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Why did he dump me…? Why did he break my heart…?

September 13, 2019

WHY DID HE BREAK MY HEART…?

WHY DID HE “DUMP” ME…?
Flash Fiction
A Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

I wrote this story then titled ME TOO more than 25 years ago in the 1990’s for a flash fiction competition.

Here is the story once more revised, edited and updated suitable for online reading as Blog Fiction with a new title too.

WHY DID HE DUMP ME…?

Story of a Broken Engagement by Vikram Karve

Part 1 – THE EMAIL

The moment I saw the email – I did two things.

First – I took a print-out of the email.

Then – I kept the printout in my purse.

After that – I deleted the email from my mailbox.

I called my travel agent – and I booked my ticket on the next flight to India.

The email contained a name and an address.

That’s all – just a name and an address.

I cannot begin to describe the emotion I felt – as I looked at the name.

I had so many questions to ask him – unanswered questions that were haunting me for so many years.

Part 2 – WHY DID HE DUMP ME…?

It all started when my fiancé Anil suddenly broke off our engagement without any explanation.

“Why…? Why do you want to break our engagement…?” I asked him, totally shocked.

“I can’t tell you…” he said.

“You can’t dump me just like this. I have done nothing wrong…” I pleaded, heartbroken.

“I’m sorry, Rita. I can’t marry you…” he said, trying to look away from my eyes.

“What do you mean you can’t marry me…?” I shouted at him, holding his shoulders and shaking him.

He did not say anything.

He just remained silent and averted his eyes.

“Is it someone else…? Tell me, is there someone else…? What do you mean you can’t marry me…? Actually you don’t want to marry me – isn’t it…?”

“Okay – you can think what you like. I don’t want to marry you… ”

“You have to give me an explanation. I am not going to accept being jilted like this. How can you suddenly dump me just like this…?”

“You have to accept it. Don’t delve too much.”

“How dare you say ‘don’t delve too much’ – how dare you say such nonsense…? You are a filthy unscrupulous cheat…” I screamed in anger, taking hold of his collar.

“Cool down…” he said pushing me away. “So you are calling me a cheat – are you…? That’s really funny – when actually it is you who tried to cheat me. You are the one who is a cheat.”

“Me…? I cheated you…? You are accusing me of cheating on you…?” I said, dumbfounded and furious.

“You shouldn’t have tried to hide things from me…” he said as if he were accusing me.

“Hide what…?” I asked, getting livid.

“You never told me that you are an adopted child…” he said.

I was stunned.

Feeling incredulous – I said to Anil:

“Adopted…? I am an adopted child…? What are you saying…?”

“Yes. You are an adopted child. And – you hid that fact from me…” he said firmly.

Shocked – I shouted at him loudly in anger:

“What nonsense…! Don’t talk rubbish. I am not adopted…! I am not an adopted child…!”

“You are. Maybe – you don’t know. Maybe – they did not tell you. But – you are not their real daughter – you are an adopted daughter.”

“Who told you…?”

“We got some pre-matrimonial enquiries done.”

“Matrimonial Enquiry…? You spied on me…?” I accused him.

And – I shouted at him:

“You cheapie – you want to blackmail me – you want to humiliate me – with all these sick lies…?”

He looked at me and he said to me:

“Don’t worry. No one else knows. It’s a reliable and discreet investigation agency…”

“No. It is not true. I am not adopted…” I said.

I felt shattered.

My mind went numb – feeling paralysed, cold – as if I had lost my senses.

“Why don’t you ask your parents…?” Anil said – and he walked away.

Anil dumped me – and he walked away from my life forever – leaving me heartbroken, desolate and shattered.

I never asked my parents – the only parents I knew – I never asked them.

They were the one’s who loved me – and gave me everything in life

I could not ask them – because I knew that it would terribly hurt them.

I did not have the heart to hurt my gentle parents who loved me so much – and had given me everything.

