LOVEMAKING ON SUNDAY MORNING

MAKING LOVE TO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON SUNDAY MORNING

A Passionate Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Today is Sunday and right now it a glorious Sunday Morning.

I do not know why, but during my morning walk I suddenly remembered this story which I had written long back, more than 10 years ago, in the year 2004, after a beautiful Sunday Morning Walk in Mumbai.

So, let me dig deep into my creative writing archives, and pull out this love story for you to read...

Enjoy your Sunday (and do tell me if you liked my Sunday Morning Romance Story)

LOVEMAKING ON SUNDAY MORNING – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

I love making love on a Sunday morning. 

I make love to a beautiful woman on Sunday morning – yes, I make love to her with my eyes.

Here is how we make love.

Tell me, what does a beautiful woman do when a handsome young man like me looks at her in an insistent, lingering sort of way, which is worth a hundred compliments? 

I’ll tell you what she does.

First, she realizes I am looking at her.

Then she accepts being looked at by me.

Finally she begins to look at me in return.

  

Suddenly her eyes become hard.

And she grills me with a stern stare that makes me uncomfortable.

    

Scared and discomfited, I quickly avert my eyes and try to disappear into the crowd. 

I feel ashamed of having eyed her so blatantly.

“What will she think of me?” I wonder. 

But soon, by instinct and almost against my will, my eyes begin searching, trying to find her again.

Ah, there she is. 

She stands at the fruit-stall, buying fruit.

She is an exquisite beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed, her luxuriant black hair flows down her back, her sharp features accentuated by the morning sun, her nose slightly turned up, so slender and transparent, as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I am mesmerized.

Never before had anyone evoked such a delightful tremor of thrilling sensation in me.

An unknown force propels me towards the fruit-stall. 

I stand near her and made pretence of choosing a papaya, trying to look at her with sidelong glances when I think she isn’t noticing.

She notices.

She looks at me.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful – enormous, dark, expressive.

Suddenly her eyes began to dance.

Seeing the genuine admiration in my eyes, she gives me smile so captivating that I experience a delightful twinge in my heart.

She selects a papaya and extends her hands to give it to me.

Our fingers touch.

The feeling is electric. 

It is sheer ecstasy. 

I feel so good that I wish time would stand still.

I cannot begin to describe the lovely sensation I feel deep within me.

I try to smile.

She communicates an unspoken goodbye with her eyes.

Then, she briskly walks away.

Three months have passed. 

She has never misses her Sunday morning love date with me – same time, same place, every Sunday – at precisely Seven o’clock in the morning.

But, my dear Reader, do you know that not a word has been exchanged between us.

We just make love every Sunday morning using the language of our eyes.

Then, we part with an unspoken good-bye.

Once I was slightly late for our rendezvous.

I could see her eyes desperately searching for me.

And when her eyes found me, her eyes danced with delight, and her eyes began making love to my eyes.

Tell me, is there any lovemaking that can surpass our fascinating alluring lovemaking?

It feels like the supreme bliss of non-alcoholic intoxication.

Should I speak to her?

I do not know.

Why doesn’t she speak to me?

I do not know.

Does one have to speak to express love? 

Are words from the mouth the only way to communicate love?

Maybe we both want our beautiful romance to remain this way.

Our silent love making with our eyes – so lovely, so esoteric, so exquisite, so pristine, so platonic, so divine, so fragile, so delicate, so sensitive, so delicately poised.

Just one word would spoil everything.

Yes, just one word would destroy our enthralling state of trance-like bliss, and bring everything crashing down from supreme ecstasy to harsh ground reality.

I think it is best to let our exquisite Sunday morning lovemaking go on for ever and ever, till eternity.

What do you feel, Dear Reader?

How long should we go making love like this?

Tell me, should I make a move, talk to her, break the spell...?

Tell me, My Dear Reader – Should I talk to her and express my love – or is it best to remain silent and let our beautiful platonic lovemaking bloom in ethereal silence?

I will do exactly as you say.

Till then, I will make love to the beautiful woman every Sunday morning – yes, I will make love to her with my eyes.

