talents, passions, sentiments.

That is why some persons become more creative after imbibing a drink or two – since alcohol unleashes your inhibitions – and releases the music, the poetry, the creativity hidden within you.

If you are happy inside after a few drinks you will start physically expressing your happiness – maybe in a boisterous manner – and outwardly – by laughing, cheer and bonhomie.

Once you drink when you are in high spirits – you may even articulate your secret unexpressed love – you become amorous and romantic – and try to realize your hidden desires – and reveal without compunctions all your inner secrets – which otherwise you would never disclose when sober.

But – the converse is also true.

By reducing inhibitions – alcohol may bring out the worst in you – by facilitating the release of pent up negative emotions like anger, envy, dejection, despondency, frustration – and these unleashed amplified negative emotions may result in undesirable, unpleasant and even disastrous consequences.

Have you noticed how some people get violent, argumentative, rude or even melancholic, moody, sullen, depressed, unsociable, umpleasant after a few drinks…?

Dear Reader – in my opinion – the best thing is to be a teetotaller – and not to have a drink alcohol at all.

But – if you must have a drink please do make sure that you are feeling positive vibes and are peaceful and happy inside – and –never drink when you desperately “need” that drink.

Yes – Do Not drink alcohol when you are feeling depressed or low or angry or have negative emotions.

Remember this Golden Rule:

If you must drink alcohol – always drink when you are happy – and you are in good cheer and full of positive vibes.

This is my first golden rule of drinking alcohol:

NEVER DRINK WHEN YOU “NEED” A DRINK

If you must drink alcohol remember the corollary to the above dictum:

It is okay to have a drink when you do not “need” that drink.

Cheers … !!!

VIKRAM KARVE
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This self help article was written by me Vikram Karve 12 years ago in the year 2003 and posted online by me a number of times in my blogs including at urls:http://creative.sulekha.com/drin…   and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  etc

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7/20/2015 02:03:00 PM

HOW TO MAKE PLATONIC LOVE

July 17, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: PLATONIC LOVEMAKING.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
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PLATONIC LOVEMAKING
A Passionate Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Nowadays you have two types of friendships and relationships:

1. “Offline” Real World Friendships
2. “Online” Virtual World Relationships

Online relationships are like platonic relationships.

And – like platonic friendships – online friendships are so ethereal and graceful.

So  – I sometimes wonder – whether it is a good idea to physically meet my online virtual friends in the real world – and convert the beautiful  online platonic friendship into a real world physical relationship – and descend from the exquisite ethereal plane to the harsh physical reality of the real world.

Metaphorically – descending from a “platonic” online relationship to a “physical” offline relationship is like marrying your lover – and converting a lovely romance into a prosaic marriage.

While these thoughts – I remembered a story I had written around 25 years ago – before the advent of internet into my life – when all relationships were “offline” – but there was still a dilemma:

Should you let a beautiful platonic romance remain in its state of delicate bliss…?

Or – should you bring it crashing down into the real world by converting your platonic romance into a physical relationship…?

Read on – Dear Reader – I have delved deep into my creative writing archives and pulled out this story for you to read and enjoy…


PLATONIC LOVEMAKING – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

I love making love on a Sunday morning. 

I make love to a beautiful woman on Sunday morning – yes – I make love to her with my eyes.

Here is how we make love.

Tell me – what does a beautiful woman do – when a handsome young man like me – looks at her in an insistent, lingering sort of way – which is worth a hundred compliments? 

I will tell you what she does.

First – she realizes that I am looking at her.

Then – she accepts being looked at by me.

Finally – she begins to look at me in return.
  
Suddenly – her eyes become hard.

Then – she grills me with a stern stare that makes me uncomfortable.
    
Scared and discomfited – I quickly avert my eyes – and try to disappear into the crowd. 

I feel ashamed at having eyed her so blatantly.

“What will she think of me?” I wonder. 

But soon – by instinct – and almost against my will – my eyes begin searching – trying to find her again.

Ah – there she is. 

She stands at the fruit-stall – buying fruit.

She is an exquisite beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed – her luxuriant black hair flows down her back – her sharp features accentuated by the morning sun – her nose slightly turned up – so slender and transparent – as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I am mesmerized.

Never before has anyone evoked such a delightful tremor of thrilling sensation in me.

An unknown force propels me towards the fruit-stall. 

