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Sharing and Caring – Love Story

February 18, 2020

Do you believe in Sharing and Caring…?

Here is a story from my Navy Days…

SHARING AND CARING

A Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve

Part 1 : SHARING

42 Years Ago (Circa 1978)

Our ship was getting ready to leave Cochin (Kochi) harbour.

(Those days – Kochi was called Cochin)

A Lieutenant in uniform came running up the gangway.

He gave me a packet and said:

“Can you please deliver this packet to my coursemate Lieutenant “X” in Bombay…”

(Those days – Mumbai was known as Bombay)

It was a small packet.

“Sure…” I said, “what is inside the packet…?”

“It is just some Ayurvedic Medicines for my coursemate’s wife. The name of my coursemate (Lieutenant “X”) – and his home address – everything is written on the packet…” the Lieutenant said.

On the day we reached Mumbai – in the evening – I stood outside the flat of Lieutenant “X”.

I rang the doorbell.

A chic young woman opened the door.

She was very attractive – and – I had to make an effort to take my eyes off her.

“Good evening, Ma’am – I have got your medicines from Cochin…” I said.

“My medicines…?” she said, looking confused.

Lieutenant “X” lives here – isn’t it…? So – you must be his wife…?” I said.

The beautiful woman smiled at me – and she said:

“Yes – Lieutenant “X” lives here – but – I am not his wife…”

“Oh…” I remarked.

“I am so sorry…” the woman said, “it was so rude of me to keep you waiting outside – please come in and make yourself comfortable. Let me get you a glass of water…”

I entered the drawing room and sat down on the sofa.

The woman got me a glass of water and sat down opposite me.

I placed the packet I had got from Cochin on the table – and I said to the woman: “Here are the Ayurvedic Medicines for Mrs. “X” – is she not at home…?”

“No – Mrs. “X” works late – she should be home around 7:30 PM – but – don’t worry – I will give her the packet…” the woman said.

“Are you her sister…?” I asked.

“No – No…” the woman interrupted me.

The gorgeous women gave me a alluring smile – and she said to me:

“I am Mrs. “Y” – we are still waiting to be allotted our married accomodation – this house has been allotted to Lieutenant “X” – my husband Lieutenant “Y” – and your friend Lieutenant “X” – they are coursemates – so – we are “sharing” accommodation with Lieutenant and Mrs. “X” …”

(In the 1970’s – there was a severe shortage of married accommodation in the Navy – especially in Mumbai – and the waiting time for Lieutenants was more than 2 years – so it was common practice for young Navy couples to share accommodation with their friends who were lucky to have been allotted married accommodation. Also – those days – most Lieutenants were married – since it took 11 years commissioned service to become a Lieutenant Commander – unlike today – after the AVS 2006 Cadre Review Bonanza – when you become a Lieutenant Commander in just 6 years service)

“Are you also a coursemate of Lieutenant “X” and my husband…?” Mrs. “Y” asked me.

“No – No – Ma’am – they must be a few years senior to me…” I said.

“Oh – so you are a friend of Lieutenant “X”…?” she said.

“No – Ma’am – I haven’t even met Lieutenant “X” – a Naval Officer in Cochin came to my ship and asked me to deliver this packet to Lieutenant “X”…” I said.

“Oh…” she said.

I looked at Mrs. “Y”.

Mrs. “Y” looked at me.

Sitting opposite me– Mrs. “Y” looked very gorgeous and alluring – and I felt mesmerized by her tantalizing beauty.

I was unnerved by the attraction I felt towards her – so I thought that it would be best for me to leave the scene…

So – I got up to leave.

“No – wait – it is already 5:30 PM – Lieutenant “X” should be home any minute…” Mrs. “Y” said.

“And – your husband – Lieutenant “Y” – he should be home too…?”

“No – my husband is sailing – he will be back next week…” Mrs. “Y” said.

The doorbell rang.

“Ah – that must be Lieutenant “X”…” said Mrs. “Y” – and – she quickly went to open the door.

Lieutenant “X” was in uniform.

