Humor in Uniform
Last Sunday – we had a get-together of Navy Veterans at Peacock Bay
We met some good friends from our Vizag Navy Days – and – everyone said that we all had the best fun and the most memorable time in Vizag.
And – I remembered this story...
A Tale from My Vizag Days
The Jolly Good Fellow
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE
If you are in the Navy – you will surely spend some years in Vizag (Visakhapatnam).
My wife always says that our delightful “Vizag Days” in the 1980’s were our best days in the Navy (though my favourite Navy Days are my Mumbai Navy Days in the 1970’s when I was a happy carefree bachelor and 20 years later when we spent the best 6 years of our lives in Mumbai)
Whenever I hark back to those glorious “Vizag Days” in the 1980’s – I reminisce about those lovely “Rum Evenings” in Vizag and remember this hilarious story of “The Jolly Good Fellow”.
So let me delve into my “Humor in Uniform” Archives – and pull out this story from my unforgettable Vizag days for you to read and have a laugh.
JOLLY GOOD FELLOW – RUM EVENINGS IN VIZAG – by Vikram Karve
Around 29 years ago – in the latter part of the 1980’s – during my Vizag tenure – I lived in 17 Naval Park.
It was a well located lovely old-style house – on the ground floor – with a small lawn in front and kitchen garden at the rear.
We were mix of occupants in the 6 houses of the 3 storey building, and in the similar block of 6 houses opposite – 12 of us with varying ranks ranging from Lieutenant Commander to Commodore and from diverse ships and shore establishments (we called the common area between the two blocks “Nukkad” and would have frequent impromptu “pot luck” get-togethers there).
Those days there was “load shedding” (planned electricity power cuts) every evening from 7 to 9 (1900 – 2100 hrs in Naval Parlance).
I believe in the saying: “If life gives you a lemon – make lemonade”.
So – I turned this terrible “load shedding” into an “opportunity”.
The sun sets early on the eastern seaboard – so I would be back home from my evening jog/walk/swim at 1830 (6:30 PM).
Then – I would put out a table and chairs on the lawn.
And – on the table – I would place a bottle of Hercules Rum, 2 jugs of cold water, 6 stainless steel glasses, a packet of cigarettes, and “small eats”.
I would pour a drink of rum-paani (Rum+Water) – and I would eagerly wait for the electricity to go off for the scheduled 2 hours “load shedding”.
And – precisely at 7 PM – the moment the lights went out – I would start drinking.
At 9 PM (2100 hrs) – when the lights came on – I would stop drinking – and move in to watch TV – and have dinner.
I was never alone – anyone and everyone was cordially invited to share my booze – and many joined in for a drink – my friends from the “Nukkad” – or even passersby – walking around to pass time during the load shedding.
That was the reason for the 6 stainless steel glasses – which were safer in the darkness of the night – especially for us “drunkards” groping about in the dark.
Though otherwise I am a “thrift and frugality” type – my friends will vouch for my generosity with booze – liquor was always flowing freely in my house – and all were welcome to join in.
My “next door neighbor” was an officer posted on a survey ship.
The officer had gone on a long sailing – and his parents had come over for “nanny duties” to look after the officer’s small children – since the officer’s wife worked as a manager in a bank in Vizag City – and she had long working hours.
The officer had two small children who were looked after full-time by the grandmother (officer’s mother).
Her husband – and the old man (grandfather) felt lonely without his wife in his native place – and so the old man (officer’s father) too had come over to Vizag to be with his wife (officer’s mother).
One evening – I noticed the old man looking at me intently – as I made arrangements for the evening’s drinking session.
I observed the yearning in his eyes as he looked at the bottle of Rum – so I called him over: “Sir – why don’t you join me for a drink?”
The old man readily accepted my invitation and joined me for a drink.
Then – he accepted an offer of a cigarette too – and soon we were drinking and smoking and talking.
Then – he accepted an offer of a cigarette too – and soon we were drinking and smoking and talking.
Within minutes – two officers from the “Nukkad” had joined us – and one of them had even brought a huge bowl of “Chicken 65” as “small eats” to go along with the drinks.