VIKRAM KARVE

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I wrote this story 10 years ago, in the year 2004, and I have posted it online earlier in my creative writing blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/10/making-love-to-beautiful-woman-on.html 

“JOINTMANSHIP” – NAVY DAY IN PUNE : Humor in and “out of” Uniform

Humor in and “out of” Uniform

“JOINTMANSHIP” – NAVY DAY IN PUNE

A Spoof

By

VIKRAM KARVE

“IF ONLY”

Now that I am in my autumn years, I sometimes wistfully say to myself: “If only I had bought a house in South Mumbai?”

(This is probably the sole “if only” regret I have)

You may ask: “How can an honest naval officer afford a house in South Mumbai?”

(In fact, if you are an honest naval officer it will be difficult for you to buy a house in any part of Mumbai)

But I feel that if only I had been “money smart” in my early navy days, in the 1970’s and 1980’s, then maybe a house in Mumbai could have been possible.

Yes – “if only” I had been “money smart” and “invested” wisely instead of blowing up my salary having a good time and “saving” what little remained of it into my Provident Fund.

But, if I had been “money smart” I would not have joined the Navy in the first place.

So this whole “if only” premise is a non sequitur going around in circles.

So, my advice to young Naval Officers is – after retirement, it is best to settle down in Mumbai, which is the premier Navy Station – or at least in a coastal city like Visakhapatnam (Vizag), Kochi, Chennai, Kolkata, Goa etc where there is a naval presence – or even in Delhi/NCR where the mighty “Northern Naval Command” is located.

This is because if you settle down in a landlocked place like Pune after you retire from the Navy, you tend to “burn your bridges” with your erstwhile service.

The only redeeming grace is the Indian Navy Foundation – a purely social organization set up to facilitate fraternal relations between retired naval officers.

Luckily, the Navy Foundation has a “chapter” (aka “charter”) at Pune.

Membership is voluntary – and I am glad I became a member, because the quarterly Navy Foundation Pune Charter (NFPC) meetings are the best occasions for meeting and renewing bonds with my former navy buddies.

Now, after retirement, my only “lifeline” with the Indian Navy is the Navy Foundation Pune Charter (NFPC)  which organizes meets once in a quarter at convenient locations in Pune.

A few months ago, on the 28^th of September 2014 to be precise, NFPC organized a wonderful get-together at Lonavala (thanks to the warm hospitality of CO INS Shivaji and his young naval officers).

On the way back from the picnic, while we were travelling back to Pune by bus, someone suggested National Defence Academy (NDA) as the venue for the next NFPC meet.

“We will have to wait till NDA has a Navy Commandant, or till at least a Navy Deputy Commandant comes to NDA,” the NFPC office-bearers said.

Some navy veterans were quite surprised, but then we understood – maybe the NFPC office-bearers did not want to suffer a repeat of the previous year’s harrowing experience of “jointmanship” when the army “pongos” had put them in a spin and made them run from pillar to post.

Let me tell you about the NFPC navy veterans’ “jointmanship” experience in November/December 2013.

“JOINTMANSHIP” – NAVY WEEK 2013

Customarily, the Navy Foundation Pune Charter (NFPC), has a get-together of retired veteran naval officers and families on the last day of the Navy Week, on the Sunday following Navy Day (4^th December).

In mid-2013, the NFPC officer bearers had discovered a lovely venue for Navy Foundation get-togethers – a resto-cum-lounge bar called Atlantis conveniently located in Wanowrie and the meet held there was appreciated by one and all

Accordingly, a lunch was planned on the 8^th of December 2013 (last day of the Navy Week) at Atlantis, the popular convenient tried-and-tested venue, having amenities like valet parking, affordable, with excellent ambience and providing delicious food – ideal for senior citizen veterans and families.

However, a few “oldie-goldie” naval officers of the “old mould” opined that the function should be held at a “Military” venue.

Though these oldie-goldies were in a miniscule minority, in deference to their wishes, the organizers agreed.

Accordingly, the NFPC office bearers duly approached the army authorities, only to be subjected to a profuse dose of “jointmanship”.