He kept his scooter helmet on the rack.

Then – he looked at me.

I stood up.

I introduced myself.

“Oh yes – thanks a lot for getting the Ayurvedic Medicines from Cochin…” Lieutenant “X” said.

“You are welcome, Sir…” I said.

“Hey – I will just go in and change into ‘civvies’ and freshen up…” Lieutenant “X” said to me.

Then – Lieutenant “X” looked at Mrs. “Y” – and – he said to her:

“Hey – why don’t you make some nice coffee for all of us…?”

“Filter Coffee is already ready for you – and – I have made your favourite upma as ‘tiffin’ too…” Mrs. “Y” said to Lieutenant “X”.

“Wow – that’s great…” Lieutenant “X” said – and he went inside to change.

After eating the delicious upma and drinking the refreshing filter coffee – I got up to leave – but Lieutenant “X” said to me:

“Hey – why don’t you stay for dinner – we’ll go for a walk on the seashore – we will have a drink at the club – by then – my wife should be back – you can meet her – and – we will all have dinner together…”

“Thanks a lot, Sir – but I have to get back to my ship…” I said.

“Come on – stay for dinner…” Lieutenant “X” insisted.

“I would have loved to have dinner with you, Sir – but someone is “holding the deck” for me…” I lied.

“Oh – then you must go back to your ship – but you must come over and have dinner with us sometime…” Lieutenant “X” said.

So – I said goodbye to Lieutenant “X” and Mrs. “Y” – and I went back to my ship.

I could not meet Lieutenant “X” again – and the dinner never materialized – as our ship sailed off on a long deployment to the eastern seas – and midway – I was disembarked at Madras Port (Chennai) – for proceeding on transfer to a shore based instructional appointment in a ‘Stone Frigate’ at Jamnagar.

7 YEARS LATER(Circa 1985)

Part 2 : CARING

Circa 1985

One evening – I was walking on Main Street (MG Road) in Pune – and suddenly – I ran into Lieutenant “X”.

He recognized me and said:

“Hi there – so nice to see you here…”

“Delighted to see you too, Sir…” I said.

“You just disappeared from the Radar…?” Lieutenant “X” said.

“Sir – my ship sailed off to the East – then – I was transferred to Jamnagar – then – I was selected for M. Tech. at IIT Delhi – then – I did an appointment in Delhi – and now – I have been recently appointed as faculty in IAT Pune…” I said.

“That’s great…” Lieutenant “X” said, “I too quit the Navy a few years ago and I now work in the industry…”

He pulled out his wallet – extracted a business card – and gave it to me.

I looked at the business card.

Lieutenant “X” (now Ex-Lieutenant “X”) was a Manager in a prestigious company.

“My home address is written on the reverse of the card – I live in Aundh – and now that you are Pune – you must visit us – especially if you come to Aundh side…” he said.

“Sure, Sir…” I said – and we bid each other ‘goodbye’.

A few days later – one evening – I happened to be in Aundh.

I remembered the brief meeting with Ex-Lieutenant “X” on Main Street.

I pulled out his business card from my wallet – looked at his residential address on the reverse side of the card – and I discovered that I was standing right below his apartment block.

I decided to visit Ex-Lieutenant “X” – and soon – I was standing outside his flat.

I rang the doorbell.

A woman opened the door.

I was stunned.

The woman was Mrs. “Y”.

Seeing the bewildered expression on my face – the woman gave me a mischievous smile – and she naughtily said to me:

“Yes – Lieutenant “X” lives here – and now – I am his wife…”

Part 3 : EPILOGUE

Later – when I reached home – I told my wife about how Mrs. “Y” had become Mrs. “X”

So– thanks to “sharing” and “caring” – Lieutenant “X” and Mrs. “Y”– had now become – Ex-Lieutenant “X” and New Mrs. “X”

Later – I found out that Lieutenant “X” had not quit the Navy on his own.

But – in fact – Lieutenant “X” had been asked to resign from the Navy for “stealing the affection” of Mrs. “Y” – who was his “brother officer’s wife”.