They did not say anything to me when my engagement was called off.

But I could see the sadness and a sense of guilt in their eyes – as they withered away – having lost the will to live.

I felt deeply anguished and helpless.

My parents loved me.

Maybe they were my foster parents – but they were the only parents I knew – and they meant everything to me.

We carried on our lives as if nothing had happened.

I lovingly cared and looked after them till their very end.

But deep down I felt terribly betrayed.

Years passed.

Time and life moved on.

I relocated abroad.

I immersed myself in my work.

They say time is the best healer.

But time did not heal this wound.

I tried to forget – but I could never forget.

One day – I could bear it no longer.

I decided to find out.

And now – I had found out.

The investigation agency had done a good job – very confidential and discreet.

For the first time I knew the name of my actual father – my real father – my biological natural father.

And now – I had to meet this man – and – I had to ask him why he did it – why did he commit that cruel unforgivable act of abandoning me to the world.

Part 3 – SAPIENCE

I landed at Delhi airport in the very early hours of the morning.

It was cold – the morning chill at once refreshing and invigorating.

The driver drove fast.

It took me six hours by taxi to reach the magnificent bungalow near Landour in Mussoorie.

I checked the nameplate – and I briskly walked inside – eager to see my real father – for the first time.

There was a small crowd gathered in the porch.

“What’s happening…?” I asked a man in the crowd.

Bada Saheb is no more. He passed away this morning. He was a good man. He was always so kind and helpful to us…” the man said, with tears in his eyes.

I pushed my way through the crowd.

My father’s lifeless body was lying on a white sheet bedecked with flowers – ready for the last rites.

I looked at his serene face.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Suddenly – I lost control of myself – and I cried inconsolably:

“I have become an orphan. My father is dead… I have become an orphan…”

“Me too…” a familiar voice said softly behind me, “He was my father too…”

I turned around.

It was Anil – my ex fiancé.

I stared into the eyes of my ex fiancé Anil.

Anil looked into my eyes with tenderness.

Slowly – comprehension began to dawn on me.

I looked at Anil.

Anil looked at me.

He gave me a warm “brotherly” look.

I cannot describe the emotion I felt at that moment.

We – Anil and Me – kept looking into each other’s eyes in silence.

It was a grotesque silence – deafening silence – illuminating silence – empathizing silence – compassionate silence – an enlightening silence.

Silence.

Sapience.

Silent sapience.

VIKRAM KARVE

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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 Story was written by me in the 1990’s and this Revised Updated Version First Posted Online by me Vikram Karve in the year 2006 in my creative writing blog at url: http://creative.sulekha.com/the-journey-a-fiction-short-story-by-vikram-karve_28108_blog and many times later on my various creative writing blogs including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/01/sapience-my-favourite-short-stories.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/01/sapience-my-favourite-short-stories.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/04/blog-fiction-story-no-27-sapience.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/11/sapience-short-and-sweet-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/04/broken-engagement-why-did-he-dump-me.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/08/why-did-he-break-my-heart-why-did-he.html

Leisure Management – Weekends

September 13, 2019

How to Ruin your Weekends

This story happened long back in the 1970’s when we worked for 6 days in a week in the Navy and all government offices.

So – the weekend began on Saturday evening.

Now – with 5 Day Week in vogue at most places – the weekend begins on Friday evening.

So – this advice applies to Friday evenings too…!!!

Yes – this advice applies for the entire weekend – from Friday Evening to Sunday Evening…

DO YOU PARTY ON WEEKENDS … ?

Delightful Story from My Wonderful Navy Days

A Spoof By Vikram Karve

Disclaimer: This story happened long back in the 1970’s when we worked for 6 days in a week in the Navy and all government offices. Now – with “5 Day Week” in vogue at most places – the weekend begins on Friday evening. So – this advice applies to Friday evenings too…!!!

