Thursday, September 30, 2021

Humor in Uniform – “Collateral Damage” – Parts 1 and 2

 HUMOR IN UNIFORM

“COLLATERAL DAMAGE”

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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Part 1

PEACETIME “WARS” and “BATTLES”

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A warrior needs an enemy.

During war – the enemy is clearly specified – the adversary against whom the war is being fought is the enemy – and – all military personnel know who the enemy is.

The ambiguity arises in peacetime – when – officially – there is designated as the “enemy”.

But – as I said – a “warrior” always needs an “enemy”.

So – in peacetime – military personnel use their imagination to find their own “enemy” – some imagine that politicians are the “enemy” – some feel that bureaucrats are the “enemy” – and some find their “enemy” within the service (or services).

Hence – if you have served in the Military (Army, Navy, Air Force) – you must have witnessed various peacetime “wars” (at the macro level) and “battles” (at the micro level).

During my long military service in the navy – I have observed these “conflicts” – within the Navy – in inter-service institutions – and – at higher levels too – Personality Clashes – Ego Battles – Turf Wars – Power Struggles – various types of rivalry – resulting in all sorts of internal friction and internecine “warfare” that sometimes can be most debilitating for day to day functioning of an organization as it generates internal stress which affects discipline and saps morale.

This tendency to engage in “peacetime wars” sometimes continues even after retirement.

Don’t we see Veterans “fighting it out” on Social Media…?

As it happens in all wars – innocent victims suffer “collateral damage”.

I have written about the WAR OF THE MESSES of 1981/82 which was “fought” between Generals and Admirals – but – it was the junior officers who suffered “collateral damage”.

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Part 2

SUCCESSION WAR

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If you were in the Navy in the end 1980’s and early 1990’s – you would surely have seen the “succession war” – between the “East” and the “West” – which was ultimately won by the “East”.

During those days – the “East” had declared “West” as the “Enemy” – and – vice versa – and – though there was an operation going on in the South – the major “conflict’ in the Navy was the internal “War” between the “East” versus the “West”.

Though this “succession war” was being “fought” between two Admirals – the antagonistic feelings percolated to lower levels – especially among “more loyal the king” type sycophants – resulting in antagonism and “ill will” among fellow officers who were on opposite sides – some of them were probably course-mates.

Though this East versus West “War” was a “Succession War” – it was reminiscent of the “Turf War” between fellow American Generals Peckem and Dreedle described in the classic war novel Catch-22 

If you have read Catch-22 – you may remember this hilarious episode (p 316):

A Colonel (Scheisskopf) reports to General Peckem’s HQ as a Staff Officer.

General Peckem briefs him in front of a large map of the combat zone – showing him various enemy positions. Then – General Peckem comes to the point (let me quote from the book – suitably paraphrased):

“…Our immediate goal is right here…” General Peckem said to Colonel Scheisskopf – and General Peckem swung his pointer south to the island of Pianosa and tapped it significantly upon a large word that had been lettered on there with black grease pencil. The word was DREEDLE.

(At that point of time – Colonel Scheisskopf does not know that Dreedle is a fellow American General fighting on the same side. Colonel Scheisskopf probably thinks DREEDLE is the name of a place in enemy territory…)

Colonel Scheisskopf said:

“I think I understand – our first job is to capture DREEDLE away from the enemy…”

General Peckem laughed benignly and said to Colonel Scheisskopf:

“No, Scheisskopf – Dreedle is on our side – and Dreedle is the enemy. General Dreedle commands four bomb groups that we simple must “capture” – to expand our jurisdiction (in order to win the “Turf War”)

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Story to be continued in Part 3...

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VIKRAM KARVE

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Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Why Marriages Fail

WHY MARRIAGES FAIL

Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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Mumbai (then known as Bombay) – circa 1978

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Part 1

LOVE MARRIAGE

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When my course-mate Ashok got divorced within one year of his marriage – instead of sympathizing with him – I chastised him.