I stand near her – and I make pretence of choosing a papaya – trying to look at her with sidelong glances – when I think she isn’t noticing – hoping that she wouldn’t notice me looking at her.

But – she notices.

She looks at me.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful – enormous, dark, expressive.

Suddenly – her eyes began to dance.

Seeing the genuine admiration in my eyes – she gives me a smile so captivating – that I experience a delightful twinge in my heart.

She selects a papaya – and she extends her hands to give it to me.

Our fingers touch.

The feeling is electric. 

It is sheer ecstasy. 

I feel so good that I wish time would stand still.

I cannot begin to describe the lovely sensation I feel deep inside me.

I try to smile.

She communicates an unspoken goodbye with her eyes.

Then – she briskly walks away.

Three months have passed. 

She has never misses her Sunday morning love date with me – same time – same place – every Sunday – at precisely 7 o’clock in the morning.

But – My Dear Reader – do you know that not a word has been exchanged between us.

We just make love every Sunday morning using the language of our eyes.

Then – we part with an unspoken goodbye.

Once – I was slightly late for our rendezvous.

I could see her eyes desperately searching for me.

And when her eyes found me – her eyes danced with delight – and her eyes began making love to my eyes.

Tell me – is there any lovemaking that can surpass our fascinating alluring lovemaking…?

It feels like the supreme bliss of non-alcoholic intoxication.

Should I speak to her…?

I do not know.

Why doesn’t she speak to me…?

I do not know.

Does one have to speak to express love? 

Are words from the mouth the only way to communicate love…?

Maybe – we both want our beautiful romance to remain this way.

Our silent love making with our eyes – so lovely – so esoteric – so exquisite – so pristine – so platonic – so divine – so fragile – so delicate – so sensitive – so delicately poised.

Just one word would spoil everything.

Yes – just one word would destroy our enthralling state of trance-like bliss – and bring everything crashing down from supreme ecstasy to harsh ground reality.

I think it is best to let our exquisite Sunday morning lovemaking go on for ever and ever – till eternity.

What do you feel – Dear Reader?

How long should we go making love like this?

Tell me – should I make a move…?

Should I talk to her – and break the lovely spell…?

Tell me – My Dear Reader:

Should I talk to her and express my love – or is it best to remain silent – and let our beautiful platonic lovemaking bloom to glory in ethereal silence?

I will do exactly as you say.

Till then – I will make platonic love to the beautiful woman every Sunday morning – yes – I will make love to her with my eyes.

VIKRAM KARVE
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I wrote this story 25 years ago, in the year 1990, and I have posted it online earlier in my creative writing blogs at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and http://creative.sulekha.com/pure…  etc

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Social Media Impact on Armed Forces – Will Social Media Improve Transparency and Enhance Quality of Life in the Defence Services?

July 16, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE MILITARY.

Here is an article I wrote one year back in August 2014 on the impact of Social Media on the Military

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE MILITARY
Will Social Media Improve Transparency and Enhance Quality of Life in the Defence Services?
Ponderings of a Veteran
By
VIKRAM KARVE


SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE MILITARY

Last week, while surfing the internet, I observed that two rather unsavoury incidents pertaining to the army had gone viral on Twitter.

The first incident was a public spat between two Generals regarding seating arrangements in a cinema hall.

The second was a contretemps in AWWA (Army Wives Welfare Association).

Since these embarrassing incidents had gone viral on the social media, the mainstream media was forced to take notice and report these as news items in the electronic and print media, on TV and in newspapers, and thereby these unpleasant issues got wide publicity.

In the past, such issues would have been settled internally within the cocooned environment of military cantonments, and the outside world would never have come to know of these occurrences.

The advent of the social media (especially Twitter and Facebook) has changed everything.

Now, with the increasing proliferation and popularity of the social media, it is not possible to “hush up” matters, and organizations, including the military, have no choice but to be more transparent and engage with the social media.


POWER OF SOCIAL MEDIA

Social Media is a relatively recent phenomenon, but it has proliferated so rapidly and extensively that almost everyone is using social media tools like Facebook, Twitter etc

Owing to its instant and widespread reach, Social Media has overwhelmed the so-called “mainstream media” comprising print and electronic media.

As far as news reporting is concerned, Twitter is most impressive – Twitter is highly effective in disseminating news almost instantaneously.

