Curzon Road Apartment Memories of a Newly Wedded Couple – THE ETERNAL “UNCLE”

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: MEMORIES OF CURZON ROAD APARTMENTS – THE ETERNAL “UNCLE”.

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

Curzon Road Apartment Memories of a Newly Wedded Couple
A Real Life Story – The Eternal “uncle”
By
VIKRAM KARVE


Circa 1982

CURZON ROAD APARTMENTS NEW DELHI 

In 1982 – as a newly married couple – we lived in Curzon Road Apartments on Kasturba Gandhi Marg near India Gate in New Delhi.

Me – my wife – and our puppy dog (a small Lhasa Apso Puppy Dog given to us as a wedding gift) – all three of us lived in our neat cosy one room apartment with a small kitchenette and a lovely balcony high up on the top floor.

One evening – while on her way back home from work – my wife went to the convenience store to buy milk.

The shopkeeper told her that her father had already bought milk a few minutes ago.

My wife was delighted at the unexpected visit of her father – so she rushed to our house.

On not seeing her father around – my wife asked me, “Where is Daddy?”

“Your Daddy? He must be in Srinagar,” I said.  

“No. Daddy has come here,” she said.

“Who told you?” I asked.

“The shopkeeper,” she said.

“Really? Let’s go down and ask him,” I said.

So we went down – and we asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper pointed towards me and said, “He took the milk. I thought he was your father.”

“He is my husband,” my wife said, pointing at me.

“I am sorry, Sir – but I was really mistaken,” the shopkeeper said apologetically to me.

Then the shopkeeper smiled at my wife and said to her, “Madam – you look so young – you look just like a schoolgirl – and your husband looks so mature – so I thought your husband was your father.”

It was true. 

When we were married – my wife looked very young – just like a schoolgirl. 

She was 21 – and I was 25.

And though the shopkeeper hadn’t spelt it out in so many words – I did look a bit older than my 25 years – with my “healthy” built – and my formidable beard.

Unlike the so-called “metrosexual” men of today – I like to be who I am – so I don’t believe in “cosmetic engineering”.

I believe in the “old-mould” idea that a man must look like a man – tough and masculine – and though hygiene and grooming are important – there is no need for a man to be excessively obsessed about his looks.

Of course – whereas having an appropriate dress sense and wearing good quality clothes is a must – there is no need for a man to “deck up”.

That’s why – when the first strand of grey hair appeared on my head when I was in my mid 40’s – I never used hair-dye – nor did I colour my copious beard when it started greying.

Of course – I must say here – that my wife too has a natural look – and she hardly uses any cosmetics – and she has never coloured her hair.

The fact of the matter was that my wife did indeed look much younger than me.

And I did indeed look a bit “mature” – as the shopkeeper had said.

Period.

So – even in those days – when a pretty young girl called me “uncle” – I did not mind it very much. 

Maybe – for pretty young girls – I did indeed look like an “uncle”.


30 YEARS LATER

Circa 2012

PUNE 

This happened 3 years ago in Pune.

My wife was getting off an auto-rickshaw. 

The fare was 52 rupees. 

My wife gave the auto-rickshaw driver a 50 rupee note – and she was desperately searching in her purse for a 2 rupee coin.

The auto driver said magnanimously to my wife, “Never mind Ajji – it is okay if you don’t give me the two rupees.”

Now – in Marathi – the word “AJJI” means GRANDMOTHER.

I cannot begin to describe the emotion of elation I felt when I heard this.

And just imagine – pretty young girls still call me “uncle”.

VIKRAM KARVE
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This story writen by me Vikram Karve in 2012 and posted by me online earlier at urls http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/201…

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5/26/2015 09:55:00 PM

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