Thursday, July 20, 2017

How to Enjoy a Dual Life – Online and Offline

SOCIAL NETWORKING  ONLINE and OFFLINE RELATIONSHIPS
HOW TO LIVE A DUAL LIFE AND ENJOY THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Thanks to the advent of the internet and advances in technology  you have an opportunity to live in two worlds:

1. The Real World
 and
2. The Virtual World 

You can also have two identities:

1. Your online identity in cyberspace
and
2. Your physical real-world offline identity in real space 

You can live a dual life by maintaining two lives  one in real space and one in cyberspace.

1. ONLINE LIFE (in cyberspace)
and
2. OFFLINE or REAL WORLD LIFE

You can have two kinds of relationships:

1. Virtual Relationships
and 
2. Real Relationships 

You can have two kinds of FRIENDS and friendship:

1. Offline Real flesh-and-blood Friends
and 
2. Online Virtual Friends
 
Internet is a great tool for social networking. 

Internet enables us to live two lives and enjoy the benefits of instant interaction and friendships across the globe and facilitates us to enjoy the best of both worlds.
 
It is good to have the best of both worlds  the real and the virtual  as long as you maintain a balance. 

Yes  like you try to have “work life balance” – you also must have a “real-world versus virtual-world” balance in order to enjoy the best of both worlds.

How do you do this...?

Well  here is one of my favourite Mulla Nasrudin stories which exemplifies this aspect:

WHEN A HORRIBLE WOMAN STARTS LOOKING BEAUTIFUL
A Mulla Nasrudin Story
Retold By
VIKRAM KARVE

Mulla Nasrudin bought a beautiful house at a picturesque place far away from civilization high up in the hills. 

From time to time – Mulla Nasrudin would suddenly pack his bags  he would leave the city  and – he would go away to his house in the hills.

He would disappear for days  sometimes for weeks  sometimes for months.

And – just as suddenly as he used to disappear  he used to suddenly unpredictably return back to the city without any warning or notice. 

When asked the reason for his erratic and whimsical behaviour  Mulla Nasrudin explained:   

“I have kept a caretaker woman up there in the hills to look after my house. 

She is the ugliest woman - horrible, repulsive, hideous, and nauseating. 

Just one look at her – and you will feel like vomiting.  

When I go to live there  at first she looks horrible. 

But slowly, slowly  after a few lonely days  she is not so horrible. 

Then after some more desolate forlorn days  she does not look all that ugly – and she does not seem so undesirable. 

And – as more and more time passes in lonesome seclusion  a day comes when I start seeing some beauty in her. 

After I spend some more time in that lonely desolate place  far away from civilization  a day suddenly comes – when I start finding beauty in that ugly woman.

She starts looking desirable and I start getting attracted towards her.

The moment I start finding that horrid woman desirable – I know that it is time for me to escape from my virtual world in the hills.

The day I start feeling attracted to the hideous woman means enough is enough.

I have lived away from the real world for too long.

Now  even this horrible revolting woman has started looking beautiful. 

I may even fall in love with this ghastly ugly repugnant woman – and that may be very dangerous for me. 

Enough is Enough.

Enough of the virtual world.

It is time to get back to the real world. 

So I pack up my things and rush back to the city...” 


MORAL OF THE STORY

Dear Reader: 
 
Has your Virtual World, your cyber space, your online life, started looking a bit too “beautiful”…?  
 
Are you spending more time in cyberspace, social networking and interacting with your “virtual friends” rather than having face-to-face interactions and communication with your immediate “flesh and blood friends” in real space...?
 
Is there an imbalance between your online life and offline life...? 

Are your virtual relationships overwhelming your life...?

Are your online relationships taking precedence over your real life offline relationships...? 

Is your online identity becoming more important to you than your offline identity...?
 
Are you losing touch with reality...?
 
Maybe  it is time for you to return back to the Real World. 
 
Of course  when you get saturated and bored spending too much time in the real world – and you start feeling suffocated with relationships in the Real World  you can always go back to the virtual world – which is like your alter ego.

Like Mulla Nasrudin  you can  and you must – enjoy the best of both worlds.

You can alternate and switch over between both your lives  online and offline  just like Mulla Nasrudin does between the city and the hill-station...!!! 
 
Social Networking gives you a lot of pleasure and satisfaction  and internet a great tool for building relationships. 

In fact – after my retirement – I have more online friends than offline real world friends.

Online Social Networking is a boon for people who are lonely in the real world.

It is good to have two identities and live a dual life  offline and online  and enjoy the best of both worlds  the real world and the virtual world  as long as you maintain a balance between your two lives  one in real-space  and the other in cyber-space.

Like in the “inspirational” story I narrated above – in case you are spending most of your time online in the virtual world  it is good to come back to the ground reality of the real world from time to time. 

VIKRAM KARVE
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A Banker – A Lawyer – and – A Doctor

A BANKER – A LAWYER – AND – A DOCTOR 
Fiction Short Story  
By  
VIKRAM KARVE   
 
From my Creative Writing Archives:

One of my earliest fiction short stories  written more than 25 years ago  sometime in the early 1990s  quite amateurish writing... 