“I told you not to get married to that “fleet auxiliary” – but you wouldn’t listen to me…” I said to Ashok.

“I know – I should have listened to you…” Ashok said, contrite.

“You come from such a conservative background – I told you that your parents would never accept her…” I said to him.

“You were right – my parents did not approve of her at all…” he said.

“Despite your parent’s disapproval – you defied your parents – and you got married to her…” I scolded him.

“I was in love with her…” he said.

“Love…? If you were in love with her – why did you divorce her…?” I asked him.

“We were just not compatible…” he said.

“Compatible…!!! How could you be “compatible” with her…? Outwardly – you may act “modern” – but in your mind – you are still a “small town boy” – I told you all this – but you just wouldn’t listen to me…” I said to him.

“I wish I had listened to you…” he said.

“There is a difference between a “girlfriend” and a “wife” – especially if the girlfriend is a “fleet auxiliary” – no one marries a “fleet auxiliary” – you have a “good time” with them – and then – you get married to the “back home type” girl that your parents have chosen for you…” I said to him.

“I was so much in love with her – that I even went against my parents – and I didn’t even listen to your advice…” he said, full of remorse.

“Yes – love made you “blind” – and – she exploited you – she is a bloody shameless “nympho” – after having a “good time” with others – she trapped you into marriage…” I said to him.

“You are right…” he said, “she “knew” so many people – shipmates, course-mates – even seniors…”

“She was 5 years older to you – past her prime – and you fell for her…” I said, “she really made a fool of you…”

“Yes – I married in haste – and now – I am repenting at leisure…” he said, “next time – I am going to be careful…”

“Yes…” I said, “marriage is serious business…”

“You are right…” he said, “I took it very lightly – and I paid a heavy price…”

“What are your plans now…? I heard that you have asked for a compassionate grounds transfer…?” I asked him.

“Yes – I want to get away from this place – and – I want to move on in life…” he said, “I have asked for Vizag – it will be closer to my hometown as well…”

“All the best…” I said to Ashok, “and in case you are thinking of getting married – go in for an arranged marriage this time – and choose carefully…”

“Yes…” Ashok said – he gulped down the remains of his drink – he smiled a goodbye to me – and he left the wardroom.

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10 Years Later

Kochi (Cochin) – circa 1988

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Part 2

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

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10 years later – my ship visited Kochi (then known as Cochin)

 

In the evening – I walked down to the Navy Club – and – I saw Ashok sitting on the lawn – all by himself.

“You must have heard that I got divorced again…?” he said to me.

“Yes…” I said, “what happened…?”

“I don’t know…” he said, “this time I was careful – I saw so many girls that my parents had lined up for me – and then – after shortlisting the girls I had liked – I selected the girl who was an ideal wife for me – she had all the qualities that I wanted in my wife – I thought we had a happy marriage – but – one day – she suddenly just walked out…”

“That’s sad…” I said, commiserating with him.

“Yes…” Ashok said, “she was the ideal wife for me…”

“She was an ideal wife for you – but – were you an “ideal” husband for her…?” I asked him.

“What do you mean…?” Ashok said.

“You checked out the girl’s qualities – but – did you check out your own qualities…?” I said to him.

“What are you trying to say…?” he asked me.

“You were a mismatch in your love marriage – and – you were a mismatch in your arranged marriage too. You need to introspect – why do your marriages fail…?” I said to Ashok.

“You are right…” Ashok said, “I must check my own compatibility too – I will surely do that – next time…”

“Next time…?” I said, surprised.

He sure had perseverance.

There is a saying: “Third Time Lucky”.

I hoped he would be lucky the 3rd time – and – his next marriage would be a success.

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20 Years Later

Pune – circa 2008

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Part 3

THIRD TIME LUCKY…?

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I was happily surprised to see my course-mate Ashok at a Navy Veterans Get-Together in Pune.

“It’s been a long time…” I said to Ashok, “you totally went “off the radar” – I lost all track of you…”

“I quit the Navy a few days after we met last time…” Ashok said.