I heard that the army “pongos” put the navy veterans in a spin and made them run from pillar to post, and after having made the hapless navy veterans trudge back-and-forth obtaining so-called “approvals”, they finally agreed to give the RSI venue on 22^nd of December.

(Of course, the office bearers were “warned” that this date could be cancelled anytime subject to “exigencies of service” – a euphemism for “whims and fancies” of the army in the context of this case).

The “pongos” did not seem to understand the sanctity of having a “Navy Week” function during the Navy Week – or maybe they just don’t care – or maybe they wanted to subject the navy veterans to dose of “jointmanship”.

Unfortunately, the Navy Veterans could do nothing about it and they had no choice but to “like it or lump it” since here, in Pune, it is the Army that calls the shots.

So, thanks to “jointmanship”, the “Navy Week” get-together of NFPC was held on 22 December 2013.

So, in the year 2013, Navy Veterans of Pune celebrated “Navy Week” two weeks after Navy Week was over.

“JOINTMANSHIP” – NAVY WEEK 2014

As I told you earlier, on the way back from the wonderful Lonavala picnic meet, some ex-NDA navy veterans suggested NDA as the venue for the “Navy Week NFPC Meet”.

The NFPC officer bearers were quite skeptical and remarked: “We will have to wait till NDA has a Navy Commandant, or at least a Navy Deputy Commandant comes to NDA.”

(Maybe they did not want to have a repeat of the similar harrowing “jointmanship” experience (narrated above) when the “pongos” had put them in a spin and made them run from pillar to post).

However, they agreed to pursue the matter with NDA and explore the possibility of having the Navy Week NFPC Meet in NDA.

As they had expected, their efforts were torpedoed by the torpedo of “jointmanship”.

I remembered the Navy Foundation Officer Bearers’ prophetic words (uttered in the bus on the way back from Lonavala): “We will have to wait till NDA has a Navy Commandant, or till at least a Navy Deputy Commandant comes to NDA.”

(At present, NDA has an Air Force Commandant and Army Deputy Commandant).

So, Navy Veterans of Pune who want to celebrate Navy Day in NDA will have to wait till December 2015, when hopefully there will be a Navy Commandant (or Deputy Commandant) in NDA – and we can have the NFPC get-together in style at the picturesque peacock bay, like the unforgettable lunch we had in a few years ago.

Cheers to “jointmanship”.

However, all is not lost – there is a big difference between “organizational jointmanship” and “personal jointmanship”.

You can see glorious examples of genuine jointmanship – albeit at a personal level – in the well-stocked liquor bars of defence services clubs, institutes and officers’ messes, when the “spirits” go in.

Hey, remember this is a spoof, so take it with a pinch of salt, or a gulp of rum, have a laugh, and have good day.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Humor in Uniform - NEVER BULLSHIT A BULLSHITTER - OFFICERSHIP AT SEA

HUMOUR IN UNIFORM

Here is a hilarious story from my “Humor in Uniform” Archives – a bit of tongue-in-cheek humour.

NEVER BULLSHIT A BULLSHITTER

A Spoof

By

VIKRAM KARVE

PROLOGUE

There is a saying: “No one is indispensable”.

However, in the 1980’s, with the induction of new ships with modern weapons/equipment and sophisticated propulsion systems, I observed that, on many ships, there were a number of sailors, especially in the Technical Branches, mainly artificers, who were considered “indispensable”.

Whether these individuals were genuinely indispensable or not, I do not know, and I suspect not.

But the fact of the matter was that the Captain and Head of Department (HOD) wanted that particular “indispensable” sailor on board the ship during his one year tenure – so that his tenure passed without a hiccup, especially on that crucial weapon system handled by the “indispensable” sailor.

In fact, the Captain/HOD often got the transfers of these “indispensable” sailors cancelled, and I remember a case of “poaching” too, which resulted in an ugly exchange of correspondence, including signals, between the two rival ships involved.

Another offshoot was that these “indispensable” sailors acquired immense “expert power” (which sometimes overwhelmed “position power”) and they developed a tendency to bullshit.

Here is the hilarious story of one such “indispensable” sailor.