After some time – stimulated by the alcohol in his system – the old man started talking uninhibitedly – and he told us: “I used to be a forest officer – I love my drinks and food – and look how my children turned out to be – I put both my sons in the defence services – and both turned out to be non-drinkers and non-smokers – it is a bloody disgrace – and this younger son in the navy – he is so bloody henpecked – he does not even keep booze in his house – and his wife has banned non-veg too – the other day I got a bottle of beer – and some mutton – and my daughter-in-law made a big hungama – I am really enjoying drinking with you all – and this chicken is delicious – I am having non-veg after a long time…”
“Sir – you don’t worry – you are always welcome to join us in the evenings,” I said to the old man.
We drank – we smoked – we nibbled the small eats – and we talked.
The old man was a natural raconteur – and he regaled us with yarns of his forest officer days – his adventures in the jungles – and the shikar and barbeque parties they had.
When you are enjoying yourself – time passes quickly – and suddenly – the lights came on – it was 9 pm.
I poured the last round of drinks – to kill the bottle.
I noticed that the old man was in high spirits.
“Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...” the old man sang merrily, “that’s what you Navy boys say – isn’t it...?”
The old man swayed happily as he walked home unsteadily.
It felt good to see the old man in such high spirits – and I felt pleased – at doing my bit to make the old man happy.
On the next day too – the old man joined us promptly at 7 in the evening – for our drinking session.
There was a bigger crowd – there were 5 of us Naval Officers from the “Nukkad” – and two ex-shipmates who were visiting Vizag – and the old man.
Someone had brought assorted snacks as small eats.
The old man was in full form – and we were enjoying his tall stories.
The old man told us about the bungalow he had built back home – and invited all of us to visit him there – and he promised us plenty of booze and delicious barbeque of various meats.
“Hey – let’s have tomorrow evening’s session on my ship...” the officer who was commanding a ship said, “I will tell the cook to prepare some good chicken and mutton dishes – and some fish and prawns for small eats...”
“Sir – I hope you like fish…” the officer asked the old man.
“Of course, I love fish – I like anything non-veg – chicken, mutton, fish, anything…” the old man said.
That evening – we had a truly wonderful evening on the ship.
As I watched the old man swaying happily on his way home – I realized that he was in even higher spirits than the previous evenings.
He had imbibed a generous amount of alcohol – so – he was quite unsteady on his feet – and – we had to help him walk.
As we escorted him home – the old man was singing on top of his voice:
“Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum – Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...”
Next day – when I came home in the afternoon for my lunch break – my wife said to me:
“Why do you do these things...? Mrs “X” was here this morning on her way to work. She is very angry with you...”
You guessed right – Mrs “X” was my next door neighbour’s wife – the snooty bank manager – the old man’s daughter-in-law.
“Mrs “X” is angry with me? Why...?” I asked.
“Mrs “X” told me that you were spoiling her father-in-law...” my wife said.
“What...? I am spoiling her father-in-law...? What nonsense...? The old man is double my age. How the hell can I spoil him...?” I said.
My wife looked at me – and she said: “Mrs “X” was very rude to me...”
“What did she say...?” I asked.
“She said that you were already a big drunkard – you were already a “kabaabi” and “sharaabi” – and now you were converting her father-in-law into a drunkard. Well – Mrs “X” has asked me to tell you not to call her father-in-law for drinks in the evenings…”
“See – I am going to open my bar at 7 o’clock in the evening on our lawn as usual – and – if the old man comes – I am going to offer him a drink...” I said.
The old man arrived promptly at 7 PM.
He was carrying a bag.
From the bag – he took out a bottle of Rum.
“Today – the booze is on me...” the old man said – and then – he sang cheerfully: “Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...”
We had a glorious drinking session – and – by midnight – after polishing off the bottle of Rum – we were in the highest of spirits.
The old man was in top form – he was gloriously drunk.
As we carried the old man home – all of us sang loudly:
“He is a Jolly Good Fellow – He is a Jolly Good Fellow...”
VIKRAM KARVE
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