Humor in Uniform - THE BOTTLE

HUMOUR IN UNIFORM

THE BOTTLE

WINE WOMEN and OFFICERS

Apocryphal Story of a Horny Commodore, a Nubile Nymph, her Ambitious Husband and two do-gooder Drunkards

A Spoof

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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1. Please read this apocryphal story only if you have a sense of humor. This yarn 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 for mature adults only, so if you are a kid, or an overly gender sensitive type, please skip this post.

3. 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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THE BOTTLE – An Apocryphal Story of a Horny Commodore, a Nubile Nymph, her Ambitious Husband and two do-gooder Drunkards – a Spoof By Vikram Karve

PROLOGUE

I am sure you have heard of the three vices: “Wine Women and Horses”

Now here is a story about “Wine Women and Officers”.

(Instead of “horses” we have “officers” – yes, officers in lieu of horses, as they say in the Navy).

The “wine” in the story is not really wine – it is something much stronger – liquor – booze – an alcoholic spirit called RUM.

THE CHARACTERS

There are a few women in the story, but there is only one “main character” – the “heroine” of the story – a beautiful “Nubile Nymph” – let us call her “N”.

The other women in the story are side characters, like “extras” in a movie.

And as far as the male protagonists are concerned – there are four naval officers in the story:

“C” – The Horny Commodore with a Roving Eye who has the hots for “N” (the “Nubile Nymph”)

“A” – The Ambitious Husband of our “Nubile Nymph” called “N”

“S” – The maverick neighbour of “A” and “N” – if I am to describe “S” in a nutshell – well, let’s say that “S” is more interested in “Wine” rather than “Women”

And, of course, the 4^th protagonist is me – yours truly – who is going to tell you the story.

Let’s start with “N”

We had nicknamed her “Nubile Nymph”

But in actual fact she was neither “nubile” (she was very much married) nor was she a “nymph” (she was no sex maniac – she was just a tease – she acted seductive and sexy to arouse the Horny Commodore).

Yes, “Nubile Nymph” was a tease – from time to time she gave the Horny Commodore the “come hither look” which got him all excited.

From the moment she had met him, Nubile Nymph “N” had observed that the Horny Commodore “C” had a roving eye.

“N” had instantly noticed that “C” had the “hots” for her.

“N” knew that she was sexually attractive and men were mesmerized by her.

If she wanted, she could have had the Horny Commodore on a platter.

But “N” was least interested in romancing with the Commodore.

“N” was not at all interested in having a full-fledged affair with “C”.

She was interested in furthering her own husband’s career.

“N” knew that in the Navy, a wife’s status depends on her husband’s rank

“N” knew her husband’s limitations.

Her husband “A” was quite a mediocre type as compared to his competitors.

But “N” had neutralized all that by enticing the Horny Commodore “C” by her tantalizing charms.

She teased the Horny Commodore “C”, titivated for him, wearing sexy outfits, gave him impish looks, and flirted with him, just to keep his hopes alive.

“N” had succeeded in doing this for the last one year, and this had earned her husband the best possible performance appraisal, what they call a thumping ACR, from “C”.

Now “N” knew that she had to continue to keep the fires burning in the Horny Commodore’s loins till the Horny Commodore “C” wrote her husband’s next ACR just before the promotion board.

Once her husband was promoted, and they moved on, there would be a new boss who she would have to work on, to mesmerize and bring under her spell.

The Horny Commodore “C” was going crazy.

He had heard wild rumours about wife swapping, swinging and key parties, but all those fantastic orgies lay in his imagination, as in his actual life he had never seen anything like that happening.

But now things seemed to be looking up, and the way “N” was tempting him, his hopes had been kindled.

The Horny Commodore “C” desperately wanted to have a go at the Nubile Nymph “N”, but he did not have the guts to go ahead.

Though in his imagination “C” had wild fantasies about himself rollicking with “N” – in actual life “C” was unable to realize his fantasies with “N” because he was shit scared of his own lawfully wedded wife who was a shrew and a real tough cookie.

The Horny Commodore’s wife knew of her husband’s proclivity for beautiful young women, especially his officers’ wives, and that is why she kept an eagle eye on him – she let his eye rove a bit, but kept him in firm check.

She let him give Nubile Nymph the “glad eye”, she let him flirt with “N”, but otherwise she kept him on a tight leash.

Metaphorically speaking, the Horny Commodore’s situation was akin to a drooling dog desperately yearning for a bitch in heat but unable to go ahead and mount her as he is held back firmly on leash by the master.

I told you about “C” (the Horny Commodore).

I told you about “N” (the Nubile Nymph).

Now let me tell you about “A” – the husband of “N”.

There are two types of ambitious officers in the navy.

The first type take their naval careers seriously from the moment they join the navy.

The second type comprise carefree bachelors, who suddenly turn ambitious the moment they get married.

“A” was of the second type.

His wife “N” was the driving force behind him, as far as his career was concerned.

He was quite happy with what “N” was doing.

It was thanks to his wife’s efforts that he had become the Commodore’s blue eyed boy.

The Careerist Officer “A” knew that his ambitious wife “N” would help him reach great heights of success.

THE STORY

Now, that I have told you about the characters, let me begin to tell you the story.

It was a Monday evening, my non-drinking day, and I was walking along the banks of the lake, enjoying the resplendent spectacle of the orange sun being swallowed up by the calm blue waters.

My reverie was disturbed by “A” who suddenly came behind me, almost dashing me with his scooter.

He wanted some training handbook.

“Hey, I am on my evening walk. The book is in my house. I will give it to you tomorrow in office,” I said.

“I want it urgently to prepare for tomorrow – I have a lecture in the morning,” he said, “I had gone to your house, but your wife told me you would be here.”