OFFICERSHIP AT SEA – A Spoof by Vikram Karve

“P” – THE “INDISPENSABLE” CHIEF PETTY OFFICER (CPO) 

On our ship we had a Chief Petty Officer – let’s call him “P”.

P was a part of the commissioning crew.

P had remained on the ship continuously without break for more than seven years.

Every time P’s transfer came, the Captain would get P’s transfer cancelled.

Every Captain wanted P to remain on board during his tenure, since P was “indispensable”.

P was indispensable since he was a specialist on a key weapon system.

With increasing years of experience, P gained more and more expertise, and soon he was the unsurpassed expert on the system.

Every Captain knew that with P on board, it would be smooth sailing as far as that crucial weapon system was concerned.

So every new Captain ensured that, during his command tenure, P was kept on board the ship.

It was a Catch-22 situation.

The more P served at sea on board the ship, the more P yearned to go for an appointment ashore.

But conversely, the more P served on board the ship – the more specialist expertise he acquired – and the more he became “indispensable” – and his chances of going ashore became lesser and lesser.

P was fed up – seven continuous years at sea were taking its toll on his health and, also, his family life was adversely affected.

P was delighted when he got his transfer order to a training establishment ashore as an instructor.

But unfortunately, the incoming new Captain got P’s transfer cancelled.

P represented against the cancellation of his transfer – he had served 7 long years continuously on a frontline warship and desperately wanted to go ashore.

I took P to meet the Captain.   

“Don’t worry. You just remain on the ship for my tenure. The moment my transfer comes, I will see to it that you are transferred to some good place ashore – in fact, I will get you a choice transfer to the shore establishment of your choice,” the new Captain assured P.

Despite the Captain’s assurance, P seemed dejected.

When I tried to commiserate with him, P said cynically: “Forget it, Sir. Every Captain says the same thing. Captains come and go, all of you come and go, but I am destined to remain stuck in this hellhole forever.”

THE BULLSHITTER XO (Executive Officer)

A few days later a new XO (second-in-command) arrived – a hot-shot “spit and polish” Commander who had spent most of his time on training ships and establishments.

He boasted that he was going to “kick us into shape”.

On the very first day of sailing, I was summoned to his cabin.

The XO was seated in his chair.

P was standing in front of him, not at attention, but in his usual casual manner.

P had the cavalier bearing of a sailor who has been at sea for a long time.

The Master-at-arms was standing behind P.

The XO shouted at me: “I was taking rounds and your Chief was moving around in a slovenly manner in the alleyway. He was almost nude, dressed in a bloody filthy skimpy lungi  – and even his bloody lungi was at half-mast...”

“Sir, I was going for my bath …” P interrupted.

“Shut up!” the XO shouted furiously at P.

Then the XO turned to me and said: “The bugger did not even bother to salute me…”

Again P interrupted, “Sir, in this ship we don’t salute below decks…”

The XO stood up to his full height.

Then the XO looked menacingly at P, and he shouted at P:

“Don’t bloody bullshit – and you don’t try to act smart with me – I have sorted out many funny chaps like you...”

“Sir, why are you threatening at me? I told you ...” P pleaded.

On hearing this, the XO glowered at P and then the XO angrily roared at P:

“If you misbehave with me, I will throw you out of this ship.”

P (a Chief Petty Officer) looked at the XO (a Commander) squarely in the eye and said:

“Sir, if you get me transferred out of this ship, I will give you a party in a 5-star hotel.”

I almost burst out laughing, but I controlled myself.

In order to avoid the situation deteriorating further and leading to an aggravated offence, I quickly removed P from the XO’s cabin.

Such juicy “galley news” spreads fast, and in a few hours, the whole ship knew about the incident.

From then on, the XO would scrupulously avoid P.

But whenever their paths crossed, tongue-in-cheek, P would ask the XO:

“Sir, when are you throwing me out of this ship?”

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is an abridged updated extract of my story FEAR – THE GREATEST MOTIVATOR First Posted in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on 29 July 2013 by Vikram Karve at 7/29/2013 12:52:00 PM in this blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/07/fear-is-greatest-motivator.html