“Yes – that’s what I heard – that – you had suddenly resigned…” I said, “what happened…?”

“I got a good job offer in the gulf – so – I decided to go over there – and since then – I have been globetrotting…” he said.

“That’s great…” I said, “but what are you doing in Pune…?” I asked him.

“Like you – I too have finally “retired” – and I have decided to settle down in Pune – I just came one month ago from the US…” he said.

“Where do you live in Pune…?” I asked him.

“At present I am living in a serviced apartment – but I have just bought a house – and I will be moving in there soon…” he said.

He told me the name of the township where he had bought a house – it was an exclusive cosmopolitan township – most posh and elite. To be able to afford a house in that classy “highfalutin” township – Ashok must have done well for himself after leaving the Navy.

Ashok looked at me and said, tongue-in-cheek:

“You didn’t ask me if I was married…?”

“Are you…?” I said to him, “Or – did you get married and divorced again…?”

“No. No…” he laughed, “I took your advice seriously. I introspected – and I realized that I wasn’t “marriage material” – so – I didn’t get married again…”

Someone called out his name – so – Ashok excused himself and he went to meet the person.

The moment Ashok had gone away – my wife suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Why were you talking to that disgusting man…?” she said, angrily.

“Disgusting man…? He is my course-mate Ashok. He left the Navy long ago. I will introduce you to him…” I said to my wife.

“I don’t want to be introduced to him…” my wife said, “and you better keep away from him…”

“What happened…?” I asked my wife.

“The ladies were talking about him. He is an immoral man…” she said.

“Immoral…?” I said, surprised.

“Don’t you know…?” my wife asked me.

“What…?” I said, curious.

“He is “living in sin” with a woman…” my wife said.

“Are you sure…? He told me that he was unmarried…” I said to her.

“That’s what I am telling you…” my wife said to me, “he is unmarried – but he is “shacked up” with a woman half his age – lecherous fellow – you better keep away from him…”

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VIKRAM KARVE

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Monday, September 27, 2021

An Intriguing Story – Jayashree

 JAYASHREE

AN INTRIGUING STORY

Short Fiction

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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Pune – circa 1985

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This story happened 36 years ago – when I was appointed as faculty at IAT Pune – a premier tri-service post-graduate training institution in advanced technologies.

A young lady scientist was appointed to my department to work with me. She was a graduate in electronics and communications engineering from a prestigious institution – and – was appointed to IAT immediately after her induction training. Her name was Jayashree.

I had taught Jayashree during her induction training and found her to be very keen, diligent and intelligent. Once she started working with me – I realized that she was brilliant – and she was very beautiful too – a true “beauty with brains”.

Normally – scientists were appointed to various Research and Development (R&D) Labs after their induction training at IAT – but Jayashree had requested for a posting to Pune – and she was appointed on the teaching faculty of IAT Pune – and – since there was a vacancy for her specialization in our department – we had agreed to accept her – though she was quite young (she was just 24 when she joined my department)

Dear Reader – as I told you – Jayashree was professionally proficient and conscientious by nature – a good Teacher – and creative research scientist. Within a few months of her joining – we had completed a small research project – and published a research paper.

One day – the Dean summoned me to his office.

He asked me about Jayashree.

I was all praise for her and told the Dean that her performance was excellent.

“Why aren’t you giving her leave…?” the Dean asked me.

I was taken aback by his question since I didn’t recall Jayashree having applied for leave.

“Sir – she hasn’t applied for leave…” I said to the Dean.

“I was told that she applied for 10 days leave – but – you refused to give her leave…” the Dean said.

“That is not true, Sir. Who told you all this…?” I protested.

“Her father…” the Dean said.

“What…? Her father…?” I said, confused.

“Jayashree’s father and I were classmates in Engineering College. Now – he is a senior officer in a PSU in Bangalore – he called me up this morning – he wants Jayashree to go to Bangalore for some important family function – he had asked Jayashree to take 10 days leave and come to Bangalore – but he said that Jayashree told him that you had rejected her leave application. Why are you refusing just 10 days leave to her – is there some important work…?” the Dean said to me.