Owing to Twitter’s instantaneous world-wide reach, the high speed and vast synergy of Twitter, if anyone puts a news item or news link on twitter, it can go viral within seconds by “re-tweeting” and become “trending news”.

Twitter focuses on user collaboration and facilitates sharing of user-generated content by the means of “re-tweeting”.

Twitter users can add their own comments, content, pictures, videos and internet links and thereby add value and credibility by interpretation and analysis.

Twitter has enabled everyone to become a “citizen journalist”.

You can write a news report on your blog and post the link on Twitter, or tweet a news item you have read on the internet with a clickable link, or you can instantaneously tweet a news-picture you have clicked or write a caption or a news item.

Twitter has trending topics, which can define and prioritize news and establish news trends for the Main Stream Media (MSM) to follow.

Today, because of its sheer volume and high-speed throughput of information, Twitter has the power to drive the Main Stream Media.

Owing to its instantaneous speed and tremendous reach, now-a-days the phenomenon of “Breaking News” first explodes on Twitter much before TV News Channels on the electronic media.

Twitter leads, other media follows.

Twitter has also brought about a sense of transparency in news reporting.

Twitter has thwarted attempts by the Mainstream Media (MSM) to suppress, “censor”, ignore, downplay, whitewash, manipulate or misreport news.

In many cases, efforts to present news in a biased, distorted or skewed manner have been exposed owing to the first-hand reporting of news on Twitter by citizens.

Main Stream Media (MSM) cannot afford to ignore Twitter unless it wants to be isolated and lose credibility.

The huge presence of Journalists, Electronic and Print Media Organizations on Twitter bears testimony to the relevance, importance and power of Twitter.

In addition to Twitter, Facebook is also very influential in information proliferation and shaping of public opinion.


CANTONMENT CULTURE

In the past, as far as “peacetime soldiering” was concerned, the military remained cocooned in cantonments.

Maybe, cantonments are a relic of the Raj, where the military was expected to live a colonial social lifestyle in a world of its own, far away from the “natives” with whom the “sahibs” were not supposed to mingle.

This “cantonment culture” was prevalent mostly in the army which lived in its own insulated world of cantonment life totally cut off from the outside world.

In contrast, most of the navy was located in the heart of Mumbai (then called Bombay), and naval officers lived all over South Mumbai along with civilians – in fact, the navy wardroom (officers mess) was located in a building called “Vasant Sagar” in Churchgate off Marine Drive in a posh civilian locality.

That is why, in earlier days, there was a huge difference between the social life and cultures of the navy and army, but, in due course, the navy too started building its own secluded “cantonments” and adopting army style “cantonment culture”.

The military led a secluded cosseted life revolving around the facilities and amenities in the cantonment, and outsiders did not know what was going on inside.

Those days even the media treated the military like a “sacred cow” and did not interfere and nor did journalists try to pry into internal affairs of military cantonments.

If there were any issues, they were sorted out internally, away from the eyes of outside civilian world.

Thus, there was a sense of opaqueness about military matters.

It was not that scandals did not take place in the past, but since it was possible to brush things under the carpet, cover up or “hush up” embarrassing issues internally, the outside world was not aware of the goings on inside the military cantonments.

The advent of the social media (especially Twitter and Facebook) has changed everything.

Incidents in cantonments, which, in earlier times, would have remained internal issues, went viral on the social media which forced the mainstream media to take notice and report them extensively, and thereby these issues got wide publicity.


MILITARY AND SOCIAL MEDIA

Social Media is a present day reality which cannot be ignored by the military.

In fact, it will not be beneficial for the armed forces to ignore the social media, especially Twitter.

In today’s information technology driven world, avoiding the social media may be counterproductive.

Whenever an issue pertaining to the military goes viral on the social media, if the military does not tell its side of the story on the social media, people start believing whatever is being reported on the social media (Twitter, Facebook etc) and the absence of authentic information leads to speculation and rumours.

In such situations, the military must tell its side of the story truthfully and it must do this with promptness and accuracy.

In order to achieve this, military public relations must have an active presence on the social media, especially on Twitter.

Like the MEA PRO is doing, the Defence PRO must be more visible and articulate on the social media (especially Twitter) in order to ensure balance, fairness, credibility and transparency of news, views and issues pertaining to the military.

You will be surprised, but there is a rather “antiquated” school of thought, that believes in antediluvian solutions like “banning” social media in the military.