“Housemates” had become “Actual Mates”

Lieutenant “X” had got married to Mrs. “Y”

I wondered whether Lieutenant “Y” had got married to Mrs. “X” and the “spouse swap” was complete…?

There is a saying in the Navy:

“Learn from history – or – you are doomed to repeat it…”

And – my wife had certainly learnt a lesson from the story of Lieutenant “X” and Mrs. “Y”

This was evident from the episode narrated below.

One evening – a young couple came over to meet us – my Navy coursemate and his wife.

“I have come for a 3 month course to IAT – and I brought my wife along – but they are not allowing my wife to stay in the Officers’ Mess…” he said.

“Yes – wives are not allowed for short courses…” I said.

“We were wondering if you could share your accommodation with us – you have got such a big house…” my coursemate said.

“Yes – please let us stay with you – otherwise I will have to go back…” my coursemate’s lovely wife pleaded with me – and she gave me a tender loving beseeching look.

Mesmerized by her seductive gaze – I was about to agree to my coursemate’s wife’s request to share our home with them.

But suddenly – my wife interjected and she said to the lady:

“I am sorry – but – we do not share accommodation…”

“Please let us stay in your home – it is only for 3 months – I promise you that we will not be any trouble…” my coursemate’s wife begged my wife.

“I am sorry – but – as a “matter of principle” – we do not share our home with anyone – we do not want “housemates”…” my wife said firmly with a decisive tone.

Then – my wife excused herself and went inside into the bedroom.

VIKRAM KARVE

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

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/housemates.html

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This is a revised re-post of my story CARING AND SHARING posted online by me Vikram Karve earlier in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on 08 Nov 2015 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/11/sharing-and-caring-humor-in-and-out-of.htmland http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/12/humor-in-uniform-lieutenant-x-and-mrs-y.htmland https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/do-you-believe-in-sharing-and-caring/and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/humor-in-uniform-care-but-dont-share.html

Humor in Uniform – Rules of Love

February 18, 2020

Humor in Uniform

MILITARY RULES OF LOVE – or – DOUBLE STANDARDS

A Spoof By Vikram Karve

STEALING AFFECTIONS  Story by VIKRAM KARVE

It was an abrupt end to a promising career.

In the morning – Horny was forced to put in his papers – yes – Horny was forced to resign from the Navy – to “swallow the anchor” – so to speak.

In the afternoon there was a brief farewell party – a drab Pre-Lunch Drinks (PLD) in the Wardroom.

The usual boisterous bonhomie and spirit of camaraderie was conspicuous by its absence – and there was an air of awkwardness in the Wardroom.

The farewell PLD for Horny was a mere formality – to be got over with quickly.

The party was muted low-key affair – without the customary boisterous elbow-bending.

Everyone reluctantly sipped their beer in hushed silence – hoping that time would move fast – and the PLD would be over.

But – time did not move quickly – and they all endured the agonizing moments – as time crawled slowly – while they all waited for the uncomfortable proceedings to end.

No one forced “down the hatch” drinks – and “bottoms up” beers – on the departing guest.

There were no “jolly-good-fellow” hoists – and there were no long winded farewell speeches – just one-line perfunctory speeches for the sake of formality.

Typically – a PLD was a jolly affair full of joie de vivre – cheer and beer – both flowed freely.

Normally – the happy high-spirited copious beer-drinking continued for hours together – till evening – and on occasions – the boisterous revelry turned into a full-fledged drunken orgy – late into the night.

But – this PLD finished off within an hour – and everyone heaved a sigh of relief that the embarrassment was over.

All the Ship’s Officers – they all shook hands with Horny – wished him good-luck in the “civvy-street” – and they all went home – or to their cabins – to hit the sack – and to enjoy what was left of the “make-and-mend” – on the hot Wednesday afternoon.

Only Snotty stayed back – and helped Horny pack his bags.

Then – he sent a sailor to get a taxi – and – when the taxi arrived alongside the ship at the jetty – Snotty picked up Horny’s bags and accompanied him to the gangway.