Dear Reader: Do tell me if you liked the story...

ONE EVENING IN PUNE
 
Every evening at precisely 6 PM Shalini Joshi would leave her bank, sit in her car, drive out of the parking lot, turn left on Tilak Road, and drive towards her house in Deccan Gymkhana.    
 
Today – she turned right and drove in the opposite direction.
 
Now that was surprising. For Shalini Joshi was a stickler for routine. And that was the reason for her success. 
 
At 35, Shalini Joshi was a thoroughly successful woman. She was the branch manager with independent charge of a prestigious branch of a leading bank, her promotion was due any moment and there was no stopping her from reaching the top.
 
Her husband, Sudhir, was a top notch doctor with an excellent practice.
 
Everything had worked as per her plan. 
 
Today – Shalini had everything she wanted – a palatial flat in the posh locality of Aundh, a farm-house in the outskirts of Pune, two lovely children (a boy and a girl), an ideal husband, a doting mother-in-law and all the status and prosperity she could ever hope for.
 
Even her Sundays were planned – a family outing to their farm-house followed by an evening at the club rubbing shoulders with the crème de la crème of society. 
 
And she meticulously planned her annual vacation – a sojourn at a hill station or a beach resort or globetrotting to some exotic location.
 
Shalini's life was a marvelous success – from the outside.  
 
Shalini parked her car on East Street and walked quickly to the apartment block, looking around furtively like someone with a guilty conscience.
 
She re-checked the address and rang the doorbell.
 
Ajay opened the door.
 
Shalini felt a tremor of trepidation.
 
She wondered if she was doing the right thing.  
 
“I normally don’t see anyone at my residence,” Ajay said beckoning her to sit down. 
 
He closed the door, he turned towards her, he looked directly into her eyes, and he said, “But I can always make an exception in your case.”  
 
“I want this visit kept absolutely confidential,” Shalini said anxiously, beads of perspiration showing on her forehead, “and please Ajay, whatever we discuss, please don’t tell anyone.”  
 
“Of course, it’s strictly between you and me,” Ajay said. “I’ll make us some coffee. Then we can talk.”  
 
Shalini followed him into the kitchen, observing with admiration its neatness and organization. 
 
This was the home of a self-sufficient man. He hardly needed a wife.  
 
After they had settled down on the sofa, coffee cups in hand, Ajay said, “What is the matter Shalini...? Just get it off your chest.”  
 
“I want to divorce my husband,” Shalini said. 
 
She was surprised that her words had no effect on Ajay. 
 
His manner remained relaxed and nonchalant.  
 
He smiled and said, “I guessed so...”  
 
“You guessed...? How...? I have not told anyone. Not even my husband.”  
 
“That’s what people come to me for. It’s my job.” Ajay paused. 
 
“Tell me, Shalini. What’s the exact problem...? Is Sudhir having an affair or something...?”  
 
“No.”  
 
“You...?”  
 
“Don’t be silly,” shouted Shalini getting visibly angry. “How can you say such a ridiculous thing...?”  
 
“Calm down,” Ajay said. “Then what’s the reason for you wanting to divorce your husband...? There have to be some grounds.”  
 
“I can’t stand it any longer – living this life of pretence, fake and hypocrisy. Just to maintain a facade of conjugal conviviality. I feel suffocated. I just want to break free...!” 
 
Shalini wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked small, weak and vulnerable ... her composure totally shattered.  
 
Ajay was ashamed to find that, inwardly, he was glad to hear of her misfortune.
 
He wondered ... did he really love her that much...?  
 
Ajay checked his train of thoughts and said, “Shalini, listen to me carefully. I’m a lawyer. Yes, I do take up divorce cases. But I am the last resort. You need to see a marriage counselor first. I know a lady. Someone you can talk to, who can empathise with you.”       
 
“No, Ajay, I want to talk to you first,” Shalini pleaded. 
 
“Okay,” Ajay said. Tell me everything.”  
 
She talked.
 
He listened.
 
Ajay was easy to talk to and soon Shalini began experiencing a sense of release and a strange feeling of elation. In these moods there was so much to say ... her words simply came tumbling out.  
 
When she had finished, Ajay said, “Your problem is that you don’t have any problems. And having no problems is a big problem...!”  
 
“If you’re not going to take me seriously, I’m going. I came for your advice. And help. Not to hear sarcastic comments...” Shalini said bitterly. 
 
“Yes, i is indeed high time you go,” Ajay said gesturing towards the wall clock. “It’s almost 8 o’clock. Your husband may be wondering what you are up to...”  
 
“He comes home after ten. His consulting hours are till 9.30 and then he visits his patients in hospital.” Shalini paused and said, “I’ll ring up my mother-in-law and tell her to put the children to sleep. She may be worried. I’m always home by 6.30.” 
 
Shalini made the phone call from her cell phone and told her mother-in-law that she was held up in an important meeting and would be home in half an hour.   
 
