Humor in Uniform
A GIRL IN EVERY
PORT
Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE
“I have heard that Naval Officers have a girl in every port – but so far we don’t even
have a single girl,” my course-mate said.
“Come
on – we were under training. Maybe now – things will look up,” I said.
“Yes,”
my course-mate said, “we are lucky to have got Bombay based ships.”
(This
story happened 37 years ago – in the 1970’s – and those days – Mumbai was called Bombay – but I
shall use Mumbai from now on).
“Yes – we are indeed lucky as compared to those poor Vizag guys – they are destined to a desolate
life,” I said.
“The
first thing I am going to do in Mumbai is to get myself a girlfriend,” my
friend said.
“Me
too,” I said.
My
friend succeeded.
I
failed.
I
just did not have the talent for romance.
Everything
had been handed down to me on a platter – the conditions to get a girlfriend were
ideal – I was on the best ship – and in those ‘licence-quota-permit Raj’ days –
as far as girls were concerned – Navy Officers were in high demand – since we
got exotic foreign stuff duty free (especially perfumes) – and these imported goodies were was not available
outside – and we had access to the best of clubs and social circles.
(Now
– with the advent of liberalization and globalization – the charm of the
Defence Services has gone down – since everything – and more – is freely available
to civilians).
Most
Naval Officers had girlfriends – and a few ‘Casanovas’ were having a good time with ‘fleet auxiliaries’ – but I had drawn a blank.
My
course-mate had acquired a girlfriend within days of our reaching Mumbai – and he
was often seen gallivanting with her all over the place.
In
my case – having failed to acquire a girlfriend – I focused on food and drink.
Once
– after imbibing half a bottle of whisky – followed by a sumptuous Biryani at
Olympia – and a delicious ‘Triple Sundae’ ice cream at Yankee Doodle – I was
fast asleep – enjoying sweet foodie dreams in my cabin.
I
was jolted awake – it was my course-mate who had come over from his ship which
was tied up alongside next to my ship.
“I
am very upset – I want to talk to someone – and you are my best friend,” he
said.
“I
was your ‘best friend’…” I said, “…now you have got your girlfriend.”
“It’s
about her – I just saw her off at the airport – she is on a long haul flight
plan – she will be away for two weeks…” he said.
His
girlfriend was an airhostess who flew on international routes.
“Okay
– so you can join me for food and drink till she comes back…” I said.
“No
– it’s not that – she wants to marry me …” he said.
“So
– get married,” I said.
“It
is not so simple – my parents won’t agree – her parents want her to continue he
job too – and in her airline – airhostesses have to quit the moment they get
married - it is all very complicated – I have realized that falling in love has
complicated my life…” he said – and then he went on and on telling me his ‘sob story’ – and disturbing my sleep – by narrating his ‘love woes’ till early morning.
I
thought that having a girlfriend made you happier.
But
– exactly the opposite had happened to my otherwise cheerful friend – who appeared to have become miserable after falling in love.
I said to myself: “If
having just one girlfriend had done this to him – just imagine the situation of
those with multiple girlfriends…!”
It seemed that a ‘zero-girlfriend’ guy like me was much happier than my
counterparts who had girlfriends.
I
realized that ‘Food’ was a safe investment like a Fixed Deposits – maybe the ‘returns’
were lower – but for the time and money you spent on food – you got a
guaranteed ‘return on investment’ (ROI).
On
the other hand – ‘Romance’ was a risky investment like the share market.
Acquiring
a girlfriend was like investing in a stock – just like the ‘returns’ from the stock
market were unpredictable – the ROI you got from a romantic relationship could swing
between ecstasy and agony.
Of
course – I did make some efforts to ‘fall in love’ – but – sadly – no girl was
willing to fall in love with me.
So
– I resigned myself to the fact that ‘love marriage’ was not in my destiny – and – hence – I settled for an ‘arranged marriage’.
As
a newly married couple – my wife and I – along with our pet Lhasa Apso girl
Sherry – we lived in a lovely one room flat in Curzon Road Apartments in New Delhi.
One
evening – we were sitting in Nathu’s Sweets – in Bengali Market – one of our favourite places where we
often walked down in the evenings.
There
was a group of beautiful girls sitting nearby – and my eyes were focused on
them.
Yes – I was ogling at the pretty girls – as most young men do – or want to do.
One
girl seemed particularly attractive – and I was staring at her quite blatantly with frank admiration in my eyes.
My
wife followed my gaze – and she was quite amused to see me looking at the girls so
intently – especially the yearning look I gave to that most gorgeous girl who seemed to be the object of my total attention.
Suddenly
– my gaze shifted.
My
wife was curious.
Was there a new ‘object’ which had captured my attention?
She
followed my gaze – to see where I was looking.
On
observing the new ‘object of my attention’ – my wife started laughing.
A
tray of sweets was being brought in from the kitchen – and my eyes had ‘locked
on’ to the mouthwatering sweets like a Radar ‘locks on’ to its target.
The
tray was heaped with my favourite sweet – the inimitable ‘Lavang Lata’.
Soon
– I was fully focused on eating my Lavang Lata – totally oblivious to my
surroundings – and I seemed to have completely forgotten about those beautiful girls sitting on the table nearby.
In
fact – I was so absorbed in savouring the delicious ‘Lavang Lata’ – and I was enjoying myself so totally – that I even
forgot about my wife sitting opposite – who was not quite relishing the dish of ‘Lavang
Lata’ I had ordered for her too.
“So
– it seems that you found the ‘Lavang Lata’ more enticing than those beautiful girls…” my wife said to me.
“Of
course – I love good food – there is no
greater love than the love of food…” I said.
And
then – while walking back home – I told her about my ‘Food is like a Fixed Deposit’ versus ‘Romance is like the Stock Market’ theory.
My wife looked at me and said: “Someone
had told me that a Naval Officer has a girl in every port – but looking at you –
I am convinced that you did not have even a single girl in any port – in fact –
you must have had a ‘foodie joint’ in every port…”
VIKRAM KARVE
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