A sailor picked up Horny’s bags – and he put them into the boot of the taxi.

Horny stood at the gangway – expressionless.

Horny did not betray his emotions – but kept gazing in a vacant manner at the taxi.

Horny turned around and smiled at Snotty and the gangway duty staff.

Then – Horny lifted himself to his full height – he stood ramrod straight with chest out.

Horny saluted for the last time – “swallowed the anchor” – and then – Horny marched ashore across the gangway into the “civvy-street” forever.

Snotty felt sad to see Horny go away.

Horny had been his mentor – and Snotty admired him as a role model in the art of seamanship.

Though Horny was his boss – he had always treated Snotty like a younger brother – with benevolence and patience.

Horny was firm, yet compassionate – he was loved and revered by the men he commanded.

Horny ran a happy department – and Snotty had learnt so much from him.

Snotty had really liked Horny – and he was sorry that such a promising career had been abruptly cut short in such a cruel and unjust manner.

Snotty went down to the Ship’s Wardroom – and he sat down for lunch at the Dining Table.

In order to enjoy good food – one has to be in the right mood – and that is why the delicious food which looked so good on the table – the food turned tasteless in Snotty’s mouth.

“What’s wrong, Snotty…?” asked the PMC – who was nicknamed “Sea Dog”.

The PMC was an in-living Officer – so – he was having lunch on board ship – while the married officers had gone home for Lunch after the PLD.

As is customary – the PMC was sitting at the head of the table.

“Nothing, Sir. It’s about Horny…” Snotty answered.

“What about Horny…? I know he was your boss. You seem to be very sad to see him go…” the PMC said.

“Yes, Sir. Horny was such a nice guy, Sir – and he was so good at his job.”

“I know. I was his training officer on the cadet ship. Horny was an outstanding cadet and a superb officer. He would have reached the very top – but for this thing…”

“It’s totally unfair, Sir – and a very harsh punishment – an abrupt end to a promising career – just because of one small indiscretion.”

“One small indiscretion…? You call it one small indiscretion…? You know what he did – don’t you…?”

“Well – Horny was having an affair with Salty’s wife – that’s all…”

“That’s all…? Do you know how serious the matter is…?”

“Sir – if two people want to have consensual sex – what’s the problem…?”

“What’s the problem…? You are asking me what’s the problem…? Well – my dear friend – let me explain. Horny was married – and so was Salty. And – Horny was having an illicit relationship with Salty’s wife. It’s called adultery. Do you understand…?” the PMC said.

“Sir – it is a personal matter between them and their wives. What has it got to do with our job…? Why has Horny been sacked…?” Snotty asked.

“That may so be in the “civvy street” – but here in the Navy – we follow a code of conduct. “Stealing the affection” of a brother officer’s wife is strictly taboo. Such affairs are strictly forbidden. In the Navy – if you are feeling so damn frustrated – you can go and sow your wild oats elsewhere – but you don’t steal the affections of a brother officer’s wife… ” the PMC said.

“Stealing affection of a brother officer’s wife…?”

“Yes. Stealing the affection of a brother officer’s wife is just not allowed. It is considered an act of moral turpitude – conduct unbecoming of an officer – and conduct prejudicial to good order and naval discipline. That is why Horny was thrown out. Do you understand…?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Sir, I have a small doubt…?”

“What doubt…?”

“You can’t steal the affection of a brother officer’s wife because it is an act of moral turpitude…?”

“That’s right. It is immoral to steal the affections of your brother officer’s wife…”

“You can’t steal the affection of a brother officer because it is illegal. That is what they told us at the Academy…”

“Of course it is illegal. You cannot “steal the affection” of a “Brother Officer”. Buggery is unlawful. Those bygone seafaring days of the “Rum Bum Lash” Navy are long since over…” the PMC said.

“Sir – please tell me one thing…”

“Yes.”

“You cannot steal the affection of a “Brother Officer’s Wife” because it is “immoral”…”

“Yes.”

“You cannot steal the affection of a “Brother Officer” because it is unlawful”…”

“Yes.”

