Dear Reader:
I must confess that I am not proficient in the English Language (having studied Engineering).
Hence – whenever I sit to write – I keep beside me my loyal companions – the Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary and Roget’s Thesaurus.
Despite this – I do make a few errors – but I feel that these errors don’t matter much in “Creative Writing” – beacuse I feel that my aim as a creative writer is to get the message across to the reader – rather than display my prowess in the English Language.
The word “dependant” means “a person who depends on others for home, food, money etc”.
The word “dependant” is a noun.
The word “dependent” is the adjective meaning “needing something or someone else for support”.
The above is in “British English”.
However – in “American English” – there is no such word as “dependant” – and the word “dependent” is used for both meanings – as a noun – to mean “a person who depends on others for home, food, money etc” – and as an adjective – meaning “needing something or someone else for support”.
The title of this story is The “Dependent”
In this story – I am using the “American English” version of the word – namely – “dependent” – as a noun – to mean “a person who depends on others for home, food, money etc” – the same meaning as the British English “dependant”...
The “DEPENDENT”
A Fictional Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE
“I am not ‘dependent’ on anyone. Do you understand…?” I saw Mr. K shouting at the Canteen Manager.
“Please, Sir…” the Canteen Manager pleaded, trying to console him.
I decided to intervene.
I walked across – and – I asked Mr. K:
“Sir – what is the matter…? Can I help you…?”
“This man is saying that I am ‘dependent’ on my son. I am a retired Forest Officer. Even though I am retired – I earn more than my son – I have invested well – and I earn enough to live in top style – even my bloody pension must be more than my son’s salary…” Mr. K said angrily
“I understand, Sir…” I said, trying to calm him down.
“Do you know – I have a bungalow in the prime locality of Pune – in fact – my son took money from me when he wanted to book a measly flat in that AFNHB housing scheme in the ‘back of beyond’ – and – I gave him money to buy a car too – so – it is my son who is ‘dependent’ on me – and – this man says that I am ‘dependent’ on my son…” said Mr. K – still looking very upset.
Dear Reader – let me digress a bit – and – tell you what had happened.
Mr. K was the father of my “next door neighbor” Lieutenant Commander K (a Naval Officer posted on a “Hydro” Survey Ship).
Lieutenant Commander K had gone on a long sailing.
Lieutenant Commander K’s wife (Mrs. K “Junior”) worked as a Manager in a Bank in Vizag City – and she had long working hours.
So Lieutenant Commander K had requested his parents to come over to Vizag for “Nanny Duties” to look after Lieutenant Commander K’s small children.
Lieutenant Commander K had two small children who were looked after full-time by the grandmother (Lieutenant Commander K’s mother – Mrs. K “Senior”).
In India – a ‘Career Woman’ requires someone to look after her children.
Earlier – Mrs. K “Junior” had called her own mother to “hold the fort” – during both her pregnancies and for subsequent “Nanny Duties” – but – now – her NRI sister had called her mother for “Nanny Duties” – so her mother had gone overseas to the US for “Nanny Duties” and she was going to stay there for at least 6 months.
Hence – Mrs. K “Junior” had requested her husband Lieutenant Commander K to summon his mother Mrs. K “Senior” for “Nanny Duties”.
As is generally the case – Mrs. K “Junior” hated her mother-in-law Mrs. K “Senior” – but – she had no choice but to tolerate her for the sake of her children – and – more importantly – for the sake of her own career.
At first – Mrs. K “Senior” had come alone – but – 15 days later – her husband – Mr. K arrived in Vizag from Pune.
Mr. K felt lonely without his wife Mrs. K “Senior” – so he too had come over to Vizag to be with his wife.
In fact – Mr. K wanted to take his wife Mrs. K “Senior” back to Pune – but – their son Lieutenant Commander K and daughter-in-law Mrs. K “Junior” pleaded with them to stay for “Nanny Duties” till Lieutenant Commander K returned from sailing – after which he would try and make some arrangements.
The mother’s heart melted – and – Mrs. K “Senior” agreed to stay – so – much against his will – Mr. K was stuck in Vizag for at least 3 months.
One morning – Mr. K walked across to the INCS Canteen to buy some groceries.
(INCS stands for “Indian Naval Canteen Service” which is akin to the Army CSD “Canteen Stores Department”)
After buying groceries – Mr. K looked at the impressive display outside the “Liquor Section” of INCS.
Mr. K saw a bottle of his favourite whisky in the display – so he walked into the Liquor Section to buy a few bottles of his favourite whisky.
There – Mr. K was in for a rude shock.
“Sir – we don’t issue liquor to ‘dependents’…” the salesman at the Liquor Counter said.
“I am the Officer’s father…” Mr. K said.