PARTY TIME

Part 1 – The PMC

“You think you are too damn smart – but I have found out something about you…” said the PMC (President Mess Committee) of our Officers’ Mess – a Commander.

“What is it, Sir…?” I asked.

I was curious.

I wondered which “secret” of mine the PMC had discovered.

The PMC looked at me and said:

“You avoid having parties on Saturdays…”

“Is it so…?” I said, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.

The PMC looked at me and said:

“Ever since you have taken over as Mess Secretary – you always schedule parties on working days – on weekday evenings.

Every time we want to have a party on Saturday evenings – you get the party re-scheduled on a weekday on some pretext or the other.

Now you have crossed all limits – you even want a Saturday afternoon Pre-Lunch Drinks (PLD) preponed to Wednesday afternoon…”

“Sir – there is no such word as “preponed”…” I said.

“Shut up. Don’t try to change the topic…” he said.

“Sir – but Wednesday is also a “make-and-mend” (half-day) routine – and the officer whose farewell party it is – he wanted it on Wednesday – he said it was more convenient…”

“Don’t bullshit me – the officer said that it was you who told him that Wednesday would be convenient…” the PMC said.

Now that the cat was out of the bag – I decided to make a clean breast of it.

“Sir, you are right – I don’t like to have parties on Saturdays…” I said.

“Any particular reason for not having a party on Saturdays…? Is it something religious…? Do you “fast” on Saturdays…?” the PMC asked me.

“No, No, Sir – it is something totally different – nothing religious or spiritual about it, Sir. Maybe – it is philosophical – but you won’t believe me if I tell you…” I said.

“I want to know – you have to tell me…” the PMC insisted.

“I work to enjoy my leisure…” I said.

“You work to enjoy your leisure…?” he repeated my words, looking puzzled.

So – I explained my rationale to him:

“All of us – we work for our leisure – don’t we…?

Isn’t that the main reason we work…?

Don’t we all work – so that we can enjoy our leisure…?

We slog 6 days a week – so that we can enjoy that one Sunday we get off as a weekly holiday.

And – in the Navy – we have to do duties on every third Sunday too – so even some of the few Sunday routines we get are ruined anyway…”

The PMC was not convinced.

So – he shouted at me:

“But – what the hell has all this got to do with not having parties on weekends…?”

I elaborated my logic:

“I don’t like to have a hangover on a Sunday morning.

I prefer to have my hangover on a working day.

Yes – I prefer to have my hangover in working hours…”

The PMC seemed to getting annoyed on hearing my well-reasoned arguments.

He said to me angrily:

“What bloody bullshit…!!!

You prefer to have your hangover in working hours…?

What sort of nonsense talk is this…?”

I tried my best to explain:

“Sir – I drink – because I am in the Navy.

It is the Navy – who taught me how to drink.

It is the Navy that motivates me to drink by giving me the choicest duty-free Scotch Whisky and Top Quality Foreign Liquor and subsidized CSD liquor at concessional rates.

And – tell me, Sir – doesn’t the Navy have an “official party culture” that encourages drinking…?”

With a look of bewilderment on his face – the PMC said to me:

“I just don’t understand what you are saying..?”

So – I tried to make him understand:

“Sir – I never touched a drop of booze in college.

And most probably – I would never have started drinking alcohol if I had not joined the Navy.

So – Navy is responsible for my drinking habit.

And – since I drink alcohol because I am in the Navy – the effects of drinking alcohol – like a hangover – it must be suffered in working hours.

Also – Sir – most Navy parties are “official” parties.

So – the “after-effects” of these “official” parties must be “officially” endured in official working hours – isn’t it, Sir…?”

The PMC shouted at me:

“You are talking all bullshit…”

I persisted and said:

“Sir – please try to see it logically.

The Navy is responsible for my drinking – so the Navy must bear my hangover.

Why should I ruin my valuable leisure hours suffering a hangover on the one beautiful Sunday morning I get for myself…?