“Then – why is it permitted to steal the affection of your “Sister Officer”…?”

“Stealing the affections of a “Sister Officer”…? What are you talking about…?” the PMC asked Snotty.

“Sir – nowadays we have Lady Officers in the Navy…”

“So…?”

“If Male Officers are like our “Brothers” – then – Women Officers are like our “Sisters”. Isn’t that true, Sir…?” Snotty asked the PMC.

“That’s right – Lady Officers are indeed your Sister Officers. And – that is exactly how you must treat them…” the PMC said.

“If you steal the affections of your sister – does that not amount to “incest”…?” Snotty asked the PMC.

Incest…? What are you trying to say…?”

“Sir – tell me – are you allowed to marry your sister…?”

“No. Of course not…” the PMC said.

Snotty asked the PMC:

“Then why are male officers being permitted to marry female officers…?

Why are Brother Officers stealing the affections of Sister Officers – and even marrying them. 

Isn’t it funny, Sir…? 

Today she is your “Sister” officer – and tomorrow – she becomes your Wife… 

“What’s your point…?” the PMC asked Snotty.

“It is all very confusing to me, Sir…”

“Confusing…? What is confusing…?” the PMC said.

Snotty looked at the PMC and said:

“You can steal the affection of your “sister officer” – you can even marry your “sister officer” – that is allowed.

Also – “sister officers” can steal the affections of their “brother officers” – and even marry them – that is permitted.

But Sir – please tell me: 

If “incestuous” relationships between “brother officers” and “sister officers” are considered okay – then – why make such a big hullabaloo if you “steal the affection” of a “brother officer’s wife”…?”

“Very interesting question. I think I will have to ask my wife to answer your question…” the PMC said.

“Your wife…? I thought you were a bachelor, Sir…” Snotty said, surprised.

“And why is that…?” the PMC said.

“Because you are “in-living”, Sir. If you are married – why do you live like a bachelor on board the ship…? Why don’t you live with your wife in married accommodation…?”

“Well – my wife is posted to New Delhi. So – at present – I am a “Married Bachelor”. That is why I am “in-living”…” the PMC said.

“Oh…” Snotty said, “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t know…”

“And – by the way – you will be interested to know – my wife is a “Sister Officer” – in your parlance…” the PMC said.

“What…? Sir…? Your wife is a “Sister Officer”…?”

“Yes – my wife is a Lady Naval Officer. She is a “Sister” Navy Officer. So – it looks like I am involved in an “Incestuous Relationship” – as you put it so succinctly…”

“Sir – I didn’t know. I am sorry – Sir – I am very sorry … ”

“No. No. Dear Snotty. Why are you feeling sorry…? On the contrary – it is I – who should feel sorry. Yes – I should feel sorry. After all – I am guilty of “stealing the affection” of a “Sister Officer” – isn’t it…?” the PMC said, breaking into laughter.

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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This story was written by me Vikram Karve around 8 years ago in the year 2012 and posted online by me a number of times including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/10/stealing-affections.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/02/taboo-forbidden-love.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/humor-in-uniform-stealing-affection.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/11/humor-in-uniform-rules-of-love.html and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/05/28/humor-stealing-affections/https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/05/28/humor-stealing-affections/  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/05/28/humor-stealing-affections/  etc

Humor in Uniform – “Rewards” of Office

February 18, 2020

Humor in Uniform

“REWARDS” OF OFFICE aka RANK HAS ITS PRIVILEGES (RHIP)

A Spoof By Vikram Karve 

This story happened more than 20 years ago – when everyone in the Navy started using Personal Computers (PCs).

Laptops were not popular (or probably had not yet made their appearance).

And – Smartphones were non-existent.

In the Navy – though we used PCs in Office – most of us still didn’t own a personal PC at home.

Those days – in relative terms – PCs were quite expensive.

Since – in the Navy – the pay you got was quite moderate – you had to apply for a “Personal Computer Advance” (“PC Advance”) for buying a Personal Computer.

And – you paid back the “PC Advance” with interest in instalments deducted from your pay for the next few years.

