When I joined the Navy more than 40 years ago in the 1970’s – I was a purinatical simpleton – a dope – and – this resulted in some rather amusing incidents.
Here is one such delightful story from those early Navy Days...
HAUTE COUTURE “LINGERIE” – THE “NIGHTIE”
Romantic Memories of my Wonderful Navy Days
A Fictional Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE
MY SHIPMATE’S GLAMOROUS WIFE
I was – and maybe I still am – an old fashioned prude – and – I am a bit puritanical by nature.
Let me tell you a hilarious anecdote – a result of my rather prudish behaviour – which happened long back when I was in the Navy.
It was the evening of the “Navy Ball” – the much awaited grand finale of the Navy Week in Mumbai (then called Bombay).
It was decided that all ship’s officers who did not live in the Navy Township (NOFRA) would assemble with our wives in the home of a shipmate who lived in NOFRA near the Navy Command Officers Mess – the venue of the Navy Ball.
We could park our scooters/motorcycles near his house.
(Yes – those days most Navy officers had scooters/motorcycles – and could not afford cars)
We would then all walk down to the Command Mess Lawns for the Navy Ball.
Accordingly – my wife and I reached my shipmate’s house half an hour before the commencement of the Navy Ball.
Some officers and wives were already there – some trickled in – and our shipmate had generously opened a bottle of rum – and told us to help ourselves while they got dressed.
My shipmate came out of his bedroom smartly dressed in the distinctive Navy Uniform Dress No. 6 – “Monkey Jacket” – Bow Tie – Miniature Medals – Cummerbund – and all.
He said that his wife was getting ready.
It was almost time for the Navy Ball.
We were anxiously waiting for his wife to get ready.
After some time the bedroom door opened – and my shipmate’s wife stepped out.
I was most disappointed to see that she had still not got ready.
“What is this – Ma’am...? The Navy Ball is about to start and you are still in your underwear...?” I blurted out.
“Underwear...?” my shipmate’s wife said – looking at me with an expression of total shock.
I realized my mistake – so I said to her:
“Sorry – I meant to say “Lingerie”. We are getting late and you are still in your lingerie...”
“Lingerie”...?” she gasped in astonishment – it seemed as if she was even more stunned.
Maybe – I had used the wrong word again – so I corrected myself – and I said to her:
“Actually – I meant to say “Nightie”...”
When she heard the word “Nightie” – I could see her shock turn into anger.
She was looking at me with blazing eyes.
She pointed towards the skimpy dress she was wearing – and she shouted at me:
“You are calling this a “Nightie”...? This is a “haute couture” designer dress. Do you know how much money I spent on this exclusive custom-made dress...?”
“Haute Couture...?” I mumbled.
I had never heard the term “haute couture” before.
I looked at my shipmate’s wife with regret in my eyes – and – I put on a contrite expression on my face.
She was looking at me in a strange sort of way – as if thinking something in her mind.
After some time – I saw the expression on her face change from anger into anxiety.
And soon – the expression on the face of my shipmate’s wife changed drastically – from anxiety – her expression changed into one of panic.
My shipmate’s wife looked at my wife – then – she looked at the other ladies – and my shipmate’s wife said in panic:
“Tell me – is this dress really looking so bad...?”
After that – my shipmate’s wife burst into tears – and she ran back into her bedroom.
The fact of the matter was that my shipmate’s wife was very chic, stylish and fashionable.
She had got this most fashionable skimpy western style dress exclusively “made-to-order” from a top designer (“haute couture”) especially for the Navy Ball.
Being an old-fashioned simpleton prude – I thought my shipmate’s wife was wearing a “Nightie”.
I did not realize that it was not a “nightie” that she was wearing – but an exclusive “haute couture” latest fashion skimpy dress – which she had got specially made for her by a leading fashion designer.
My wife gave me a glaring look and she told me to disappear – lest I say or do something even more stupid – that would further aggravate matters.
Then – my wife and the other ladies went inside to console my shipmate’s wife.
It was decided that all the gentlemen would proceed for the Navy Ball – and – the ladies would join later.
I apologized to my shipmate:
“I am very sorry – I did not mean to insult your wife.”
“Oh, come on – forget it...” my shipmate said, “In fact – after hearing your comments – I almost burst out laughing myself.”
“But your wife must be angry with me...?” I said.
“Don’t worry – she’ll be okay – she spent a fortune on that designer dress – that is why she is so upset...” he said.
Later – the ladies joined us in the Navy Ball.
My shipmate’s wife was the centre of attraction in her “haute couture” skimpy fashionable dress.
Indeed – she looked very sexy in her alluring dress.
I wanted to apologize to her for my earlier “faux pas” for calling her lovely “haute couture” dress a “nightie”.
I wanted to tell my shipmate’s wife that she looked very sexy in her exquisite new dress.
But – my wife had given me strict instructions to keep my mouth shut.
So – I kept my mouth shut – and – I did not compliment my shipmate’s wife on how chic and glamorous she was looking in her gorgeous “haute couture” dress.
EPILOGUE
Many years later – my wife was shopping in the Ladies’ Garments Section of a famous Mall in Pune.
I was just hanging around.
Suddenly – I saw the same chic and fashionable lady – my ex-shipmate’s glamorous “haute couture” wife – standing near me.
Yes – it was the same lady who had worn the “haute couture” skimpy fashionable dress to the Navy Ball (which I thought was a “Nightie” and had even called “Lingerie”)
She looked as fashionable and tip-top as ever.
She recognised me.
I wished her.
She smiled back.
“My wife is in the trial room...” I said.
“Oh...? I must meet her...” she said.
I looked at elegant “haute couture” lady – and I said to her:
“Ma’am – I want to ask you a favour...”
“Sure...” she said.
I pointed to the colourful “nighties” hanging nearby on a rack – and I said to her:
“Ma’am – if you don’t mind – can you please help me select a “Nightie” for my wife – she likes “half nighties” – short “nighties” – like these “nighties” over here on this rack...”
My ex-shipmate’s stylish “haute couture” wife burst out laughing – and she said to me:
“These are not short “Nighties” – these are “Kurties” – or “Tops” – but – they are certainly not “Nighties” – and – by the way – these are not “Lingerie” either – Ha Ha – so many years have passed – but you are still as clueless as ever – aren’t you...?”
I smiled at her.
She started laughing.
I joined her in her laughter.
I knew that she had forgiven me for my “faux pas” on that Navy Ball Evening – many years ago.
VIKRAM KARVE
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