“Sir – she hasn’t even applied for leave – I will tell her to submit a leave application immediately – and I will grant her whatever leave she wants today itself…” I said to the Dean.

“You do that…” the Dean said to me – and then – he started talking about the courses I was conducting and the research projects I was doing.

The moment I returned to my office – I called Jayashree.

I told her what had happened in the Dean’s Office.

“I am sorry, Sir…” she said.

“Please submit your leave application right now – I will approve your leave immediately – and – you can leave for Bangalore in the evening…” I said to Jayashree.

“Sir – I don’t want leave…” she said.

“What do you mean…? Your father called up the Dean and told him that he wants you in Bangalore for some important family function…” I said to Jayashree.

“Sir – I don’t want to go to Bangalore…” she said.

“I just don’t understand what’s going on…” I said, exasperated.

“Sir – it’s my private matter…” Jayashree said to me.

“See – Jayashree – it may be your private matter – but – you have involved me – you have told a lie to your father – that I refused to give you leave – which is not true – and – he has complained to the Dean – and – you have put me in a very awkward position…” I said to her.

“I am sorry, Sir…” she said.

“No. No. Don’t be sorry – just tell me the truth – and – I will try to help you…” I said to her.

“Sir – I can’t tell you – it’s very personal…” she said.

“Okay – I will call up your father and talk to him – I will get his number from the Dean…” I said to her.

“Please don’t call up my father, Sir…” she said, in a beseeching voice.

“Then – please tell me the truth – I deserve to know…” I said, “Why are you firing the gun from my shoulder…?”

Jayashree remained silent – she averted her eyes – to avoid looking at me.

I picked up the telephone on my desk and called the Dean’s Personal Assistant (PA).

“There is a scientist Jayashree in my department…” I said to the Dean’s PA, “her father had called up the Dean in the morning – I want his telephone number – it is a Bangalore telephone number – Dean has asked me to speak to him…”

“Please, Sir…” Jayashree implored me.

The PA said he would ask the Dean and tell me.

I put the telephone back on the receiver.

“Sir – I will tell you everything – but – you must promise to keep it to yourself…” Jayashree said.

“Okay…” I said to her.

“Sir – my parents have called me to Bangalore to “see” a Boy…” she said.

“For marriage…?” I asked her.

“Yes, Sir…” Jayashree said, “the Boy has come down from the US…”

“Oh – I see – and you don’t want to go to America…!!!” I said to her.

“It’s not that, Sir…” she said.

“Is there some problem with the Boy…? You don’t like him – even without meeting him…?” I asked her, “Do you know anything about him…?”

“My mother says that the Boy is from our society – he comes from a good family – he has done his B. Tech. from IIT – then – he has done MS from an Ivy League University in America – he has got a good job in the US and is planning to settle down over there…” Jayashree said.

“In short – he is a “perfect match” for you…” I said to her.

“That’s what my parents feel…” she said.

“Then – why don’t you go down to Bangalore and meet him…? You can always say “No” – if you don’t like him…” I said to her.

“Sir – I find this “girl seeing” ceremony very humiliating. I still remember that evening a few months ago when a “boy” came to “see” at my home in Bangalore. I was made to “deck up” and made to wear a fancy saree as if I was an “exhibit” to be “paraded” before the Boy and his parents and relatives. A few days later – I came to know that I had been “rejected”. I felt so terribly degraded and my self-esteem was hurt so badly that I decided that I was never going to allow myself to be “paraded” before a boy and his parents again. I hate this commodification. That’s why I don’t want to go for the demeaning “Girl Seeing” ritual again…” Jayashree said – I could see tears build up in her eyes.

“Come on, Jayashree – you don’t have to let one bad experience affect you so much – this Boy is from the US – he may have a modern outlook – you can meet him informally…” I said to her.

