HUMOUR IN UNIFORM
NAVY WIVES AT WAR
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE
Our ship reached Kochi (Cochin) after a long exercise sailing.
After a brief halt of 3 days at Kochi – we would be off to Mumbai – our base port.
A few officers from the local units had come on board our ship – and I was delighted to see my coursemate “X”.
“X” invited me home for dinner – and I readily accepted – for I was yearning to eat some good home cooked food – and also have a drink and catch up with “X” – who I was meeting after many years.
At 7 in the evening – “X” came to pick me up – and he took me on his scooter to his home.
There – I noticed that another coursemate of ours – “Y” – was the next-door neighbor of “X”.
“Hey,” I said to “X”: “I didn’t know “Y” lives right next to you. Let’s call him over…”
“No – let’s go in first…” my host “X” said – and he rang the doorbell.
His wife opened the door – and “X” ushered me inside – he made me comfortable and poured me a drink.
While “X” and I sat with our drinks – his wife went inside the kitchen to prepare some small eats and get the dinner ready.
“Hey – how about calling “Y” over…?” I said to “X”.
With unwillingness written all over his face – “X” said to me, “No – let’s not call “Y” here – let’s just the both of us sit together and have a drink ourselves – just you and me.”
I was surprised at the reluctance of “X” to call “Y” over for a drink – after all, we were all coursemates – and – in fact – “X” and “Y” were the best of friends during our Sub Lieutenant’s days – they had even been cabin-mates.
“Okay – I’ll just go across and say ‘Hello’ to “Y” – if you don’t mind,” I said to “X”.
“No – you can meet “Y” some other time – please don’t go to his house now…” “X” said.
I was totally puzzled on hearing this – and seeing the bewilderment on my face – “X” said to me: “Actually “Y” and me are not on talking terms…”
“What…? I cannot believe it…” I said, “You and “Y” were bum chums – you were the best of friends – thick as thieves – what happened – you had a big fight or something?”
“Actually it’s not us – it’s our wives – their relations have become strained to the point of mutual hatred – in fact – they just can’t stand each other – so if you go there to meet “Y” or call him here – my wife will get very angry,” he said.
“That’s sad – your wives – did they have a fight or something…?” I asked.
“You know how these wives are – they had many fights – and now things have gone from bad to worse – and our relations have deteriorated terribly – so we have just stopped talking to each other…” he said.
After dinner – as “X” and I walked towards his scooter – I had a sneaking suspicion that “Y” was watching us from the window of his house.
I felt guilty of not having called on “Y” – so next morning I walked down to his office.
“Y” was most happy to see me after so many years.
“Actually – last evening – I had come over to “X” house for dinner but…” I began to apologize.
“I know…” “Y” said.
“What happened between “X” and you…? You two were the best of friends since your academy days – and now you two are not on talking terms…” I remarked.
“There were some issues – between our wives – and things became pretty ugly – but let’s not talk about it…” “Y” said.
“But we all are coursemates….” I said.
“Please – let’s not discuss it…” he said.
Then “Y” looked at his watch – and he said, “Hey – it’s almost 12 – let’s go to the Command Mess and have some chilled beer.”
When we reached the Mess Bar – I was surprised to see “X” waiting for us – and he greeted “Y” in a most friendly manner.
Over beer – I was amazed to see the bonhomie between “X” and “Y” – as if it were back to the good old wonderful “Sub Lieutenant Days”.
“Hey – I thought you two were not on talking terms…” I said to “X” and “Y”.
“Our wives are not on talking terms…” said both of them – “X” and “Y” – laughing in unison.
Seeing my nonplussed expression – “X” said, “Earlier our wives were the best of friends – so they used to get together and make life hell for us – so we realized that if we wanted to enjoy life – it was best that our wives are “daggers drawn” with each other – so we ensure that our wives are constantly at war with each other…”
“But how do you manage to do it…?” I asked.
“That’s our trade secret…” “Y” said with a twinkle in his eye.
Then – “Y” said to me: “Come – let’s enjoy our beer – now when I go back home in high spirits – instead of nagging me for drinking too much – my wife will be busy complaining about his wife – and vice versa…”
“Oh – so the secret of your good friendship is to ensure that your wives are at war with each other...” I said, enlightened by this inimitable navy wisdom.
“Yes – better wives at war – than coursemates at war...” they said in unison.
VIKRAM KARVE
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First Posted Online under the title HAPPILY MARRIED COURSEMATES by me Vikram Karve in my blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal on March 4, 2015 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/03/humor-in-uniform-happily-married.html
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