Irritated, I went with “A” on his scooter to my house.

I asked “A” to wait outside, and went inside, to my study, to get the book he wanted.

I was disappointed to see him sitting in the drawing room – my darling wife had invited him in.

I gave “A” the book he wanted.

Meanwhile, my wife had got him a glass of water, and asked him whether he would like to have a cup of tea.

“A” looked at his watch, looked at me, and said, “Tea? It’s already past sunset – let’s have a drink.”

“It is my non-drinking day,” I said rudely.

“So what?” my wife said, giving me a rude look of disbelief at my bad manners, “You can surely offer your guest a drink.”

I made him a rather stiff drink of Rum.

“How about you?” he asked.

So, just for appearances I poured myself a very mild drink of rum and water – though I enjoyed my drinks, I was not in the mood for drinking on that day, especially in the company of “A”.

I noticed that “A” was drinking quite fast – he had already finished his first drink, so I poured him one more.

“A” gulped down his second drink too – fast – down the hatch.

I poured him one more.

I was amazed at the speed at which “A” was drinking.

“A” was drinking as if it was his last day on earth.

Meanwhile, as was his habit, he had bummed my cigarettes too, lighting up cigarette after cigarette.

“I am enjoying myself,” he slurred, drinking and puffing away, “my wife does not let me smoke, she does not let me drink, she keeps nagging me – now I am really enjoying myself…”

Suddenly, the cigarette dropped from his lips and sweat broke out on his forehead – I knew the signs – “A” was drunk, in fact, he was badly drunk.

I wondered what to do.

But before I could do anything, “A” got up swiftly, staggered out of the house, started his scooter, and drove off.

He was driving his scooter in a meandering fashion, like a sinusoidal wave.

“Go fast,” my wife said, “see that he reaches home safely.”

I took my scooter, started it, and started driving towards his house.

There was no trace of “A” or his scooter.

I heard a voice calling out to me.

It was “S” – who was the next door neighbour of “A”.

“S” was walking on the road, on his way to the officers mess bar, for his daily evening drinking session, when he saw “A” driving his scooter into a ditch.

As far as drinking alcohol was concerned, “S” enjoyed a much better reputation than me.

If I was a “drinker”, then “S” was a “drunkard”.

But right now “S” was dead sober.

I stopped my scooter.

We went down into the ditch and saw that “A” had passed out, dead drunk.

Luckily, he was not injured.

We, “S” and me, hauled up “A” and dragged him up the slope.

“His scooter is still down there,” I said.

“S” said: “Sir, let the scooter be there – I will send someone to retrieve it in the morning.”

“Shall we take him to the MI Room? It is best we call the doctor too,” I asked.

“S” looked at “A” and said: “He is not hurt much – just a few bruises – let’s take him home – anyway Doc stays in our block – if required, I will call him.”

So, we mounted “A” on my scooter – me in front, “A” in between, and “S” behind holding tightly the limp and lifeless “A”.

It was a most difficult scooter drive – as the dead drunk “A” swung from side to side with “S” desperately clinging on.

Finally, we reached our destination.

It was not even 8 o’clock, and there was quite a big crowd outside the block – a birthday party was just over and lots of children, and their parents, officers, wives, were all standing there, chit chatting, before they went home.

We, “S” and me, lifted the dead drunk “A” on our shoulders, “S” taking the left arm of“A” and the right arm of the inebriated “A” over my shoulders.

Try to picture the scene.

Officers, wives, children, servants – all of them watching us carrying a totally intoxicated dead drunk “A” towards his house.

Suddenly, the Nubile Nymph “N” came out on her first floor balcony.

Obviously, she was shocked to see her husband “A” in this pitiable state, being carried by “S” and me, the two known acknowledged “drunkards” of the place.

Some officers came to help us and we carried “A” up the stairs and we deposited him on his bed.

THE BOTTLE

Next morning, the Horny Commodore “C” called me to his office.

He was furious.

“I know “S” is a bloody drunkard, but I did not expect you to do this,” he shouted.

“Sir, please listen…” I pleaded.

“Why did you force drinks on “A” and get him drunk? Do you know how upset his wife is? She was so distressed that she rang me up at night and I rushed to her place. You buggers had got “A” so badly drunk that he was puking all over the place and I had to call the doctor. I am very disappointed with you – and as far as “S” is concerned…”

“Sir, “S” wasn’t even there. It was “A” who came to my house. It was “A” who asked me for a drink and then got drunk – in fact, it was my non-drinking day – you can ask my wife – and then when “A” fell off the scooter, it was “S” who helped him out, Sir, it is “A” who is the real culprit – not “S” or me.”

“Don’t give me bullshit,” the Horny Commodore shouted, “I know buggers like you. And I know your bloody game – get a husband drunk and …”

“Sir, please don’t insinuate …” I interrupted angrily.

Seeing my tone, “C” held his tongue.

“And by the way, your blue eyed boy “A” is not a baby who can be forced to drink by thrusting a nipple into his mouth…” I said, and I left his office without saluting.

That evening, “S” and I sat in the bar and laughed at the whole episode.

It was “A” who had behaved like a jackass – and it was we, “S” and me, who got a bad name.

EPILOGUE

Out of the three of us, “A”, “S” and me, who do you think was most successful in his naval career?

You guessed right.

While “S” and I fell by the wayside, it was “A” who reached high rank duly propelled in his career by his ambitious wife “N”.

And yes, the Horny Commodore “C” is still desperately yearning for Nubile Nymph “N” even after his retirement.

VIKRAM KARVE

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1. 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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First Posted by me Vikram Karve on 22 March 2014 at 3/22/2014 12:02:00 AM in my blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/03/humor-in-uniform-wine-women-and.html