In fact – I like to get up early on Sundays – so that I can enjoy my well deserved holiday to the fullest…”

From the incredulous look on his face – it appeared that the PMC was not convinced by my logical reasoning.

And – just to prove that he was the Boss – when the next occasion for an official farewell party arose – the PMC decided that the party was to be held on a Saturday evening.

Part 2 – The PMC’s Wife

The weekend party was vetoed by the PMC’s wife – who unequivocally told her husband:

“Why are you having an official party on Saturday evening…?

Why don’t you have the farewell party on a weekday evening like you normally do…?

I am not going to ruin my weekend attending your boring party which goes on and on till the wee hours.

Have the party on a weekday evening – and – on Saturday evening – you take me out for shopping and a movie.”

What the PMC did not know – was that – I had a discussion on the same subject with his wife.

And – the PMC’s wife seemed to enthusiastically agree with my views about “No Partying on Weekends”.

The PMC’s wife also agreed with me that there was no point in ruining your weekends by partying on Saturday evenings – and wasting your valuable Sunday morning nursing a hangover – and – it was best to party on weekdays – and suffer your hangover in working hours.

So – the PMC’s wife vetoed the PMC’s order of having a party on Saturday Evening – and – the Party was held on Wednesday Evening – as was the norm – as long as I was the Mess Secretary.

As they say in the Navy:

“Normal Service Resumed”

Part 3 – EPILOGUE

I tried my best to follow my “NO PARTYING ON WEEKENDS” dictum throughout my Navy career – so that I could fully enjoy my well-earned Sundays as I pleased.

(A few years later– after the 5-day week was introduced – my “NO PARTY WINDOW” was extended from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening)

Sometimes – my principle of “No Partying on Weekends” did annoy some seniors – who found me missing from Weekend Evening Cocktails/Dinners or from the afternoon Pre-Lunch Drinks (PLD) on Weekend Afternoons.

In one organisation – despite my best efforts to convince them to have parties on weekdays – they insisted on having all parties on weekends.

I avoided most of these weekend parties – in order to enjoy my weekend leisure to the fullest.

Once – when one of my bosses asked me why I was missing from parties – I gave him one of my classic retorts:

“Sir – I do not attend parties because I am an “alcoholic”…”

What happened after that…?

Well – that’s another story which I will tell you some other time.

MORAL OF THE STORY

Meanwhile – remember the “Moral of the Story” of this article:

The worst way to spend a beautiful Sunday morning is by sleeping in bed – having a splitting headache – suffering from a hangover – due the excesses of late night weekend partying.

Why ruin your valuable leisure hours…?

Why ruin your Sunday…?

Why ruin your weekend leisure-time by weekend partying…?

Remember – you work on weekdays – in order to enjoy your leisure during weekends.

If you must party – why not do it on working days…?

Yes – you can party throughout the week – on working day evenings – from Monday to Thursday – and “enjoy” the hangover in working hours the next morning…

But – remember to keep your weekends free for yourself – and enjoy all your leisure hours “perfectly sober” – in your full senses – so you can enjoy your leisure to the best.

Dear Reader:

Why waste your weekend mornings nursing a hangover or recovering from the excesses of late night partying…?

Isn’t it better to suffer your hangover in office hours…?

You agree with me – don’t you…?

Do remember the essence of partying:

Never Party on Weekends.

Why ruin your weekends…?

Party on Weekdays – and – Enjoy your Weekend.

VIKRAM KARVE

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  1. This story is a fictional spoof, satire, 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. 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.in/2017/04/saturday-morning-post-how-to-enjoy-your.html

Revised and Updated Version of my Story First Posted Online by me Vikram Karve at 7/04/2014 12:20:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/07/humor-in-uniform-weekend-blues.html and later reposted at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/03/leisure-management-contrarian-wisdom.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/do-you-party-on-weekends.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/its-monday-let-party-begin.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/09/do-you-party-on-weekends.html

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