While there is justification for reasonable restrictions on the use of social media by uniformed personnel, extreme steps like prohibiting use of social media may be highly unpopular, especially amongst youngsters for whom things like Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp etc have become an inseparable part of their life.

(As it is, the military is facing a shortage of officers and such extreme steps like banning social media may discourage many youngsters from signing up)

Let us assume, hypothetically, that the military decides to prohibit uniformed officers and personnel from using the social media.

But can the military impose such “bans” on wives (and families) of military officers and personnel?

Military wives are civilians and are not subject to the restrictions under the army, navy or air force acts.

I mentioned earlier that Twitter has enabled everyone to become a “citizen journalist”.

Likewise, in the context of cantonments too, social media, especially Twitter, has enabled every military wife to be a “citizen journalist”.

So, suppose an incident or scandal happens in the social life of the cantonment (like the AWWA squabble mentioned above), just one tweet from a wife is enough to make it known to the whole world, and the “news” can even go viral by repeated re-tweeting.

Such is the power of the social media that it is not possible to “hush up” inconvenient matters, or “cover up” scams and scandals (which it was quite easy to do in earlier times).


THE WAY AHEAD

I feel that it will be best for the military to actively engage with the social media and make its presence felt on Twitter and Facebook which will enable effective interactive communication and usher in a sense of transparency.

The Army does have a presence on Twitter ( @adgpi ) and Facebook (ADGPI – Indian Army) and regularly posts interesting information and pictures about army events and informative tidbits from military history, but it seems to be “one way traffic” – they need to actively engage and interact with servicemen and civilian citizens in order effectively articulate and discuss pertinent various issues, and to build up a social network.

The Navy PRO had opened a Twitter Account ( @INSpokesperson ) last year, but now it seems to be defunct, and so seems the case with the Air Force Twitter Account (@IAFIndia )

The Defence Services need to use the social media effectively to interact with the tech-savvy youth to exchange recruitment information and discuss various aspects about a career in the army navy and airforce. 

Effective “two way communication” between the defence services and the civilian youth may motivate many bright youngsters to take up a career in the armed forces.

I feel that various support organisations need to use the social media by active presence on Facebook and Twitter to effectively interact with their “Fauji customers” (serving, retired and families):

1. Defence Accounts and Pay Offices ( PCDA, CDA, Naval Pay Office etc )

2. Military Veteran and Ex-Servicemen Welfare Organisations ( ECHS, DESW MoD, DGR, DESA/NHQ etc)

3. Defence Facility Providers like Health Care (DGMS, Military Hospitals), Defence Canteen Services (CSD, INCS etc), Defence Housing Organisations (AWHO, AFNHB), Institutes and Clubs, Holiday Homes etc 

4. Military Social Networks, Forums and Interest Groups (eg Regimental/Branch, Military Hobby and Sports Groups etc)

5. Social and Family Welfare Organisations/NGOs like Army Wives Welfare Association (AWWA), Navy Wives Welfare Association (NWWA), Air Force Wives Welfare Association (AFWWA) to enable barrierless interaction, seamless communication and exchange of views within members of these welfare organisations.

The possibilities are endless.

The social media is easily accessible and available to all free of cost and affords enormous opportunities.

Now it is for the military to use its ingenuity to take full advantage of the social media in an innovative manner for maximum benefit of all stakeholders.

VIKRAM KARVE
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2. These are my personal views, to be taken lightly. 
3. All stories in this blog are 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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ROUGH STUFF – “MACHO” “SISSY” and SUGAR

July 15, 2015

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: Humor in Uniform – “MACHO” “SISSY” and SUGAR.

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: 
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

Humour in Uniform

Story of – A “MACHO” – A “SISSY” – AND SOME SUGAR
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Main Characters:
“Macho” Lieutenant “J”
“Sissy” Lieutenant “K”

“MACHO” – “SISSY” – AND – SUGAR : A Spoof by Vikram Karve

This happened long back – almost 40 years ago – in the 1970’s.

On our ship – there was a bully – a senior Lieutenant – let’s call him “J”.

Now – a Naval Lieutenant is equivalent to an Army Captain – and those days – you remained in the rank of Lieutenant for 8 long years before you were promoted to Lieutenant Commander – equivalent to Major.

And – after you were commissioned as a Navy Officer – you became a Lieutenant after 3 years – so it took you 11 years to become a Lieutenant Commander.