At that very moment, when Shalini was making the phone call, Dr. Sudhir Joshi was cruising down East Street after attending an emergency call at the other end of town.
 
His clinic was near Deccan Gymkhana and it was a long drive.
 
Dr. Joshi normally never left his clinic during consulting hours but then this had been a genuine emergency, an important patient and, not to forget, a nice fat fee. It had been worth it.
 
But now there would be a lot of patients waiting for him at the clinic. He would have to work late tonight.
 
Shalini would never mind his working late. She never did. It was the money, material comforts, standard of living that mattered.
 
Suddenly he saw a familiar yellow car – a rare colour – bright yellow – just like Shalini’s car.
 
He could not believe his eyes. Was it Shalini’s car...? It couldn’t be... Not here... and certainly not at this time.  
 
He stopped his car behind the bright yellow car and looked at the number plate. His fears were confirmed. Yes it was her car, no doubt about it, it was Shalini’s car.
 
Dr. Sudhir Joshi was wondering what his wife’s car was doing parked below an apartment block on East Street at 8 o’clock at night when he suddenly saw Shalini come hurriedly out of the gate, get into her car and drive away.
 
It was at this defining moment that Dr. Sudhir Joshi decided that he must pay a bit more attention to his wife Shalini. 

VIKRAM KARVE
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2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Story of the “Eligible Bachelor” with a “Glad Eye”

Love Story of an “ELIGIBLE BACHELOR” and a “NUBILE MAIDEN”
A Romance
By
VIKRAM KARVE


Setting:

An Office


Dramatis Personae:

The CEO (“Eligible Bachelor”)

The Front Office Executive (“Nubile Maiden”)


Part 1

Inside the Mind of the “ELIGIBLE BACHELOR”

He is in the habit of flirting with women – and now – the “eligible bachelor” has his glad eye on the “nubile maiden” – who is the “front office executive” (a glorified term for what was called “receptionist” in earlier days).

The results are encouraging.

From her demeanor – it is clear that the girl is passionately in love with him – yes – she has completely fallen for him – “head over heels” – as they say.

And why shouldn’t she...?

He is a most “eligible bachelor”.

Any girl would fall for a suave successful debonair and dashing young man like him.

An “IIT IIM type” – he is already the CEO of his company – though he is only 45.

The “eligible bachelor” looks at himself in the office mirror.

He likes what he sees – handsome youthful looks  perfectly sculpted body and superb physique.

The “eligible bachelor” says to himself: 

“Chronologically – I may be 45 – but I am so good-looking and physically fit  that  I do not look a day above 30 – in fact  I look as if I am still in my 20’s...

No wonder all the women in my office give me yearning looks and seductive smiles – especially the front office girl (“nubile maiden”) – she always looks at me in an insistent, suggestive sort of way which is worth a hundred compliments...


The “Eligible Bachelor” is sure that the “Nubile Maiden” thinks that he is a “prize catch”.

The “Eligible Bachelor” decides that he must make his move soon.

He must “strike while the iron is hot” – and – romantically woo the “Nubile Maiden”.


Part 2

Inside the Mind of the “NUBILE MAIDEN”

The “nubile maiden” sees the “eligible bachelor” giving her the glad eye.

The “nubile maiden” smiles seductively at him.

Outwardly – her lips smile. 

Inwardly – in her mind – the “nubile maiden” says to herself:

“Just look at the way he is line maroing on me.

Bloody lecherous scarecrow – can’t he see that he is old enough to be my grandfather...?

The silly old fool is acting as if he were a modern day Adonis…”


The “nubile maiden” looks at the “eligible bachelor” admiring himself in the mirror.

The “nubile maiden” feels amused. 

And – the “nubile maiden” muses in her mind:

“It’s pathetic – the way the conceited narcissistic joker preens at himself in the mirror.

Doesn’t he realize that he is past expiry date...?

Does he think that I dont know that he wears a wig over his bald head...? 

Does he think all that fancy cosmetic dentistry can disguise his decayed teeth...? 

Does he think that all those expensive facials can conceal his wrinkles...?

Does he think that all those workouts will mask his sagging muscles – and all those treatments will get back his mojo …?”  


The “eligible bachelor” smiles at her.

The “nubile maiden” watches the “eligible bachelor” smile at her. 

And – the “nubile maiden” ponders in her mind:

“The clueless idiot thinks that I have fallen for him – he seems to be sure that I am head over heels in love with him – and he is giving me the glad eye.

Dirty old lecher – he thinks he can have me on a platter...?

Ha Ha Ha – the stupid dolt doesnt know that he is not going to get what he wants.

But – anyway – for now – I am going to play along – titivate and titillate – just to keep his hopes alive – so that he gives me what I want.

And – the moment I get what I want – I am going to dump him and move on…”

VIKRAM KARVE
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1. This fiction short story is a spoof, satire, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This is a Revised Updated Repost of my story The “ELIGIBLE BACHELOR” and the “NUBILE MAIDEN” posted online earlier at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/the-eligible-bachelor-and-nubile-maiden.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/05/love-story-of-eligible-bachelor-and.html