“Sir – the Officer has to come in person to collect liquor – we don’t issue liquor to ‘dependents’…” the INCS Salesman said.
“Why are you calling me “dependent”…? I told you that I am the Officer’s father. That man over there in that section didn’t have any problem giving me items on this card…” Mr. K said, pointing at the INCS Card which he had kept on the counter.
“Sir – that is the groceries section – ‘dependents’ can take groceries – but liquor is issued only to officers…”
“Why are you calling me “dependent” again and again…” Mr. K shouted angrily.
On hearing the commotion – the Canteen Manager reached the spot – and – he tried to explain to Mr. K that liquor could not be issued to ‘dependents’.
On hearing the word ‘dependent’ being uttered again – Mr. K flared up and he shouted at the Canteen Manager:
“I am not “dependent” on anyone. Do you understand…?”
“Please, Sir…” the Canteen Manager pleaded, trying to console him.
I decided to intervene.
I walked across – and – I asked Mr. K:
“Sir – what is the matter…? Can I help you…?”
“This man is saying that I am ‘dependent’ on my son. I am a retired Forest Officer. Even though I am retired – I earn more than my son – I have invested well – and I earn enough to live in style – even my bloody pension must be more than my son’s salary…” Mr. K said angrily
“I understand, Sir…” I said, trying to calm him down.
“Do you know – I have a bungalow in the prime locality of Pune – in fact – my son took money from me when he wanted to book a measly flat in that AFNHB housing scheme in the back of beyond – and – I gave him money to buy a car too – so – it is my son who is ‘dependent’ on me – and – this man says that I am ‘dependent’ on my son…” said Mr. K – still looking very upset.
“Please, Sir – I will get you what you want…” I said.
“I don’t want anything…” Mr. K said, “This bloody place is so far from town – that is why I came here – but – I will never come here again – I will take a taxi – I will go to Vizag City – and – I will buy whatever I want – including the best of whisky – I can afford it – I need not come here to get insulted…”
“Sir, we did not insult you…” the INCS Salesman said.
“Why did you call me ‘dependent’…? I told you that I am not ‘dependent’ on anyone – but you keep calling me ‘dependent’. I am a ‘self-made’ man – I have ‘self-respect’ – I am not ‘dependent’ on my son…” Mr. K said.
“Sir – we know you are not ‘dependent’ on anyone – but – it is just Navy Terminology to call parents as “dependents”…” I said.
“Yes, Sir – in the Navy – it is the general practice to call parents as ‘dependents’ – we did not mean to insult you – we have high respect for you, Sir…” the Canteen Manager said, trying to pacify Mr. K
Mr. K seemed to have calmed down a bit.
So – I asked Mr. K:
“Sir – which whisky do you want…?”
Mr. K pointed at a bottle kept in the showcase.
I nodded to the Canteen Manager – and – he issued a bottle of whisky on my liquor card – and gave it to me.
I dropped Mr. K home on my scooter.
At first – Mr. K refused to take the bottle of whisky – then – he insisted on giving me money – but – I told him that this bottle was with ‘compliments’ from me – and – he could give me a treat me later.
In the evening – I saw Mr. K standing outside – so I called out to him:
“Sir – would you like to come for a walk…?”
Mr. K readily accepted my invitation – and – so – Mr. K joined us for our customary evening walk to the beach below Dolphin’s Nose.
As usual – after our evening walk – we headed to the Navy Club for a drink.
Mr. K readily accepted our offer of a drink.
Then – he accepted an offer of a cigarette too – and soon we were drinking and smoking and talking.
After some time – stimulated by the alcohol in his system – Mr. K started talking uninhibitedly – and he told us about his life:
“I used to be a forest officer – I was a ‘King’ in my jungle – I love my drinks and food – and just see how my children turned out to be – it’s pathetic – 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 a bloody ‘sissy’ – he is so bloody henpecked – he does not even keep booze in his house – you gave me a bottle of whisky today – and my daughter-in-law made a big ‘hungama’ when she saw the bottle in the evening – and – my daughter-in-law has told my wife that she doesn’t allow alcohol in the house – so – I shouldn’t drink at home…”
“Sir – you are always welcome to join us in the evenings…” I said to Mr. K.
“I am really enjoying drinking with you all…” Mr. K said.
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 – the shikar (hunting) and barbeque parties they had.
When you are enjoying yourself – time passes quickly – and suddenly – the steward came and asked us for our permission to close the bar – it was 10 PM.
We ordered the last round of drinks.
I noticed that Mr. K was in high spirits.
“Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...” Mr. K sang merrily, “that’s what you Navy boys say – isn’t it…?”
Mr. K swayed happily – as he walked home unsteadily.
It felt good to see the Mr. K in such high spirits – and I felt pleased – at doing my bit to make the old man happy – especially after the morning’s episode in the INCS canteen.