But – suddenly in the year 2006 – the AVS Cadre Review Bonanza changed everything – and now everyone becomes a Lieutenant Commander in just 6 years service – and the prestige of rank has been diluted.

Those days – on a ship – except for the Captain – and Heads of Department (XO, EO, LO) – all officers were Lieutenants – and – of course – sometimes there were a few under-trainee Sub Lieutenants and Midshipmen too.

As I told you earlier – “J” was the senior-most Lieutenant in the Wardroom – and there was “K”  the Senior Engineer Officer – who was the junior-most recently promoted Lieutenant.

“J” was more than 7 years senior to “K”.

“J” was a Cadet Entry Executive Officer with an imposing personality and intimidating manner – he was one of those ‘quintessential’ haughty puffed-up “macho type” ex-Military School, ex-NDA officers – who thought they wereprima donnas in uniform.

“K” was a rather meek looking docile Direct Entry Technical Officer – who had been directly commissioned as a Sub Lieutenant under the University Entry Scheme.

The contrast between the two Lieutenants was stark.

“J” was a terror on the ship – as he moved around with a pompous swagger – full of bluster and bombast – bullshitting the hell out of anyone who came in his way.

“K” was a simple unpretentious officer – a thorough professional engineer – who kept to himself – and who quietly performed his duties efficiently – and did his job in a humble modest sort of way.

“J” was a sadistic bully – he had a terrible reputation of ragging and physically abusing his juniors – and one heard all sorts of scuttlebutt about his brutal exploits – maybe bilge – but the gossip was so scary – that most officers kept clear of him – and the Sub Lieutenants and Midshipmen were especially terrified of him as they heard wicked rumors that “J” was a bum bandit on the prowl for peg boys.

“J” made life hell for sailors too – they steered clear of him – and – in fact – some even avoided going on liberty when “J” was on duty – in order to avoid encountering“J” on the gangway – and risk the danger of being put on charge for some trivial issue.

“J” took special delight in bullying “K”.

Maybe “J” had some wicked ulterior designs for which he was trying to subjugate“K”.

Or maybe “J” liked to target “K” because he was a University Entry Officer – because“J” thought himself to be a “cat’s whiskers” cadet entry officer and “K”a lowly “poltroon” who did not deserve to wear stripes.

Once – in full view of sailors – “J” belittled “K” by publicly shouting at him: “We cadet entry officers go through the full tough grind – I got screwed for 6 years in military school – then we were rogered for 3 years at NDA – then toiled as a sea cadet – sweated it out as a midshipman – and then I got my stripe after so many years of jiggering – and you ‘dope entry’ buggers just walk into the Navy with a stripe on your shoulder.”

“Sir – how does entry matter – once we are in the navy – we are all equal officers,” retorted “K”.

“You consider yourself equal to me? My foot! You are a bloody sissy who can’t even take charge of your sailors – just look at the way your engine-room sailors move around in a bloody slothful manner – you are a bloody disgrace to uniform – a sissy with zero OLQ…”

“K” felt humiliated at being insulted in front of sailors.

But he did not want to get into an argument with “J”.

So “K” walked away – and he went straight to his boss – the Engineer Officer (EO) – and complained to him: “Sir – ever since I have come – “J” has been talking to me in an insulting manner – and today he humiliated me in front of sailors…”

“Go and tell the XO – he is the Head of the Executive Department – XO is“J”’s HOD – so you must complain to him,” the Engineer Officer (EO) said.

The EO had no guts to admonish “J” – so he passed the buck to the XO.

“K” went to the XO  and he complained to the XO about “J”.

“Go to your EO – he is your Head of Department – an officer must always come through his HOD,” the XO said.

“Sir – I had gone to the Engineer Officer – he told me to come to you since you were the HOD of “J”…”

“Don’t act like a bloody sissy and come crying to me – you are an officer – so you sort out your own problems yourself…?” the XO bullshitted “K”.

The fact of the matter was that both the EO and XO were scared of “J” – thought they outranked him.

As I told you earlier – “J” had an imposing personality.

And to add to his “macho” image was his impressive motorcycle.

Yes – “J” had a mighty Bullet Motorcycle which was his prized possession.

“J” was passionate about his motorcycle.

“J” had “jazzed up” his motorcycle with all sorts of glitzy adornments, ornate accoutrements and fancy gadgets – shining electroplated exteriors, klaxon horns, showy lights, special wheels etc – in a word – his motorcycle looked magnificent.