I had duly applied for the “PC Advance”.

And – as is usual in the Navy – I was put in the queue – and – I was patiently awaiting my turn.

One Monday morning – after our customary weekly Meeting – my Boss said to me:

“By the way – your PC Advance had been sanctioned – I just saw the letter and cheque in the “Dak Folder” – you can collect it from my PA on your way back…”

“That’s great, Sir…” I said, “I will order the PC today itself…”

“Have you selected which PC to buy…?” my Boss asked me.

“Yes, Sir – I have done an extensive “market survey” and selected the state-of-the-art PC…” I said to my Boss.

“Which one…?” he asked me.

I told him the brand and model of the PC which I wanted to buy.

“Oh – I have heard that it the “top of the line” PC in the market right now. But – it is quite expensive – isn’t it…?” my Boss said.

“Yes, Sir – that is why I had to take a “PC Advance” for buying the PC…” I said.

“When are you going to buy the PC…?” my Boss asked me.

“Today, Sir – in the evening…” I said.

“I will come with you – I need a PC too – and – I think I will buy the same PC – I have some savings in the bank…” my Boss said.

“Sure, Sir…” I said to my Boss.

But – before I tell you the story further – let me tell that my Boss (a Commodore) was a man of ethics and integrity – he was scrupulously honest and upright – a man of principles.

In fact – he was my outgoing Boss – since he was under transfer.

He would soon take up his new appointment as Commanding Officer of a premier shore establishment (a stone frigate) – a prestigious appointment  – which was a stepping stone to Flag Rank.

Listening to our conversation – there was another person sitting inside the room – my “New Boss” – another Commodore – who was going to take over from our “Old Boss”.

In fact – the Handing-Over/Taking-Over process was already in progress.

The “New Boss” said to my “Old Boss”:

“Why are you wasting your money buying a Personal Computer…?”

The “Old Boss” looked surprised – and – he said to the “New Boss”:

“Is buying a PC a “waste of money”…? I need a Personal Computer – so – I think it is certainly money well spent…”

“But – you are going as Commanding Officer…” the “New Boss” said.

“That is why I want to buy the PC here in Mumbai – before going away on transfer. Don’t you think that here – in Mumbai – I will get a better choice – rather than in that small place…?” the “Old Boss” said.

“I did not mean it that way…” the “New Boss” said.

“Then – what did you mean…?” the “Old Boss” said.

The “New Boss” said to my “Old Boss”:

“You are going as Commanding Officer – you just tell your Executive Officer that you want a PC in your house – and – they will put the best PC in your house for your personal use. They will even procure the best PC model you want – in case it is not available there…”

The “Old Boss” ignored what the “New Boss” was saying.

In fact – the “Old Boss” turned his face towards me – and he said to me:

“I will come to your house at Churchgate around 5:30 in the evening – and – we can go the Computer Showroom from there – is it okay…?”

“Aye, Aye, Sir…” I said.

The “Old Boss” then asked me to take the “New Boss” to my Department – to show him around – and brief him about the important activities and projects.

On the way – the “New Boss” made a caustic comment about the “Old Boss”:

“He is a rigid and dogmatic officer who refuses to avail the perks and privileges of rank. It is “Over-Honest” people like him who make all of us look “Corrupt”…”

EPILOGUE

In most organizations – especially in the Military – the “compensation” or “rewards” you receive can be divided into 3 categories:

  1. Formal – official pay and perks.
  1. Informal – privileges of rank and position (RHIP = Rank Has Its Privileges)
  1. Hidden – opportunities for misuse of rank and position for corrupt practices.

Well – “Ethics and Values” differ from person to person.

The “Old Boss” believed that using office items for personal use was tantamount to “misuse of rank and position” and was a corrupt practice (Category 3)

The “New Boss” believed that using office items for personal use was a “Privilege of Rank” and there was nothing wrong about it (Category 2)

Dear Reader: What do you feel…?

VIKRAM KARVE

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

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve:  http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/01/humor-in-uniform-rewards-of-office-aka.html

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