Saturday, January 25, 2014

METAMORPHOSIS AT SUNSET ON THE EVE OF REPUBLIC DAY

METAMORPHOSIS AT SUNSET ON THE EVE OF REPUBLIC DAY
Short Fiction - A STORY FOR REPUBLIC DAY 
By
VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

Here is a fiction short story I wrote more than 10 years ago on Republic Day...

Disclaimer:
1. This story is a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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METAMORPHOSIS AT SUNSET ON THE EVE OF REPUBLIC DAY

"How was your day?" she asks.

"Terrible," he says.

"Terrible?" 

"Everything is rotten out here! This country is going to the dogs because of this bloody corruption! They must do something about it."

"They? What 'they'? Who is this 'they' ?"

"I don't know. And I don't care, because I am getting out of here once and for all."

"Sanjiv, come on, how can you be so sure things are better out there? At least here, in our country, we are treated properly."

"Treated properly? My foot! Only the corrupt and powerful, the rich and wealthy, are having a ball. If you're honest, life is hell. They treat you like dirt. But one thing is sure. Once I'm an NRI, I'll be treated better. Look at way they pamper these NRI and expat chaps - they get all the top jobs, the dough, the recognition, the honors. It is pathetic, the way we put them on a pedestal - they enjoy best of both worlds and we even bestow them with all sorts of accolades and awards!"

"What rubbish!"

"Rubbish? Here, look at the newspaper. Just count the the number of NRI and PIO names in the Republic Day Awards List!"

"They must have done something for the country."

"Oh, yeah! Sure. They have done something for the country. But which country? Have they done anything for us?"

"What do you mean?"

"All they've done is make money for the company they work for over there, earned money and glory for themselves."

"So what is wrong with that? If they India is awarding them they may have done something ..."

"Done something? Of course these NRIs and PIOs may have done something for the country they live in - for America or for England or wherever they live. But what have they done for India?"

"Come on, don't be so bitter."

"Bitter? Why should I not be bitter. We pamper those who leave the country and go abroad and ignore the poor guys who stay behind to serve the country. It is very funny, and sad. This country values Non Resident Indians but cares a damn for its very own Resident Indians - it seems we still haven't got over the Colonial Raj hangover."

"Just forget all this Sanjiv and think positively. You've got a chance to stay here and do something, haven't you? Sanjiv. Don't go. Please!"

"Don't go? Please? Come on, Nalini. What's wrong with you? Why the hell should I stay here?"

"The IAS is the best thing in the world." 

"Oh yeah! Tell me. What's so great about rotting away in some back-of-the-beyond town like Jhumri Talaiya, or Beed, or Marwar Mundwa, which you only hear about on Vividh Bharati?"

"Come off it, it's not all that bad."

"And the bloody groveling and kowtowing the powers that be all your life?"

"The pay, the perks. "

"Pay, Perks? What are you talking about? I've told you about the mind-boggling amount I'm going to get out there, haven't I? What I will get here is peanuts compared to what I will earn there."

"So it's Seattle, not Mussoorie?"

"Yes. It's final. I've nothing left here now."

"Nothing?" tears start to well up in her eyes.

He puts his arms around her and says, "Please Nalini don't make it difficult for me."

"I'm thirsty. Come, let's have some chilled milk."
   
Hand in hand, the man and the woman cross Marine Drive, and amble to the Jai Jawan Stall, and order some chilled milk.

Suddenly a policeman arrives, bangs his lathi on the counter and shouts rudely at the old man inside the stall, "Abe Saale, Hafta kyon nahi deta?"

"I am a war veteran disabled soldier," the Jawan says proudly stamping his crutch on the ground in anger, "I lost my leg in combat, serving the nation".

"So what? Just pay up, you one-legged cripple, or I'll shove that crutch up your... "

Something suddenly snaps inside Sanjiv and he is filled with a terrible rage.

Sanjiv suddenly turns, catches the cop's collar, shoves him roughly, and shouts, "Just get out."
  
The stunned cop slowly recovers, talks on his cell phone, and within seconds a police jeep appears and they are all whisked away to the police station.

"Saale," the inspector says menacingly, "assaulting a policeman on duty... "

"Sir," a constable interrupts, "we found this in his pocket."

The constable hands over a paper to the inspector.

The inspector reads it, looks at Sanjiv, and goes inside to his superior's office. 

They discuss and reach a conclusion. 

There is no point taking punga with IAS types, even if he is just going to be a probationer.

"You are going to be IAS. You shouldn't do these things," the inspector says politely to Sanjiv, undergoing a total metamorphosis in his demeanor. 

Then the inspector sends his jeep to drop them back at the Jai Jawan Stall on Marine Drive.

"Thank you, Sahab. We need young people like you to sort things out," the disabled soldier at the Jai Jawan says gratefully, as they sip the deliciously soothing chilled milk.

"Hey, let's watch sunset," Nalini says.

They cross Marine Drive, run to the parapet and watch the breathtakingly beautiful spectacle as the tranquil blue sea begins to swallow the orange ball and the crimson rays dancing in the sky slowly dissolve into twilight.

"Your last sunset in India, isn't it?" she says, tears in her eyes.

He takes her in his arms, and they kiss, slow and prolonged, as if it were their first and last kiss.

And when it is finally over, he looks into her eyes and says, "Nalini, I am not going there. I have decided to stay here, where I belong. I am going join the IAS and do something for my country and my people."

"Really...? Why...? What happened...?" Nalini exults in incredulous delight.

Sanjiv does not answer. 

He looks into Nalini's eyes.

Then he tenderly puts his arm around her and together they watch the awesome metamorphosis at sunset on the eve of Republic Day. 

VIKRAM KARVE
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A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional  and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse - his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

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