On Sunday morning – at around 11 AM – “J” was seen kicking his motorcycle and driving off in style.

As usual – “J” had painted the town red on Saturday evening till past midnight – slept late on Sunday morning – woken up around 10 AM – hurriedly got ready – and as per his Sunday routine – “J” was on his way to the Racecourse for the Sunday races.

“K” smiled cannily as he saw “J” drive off on his motorcycle – and he too decided to go ashore.

“K” did not have a vehicle – so he would walk down to Colaba – spend some time browsing on the Causeway – have a Biryani lunch at Olympia – and then maybe see a movie at Regal or Eros – then spend the evening loafing on Marine Drive.

When “K” returned on board ship in the evening – he saw that “J” had lined up the OOD and the duty watch sailors near the gangway – and “J” was shouting at them furiously.

“J” seemed to be in a foul mood – so “K” quietly went down to his cabin.

Later – when “K” went down to the Wardroom for dinner – he found the OOD sitting there.

“Sir – why was Lieutenant “J” shouting on the gangway – did he lose money at the races?” “K” asked the OOD.

“His bloody motorcycle packed-up – the engine conked-off and stalled while he was driving to the racecourse…” the OOD said.

“So what’s he so angry about – any machine can fail – surely he can get his bike repaired…” “K” said.

“It’s not so simple – “J” said that his motorcycle engine has seized – the entire system has got fouled up – the mechanic said the bike required complete engine overhaul or maybe even a new engine – and it’s going to cost him a fortune…” the OOD said.

“Oh – so that’s why Lieutenant “J” is so upset…” “K” said.

“That’s just one part of the story – actually “J” is quite well-off – so money is not a problem for him – the bigger issue is that his pride has been hurt – “J”thinks it is sabotage…”

“Sabotage…?”

“The mechanic told him someone put some mucky stuff into the petrol tank – probably sugar…”

“Sugar…? So what happens if you put sugar in a motorcycle’s petrol tank…?”

“You tell me – you are the engineer on board – aren’t you…” the OOD said to“K”.

“K” remained silent.

The OOD looked at “K” and said, “Well – in the Wardroom we are not supposed to stand drinks to fellow officers – but I think I’ll buy you a drink – you certainly deserve one…”

“Drink…? Me…?”

“Well – two unrelated incidents – the steward reported to me that a bag of sugar is missing from the pantry – and the quartermaster told me that you went ashore early in the morning – at around 5:30 – even before ‘Hands-Call’ – and he saw you walking on the jetty – near the vehicle park…” the OOD said.

“K” said nothing.

For some time – “K” remained silent – then he smiled at the OOD and said, “I think I will have that drink…”

“Sure – but you better be careful  – “J” is sure to find out – and then he will have a go at you – so keep a sharp lookout…” the OOD warned “K”

“Let him find out – he won’t do anything – “J” is a bloody bully – and bullies are cowards…” “K” said.

“What do you mean…?”

“Have you read ‘Godfather’…? Or seen the movie…?”

“Yes…”

“Do you remember the horrific ‘horse-head’ scene – where the movie producer finds the bloody severed head of his horse in his bed…?”

“Yes…”

“And the arrogant producer is so shaken up that he submits to Godfather Don Corleone’s request – doesn’t he…?

“So…?”

“Well – this time I fingered his motorcycle – next time – who knows what will happen…? And “J” knows this…”

The way the meek-looking Senior Engineer “K” spoke these words in a soft chilling tone – the OOD felt a tremor of fear himself.

On a ship – it is difficult to keep anything secret.

Scuttlebutt spreads fast – and soon the ship’s grapevine was abuzz with the story of how the docile looking unpretentious Senior Engineer “K” had deflated the Haughty Gasbag Lieutenant “J” by giving him the ‘sugar treatment’…”

To cut a long story short:

From then on – the ‘Pompous’ “Macho” Lieutenant “J” kept clear of the ‘Coy’“Sissy” Lieutenant “K” 

And – everyone on the ship treated Lieutenant “K” with healthy respect and admiration.

VIKRAM KARVE
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1. This story is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
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 spoof was written by me Vikram Karve around 6 months ago in early 2015 and posted online by me earlier in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

Now Re-Posted by Vikram Karve at 

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7/15/2015 11:14:00 PM

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