This morning – my wife told me that she was
going to her mother’s place to spend the weekend.
I felt “sad” – and I remembered this story
from my Navy Days.
“BACHELOR BOY”
Story of the Curious “Married Bachelor”
By
VIKRAM KARVE
If you go to a Defence Officers Mess (or Navy
Wardroom) you will find two types of “single” officers:
1.
Unmarried Bachelors
2. Married
Bachelors
Again, “Married Bachelors” are of two types:
1. “Permanent”
Married Bachelors – “in living” officers who are married but are staying away from their wives for some
reason like wife’s career, children’s education, marital discord etc and reside as “single”
officers in the Mess.
2. “Temporary”
Married Bachelors – married officers who temporarily dine in the Mess because their
wives have gone on a vacation or for confinement/delivery of a baby or some ‘back-home-type’ family occasion/commitment.
But I once met a third type of “married
bachelor”.
Yes – the story I am going to tell you is
about a rather curious married bachelor I met long back in the Navy.
Let us call him “X”.
This anecdote happened more than 35 years ago
– when I was a carefree unmarried bachelor – and I lived in a wonderful
officers’ mess with some delightful messmates – most of whom were also “unmarried
bachelors” like me.
Now “X”
was quite senior to us – and “X” was
very much married.
Though “X”
was married – he spent every evening with us unmarried bachelors in the officers’
mess.
“X” would arrive in the mess
punctually at 7 o’clock in the evening.
He would play billiards with us – then come
to the bar and drink with us till closing time – late into the night.
After enjoying the entire evening with us at
the officers’ mess – “X” would go
home to his wife – almost at midnight.
This was his routine every evening.
We felt sad for his wife.
We felt pity for her – because of the
terrible shoddy manner in which her “misogynist” husband “X” treated her.
“X” took his docile wife
for granted.
He went out every night to have a good time
with the “boys” – while his hapless wife had to spend her lonely evenings at
home.
Every evening his devoted wife would
dutifully wait for her husband “X”
to come back around midnight to have dinner.
This routine went on for months.
Then – suddenly – without any warning – one evening
– our friend “X” did not turn up at officers’
mess.
We thought he was probably unwell.
But when he did not come to officers’ mess
for three successive evenings – we decided to go to his house and see if things
were okay.
When we reached his home – we were taken
aback to see “X” sitting all alone
in the darkness.
In his hand “X” was nursing a drink – which he did not seem to be enjoying.
“X” seemed to be in a
state of melancholy.
We were puzzled by his strange behaviour and we
asked “X” what the matter with him
was.
We asked him why he had not come to the officers’
mess in the evenings as usual for the past three days.
“X” simply said that his
wife had gone to her mother’s place for a few days and he was feeling lonely
and miserable.
It was evident that “X” was badly missing his wife.
“If you are feeling lonely and miserable
because your wife has gone away – that is all the more reason you should come
to the officers’ mess,” we said.
We asked “X”
to come with us to the mess and cheer up.
We told him that since he was feeling lonely
– spending some time in our company enjoying a few drinks would surely raise
his spirits- and this would help him forget his loneliness and cheer him up.
Surprisingly, “X” refused to come to the officers’ mess with us.
“X” sullenly told us that
he was not in the mood – and that he wanted to be left alone.
So – we left him alone – to ‘mope and grope’,
‘moan and groan’ and wallow in his loneliness.
For many days – “X” did not come to the officers’ mess.
Then – suddenly – one evening – we found “X” entering the mess promptly at 7 o’clock
in the evening.
There was a spring in his step and “X” seemed to be full of good cheer.
“My wife has come back,” he said happily.
“X” looked delighted and was
full of good cheer – it was evident that he was very happy that his wife had
returned back to him.
And then – like earlier days – “X” thoroughly enjoyed the evening with
us in the officers mess – and he staggered back home happily drunk at midnight.
For “X”
– it was back to the good old days.
Every evening – the happily married bachelor “X” would arrive at the officers’ mess punctually
at 7 PM – and spend his time with us unmarried bachelors – enjoying himself
thoroughly till midnight – and then – swaying in high spirits – he would go
back home to his beloved wife.
Strange but true – the moment his wife
returned – “X” was back to his old “married
bachelor” ways – and every evening – punctually at 7 PM – he was seen in the
evening at the mess – enjoying himself thoroughly till midnight.
We were puzzled by his strange behaviour.
When his wife was present – “X” seemed to be bored of his married
life – so he left his wife behind at home – and he went out to the officers’
mess to enjoy a good time with the “boys”.
But when his wife went away – “X” was filled with misery and despair
– and he spent his time brooding alone at home in lonely melancholy – longing for
his wife to come back.
And the moment his wife returned back to him
– “X” was back to his old ways –
leaving his wife all alone at home – while he went off to enjoy his evening at
the club with us bachelor boys.
At that time – I never understood this
amusing paradox of his marital relationship.
But when I got married – over the years – as I
became “much married” – I slowly began to fathom such inexplicable mysteries in
marriage relationships.
That is why – even after almost 33 years of
married life – I still feel that marriage is a mystery – and every marital
relationship is unique in its own way.
So this evening – now that my wife has gone
away to her mother’s place – you will find me sitting at home all alone – gloomy
– feeling “sad” – ‘moping and groping’ in lonely melancholy – yearning for my
wife.
And the moment my wife comes back – I will be
so filled with happiness – that I will immediately wear my walking shoes – and
– with a smile on my lips – and a spring in my step – I will step out for an
enjoyable walk all by myself – leaving my darling wife to ‘hold the fort’ at
home.
VIKRAM KARVE
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This is a revised updated version of my story written by me Vikram Karve in the year 2010 and earlier posted online by me in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog on Tuesday, August 13, 2013 -
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