I escorted Mr. K to the door of his son’s (Lieutenant Commander K’s) house – and – I rang the doorbell.
Mr. K was swaying from the side to side – and – I had to hold his hand to steady him – Mr. K seemed to be in the highest of spirits.
The old man’s wife Mrs. K “Senior” opened the door.
As he entered his house – Mr. K was singing on top of his voice:
“Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum – Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...”
I could see his daughter-in-law Mrs. K “Junior” standing in the drawing room.
The daughter-in-law Mrs. K “Junior” was looking aghast on seeing her father-in-law Mr. K in this “happy” drunken state.
For the next few days – we followed the same routine.
Mr. K would be waiting for me in the evening – and – we would go for our evening walk – followed by a drinking session in the Navy Club.
After a few drinks – Mr. K would get into full form – and we enjoyed his tall stories of his adventurous life as a Forest Officer.
Mr. K 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...” a friend 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 Mr. K.
“Of course, I love fish – I like everything “non-veg” – chicken, mutton, fish – as they say – I eat anything that moves…” Mr. K said, “in fact – I am dying to have some good non-veg food – my daughter-in-law is a pure vegetarian – and – she doesn’t even allow my wife to cook non-veg in the house…”
That evening – we had a truly wonderful evening on the ship – drinking the best of Scotch whisky and relishing the best of food.
As I watched Mr. K swaying happily on his way home – I realized that he was in even higher spirits than the previous evenings.
As usual – when he entered his house – Mr. K was singing on top of his voice:
“Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum – Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of Rum...”
On the next day – when I came home in the afternoon for my lunch break – my wife said angrily to me:
“Why do you do these things...? Mrs. K was here this morning on her way to work. She is very angry with you…”
“Which Mrs. K – “Senior” or “Junior”…?” I asked.
“Of course it was Mrs. K “Junior” – your friend Lieutenant Commander K’s wife…”
“So – what did the snooty Bank Manager have to say…?”
“Mrs. K is angry with you…” my wife said.
“Why…? What have I done to her…?” I asked.
“Mrs. K told me that you were “spoiling” her father-in-law…” my wife said.
“What...? She said that 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 angrily to me:
“Mrs. K was very rude to me...”
“What did she say…?” I asked.
“She said that you were already a big “drunkard” – you were a total “kabaabi” and “sharaabi” – and now – you were converting her father-in-law into a “drunkard”. Well – Mrs. K has asked me to tell you that you should not to call her father-in-law for drinks in the evenings…”
“So – Mrs. K “Junior” doesn’t want her father-in-law to have a good time. But – you tell me – what about the old woman – the senior Mr. K’s wife – the “Senior” Mrs. K – the old man’s wife – what does she have to say…? After all – the old man Mr. K is her husband…”
“I don’t know – she must be so busy looking after the children that she hardly comes out of the house. But – please – you do what you want – but – please don’t take Mr. K with you…” my wife pleaded.
That evening – I saw Mr. K waiting for me – ready for the evening action – for a walk and a booze session.
I told him what had happened – that his daughter-in-law had warned my wife that I should not take him for drinks. So please don’t take Mr. K for a drink.
“How dare she do that…?” Mr. K said.
“Sir – let’s go for a walk – your daughter-in-law hasn’t prohibited us from taking you for a walk with us – she has only prohibited us from offering you booze …” I joked.
On our way back – we passed the fish market near the beach.
There was plenty of fresh catch.
“I have got an idea…” Mr. K said, “The fish looks good. Let’s buy some fish – and some prawns – my wife is an excellent cook – tonight we will have the “drinking session” at our place – I still have that bottle of whisky you gave me. Ha Ha – since my daughter-in-law has prohibited you from offering me booze – tonight – I am going to treat you to some good booze and food…”
“Sir – but your daughter-in-law…? She doesn’t allow booze and non-veg at home – isn’t it…?” I asked.
“I am not “dependent” on her…” Mr. K said, “in fact – my daughter-in-law is “dependent” on me. Just imagine – if I take my wife away to Pune with me – it will be my daughter-in-law who will be left “high and dry”…”
“That is true – it is your daughter-in-law who is “dependent” on you...” I said.
And that night – we enjoyed enormously – delicious seafood with the best of whisky.
All of us – the old man Mr. K – and we young Naval Officers – we ate and drank till the wee hours of the morning.
And – while we enjoyed in the living room – the snooty “dependent” daughter-in-law sulked in her bedroom.
VIKRAM KARVE
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This story is based on my Humor in Uniform Stories posted online earlier and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/05/humor-in-uniform-tale-from-my-vizag.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/07/the-dependent-old-man-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/humor-in-uniform-jolly-good-fellow.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/04/the-dependent-old-man-story-from-my.html etc
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