“If the boy was so modern – he would have got married to some girl over there in the US…” Jayashree said, “Sir – my folks are very conservative – and – so is our society – the Boy may be settled in America – but – his mindset will remain Indian – just like his parents – typical patriarchal – that is why he has come here to get married to a “back home type” girl…”

It was all very confusing to me – what was the real reason Jayashree was reluctant to “see” the Boy – was it due to the humiliation she had felt after being “paraded” and “rejected” – had her ego been hurt so badly by that episode – or – was it something else – that she wanted to get married to someone else – or – that she didn’t want to get married at all.

I looked at Jayashree and said to her: “I agree – it is your personal matter – and – I appreciate your being so frank with me. But – you have told your father that I refused to give you leave – and – he called up the Dean who is asking me for an explanation – so – I want you to talk to your father and clear the misunderstanding…”

“Yes, Sir – I will talk to my father…” Jayashree said.

“If you want – you can book a trunk call from my office phone…” I said to her.

“Thank you, Sir – but – I will talk to my parents in the evening from the STD Booth…” she said.

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36 years ago – in 1985 – when this story happened – there existed only landline telephones – and – mobile phones came much later – in the end 1990’s.

STD was the acronym for Subscriber Trunk Dialling for making Trunk Calls to various cities in India.

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I don’t know whether Jayashree talked to her father or not – but – I spoke to the Dean and cleared the misunderstanding.

From then on – I maintained a strictly professional relationship with Jayashree – and she continued to work in a most exemplary manner.

This episode was never discussed between us again.

One year later – I was transferred to a frontline warship – and I lost touch with Jayashree.

In fact – I never saw Jayashree again – because when I visited IAT nine months after joining my ship to pick up my family at the end of the school academic session and move them to Vizag – I learnt that Jayashree had been transferred to Bangalore soon after I had left.

A few years later – I learnt that she had resigned her job and gone to the US for higher studies.

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EPILOGUE

30 Years Later – circa 2015

Incheon International Airport

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I ran into Jayashree 30 years later at Incheon International Airport on my way from Mumbai to Auckland.

“So nice to see you after so many years…” I said to Jayashree.

“Yes, Sir…” she said, “please sit down, Sir…”

I sat down next to Jayashree.

“I am on my way to New Zealand – for a vacation…” I said to her.

“That’s great, Sir. I am going back home after a vacation in Thailand…” she said.

“I heard that you had gone to the US for higher studies…” I said to her.

“Yes, Sir – they transferred me from Pune to Bangalore. Within one year – I resigned and came to the US for my Masters. Now – I have permanently settled down in America…” she said.

“Married…?” I asked her.

Jayashree smiled at me.

Then – Jayashree shifted her gaze over my shoulder – as if she was looking beyond me – and she said to me: 

“My partner is coming…”

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I turned around – and – I saw a woman walking towards us.

The woman was carrying a cup of coffee in each hand.

Jayashree introduced her partner to me.

I smiled at the woman and introduced myself.

The woman smiled and she said to me: “Want a cup of coffee…?”

“Thank you so much – but I’ll go now – it’s time for my flight…” I said to the woman.

Then – I turned to Jayashree and said: 

“Goodbye, Jayashree – wish you all the best…”

“Thank you, Sir…” Jayashree said, “It was a pleasure meeting you after so many years…”

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I walked towards the departure lounge.

After a few steps – I turned around and looked – Jayashree and her partner were engrossed in each other – oblivious of me.

I never met Jayashree again after that day.

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VIKRAM KARVE

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Thursday, September 23, 2021

The Donkey and the Tiger

DONKEY AND TIGER

Ancient Wisdom
A Teaching Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE 

Here is a story from the Panchatantra:

There once lived, in a small village, a poor dhobi (a washerman). 

The dhobi had a donkey to carry heaps of clothes for washing to the ghat (riverbank) and back. 

Since the poor dhobi could not afford to properly feed his donkey every day, the donkey started to become weak and could not carry his load properly.


One day, the dhobi found the dead body of a tiger while he was collecting wood from the forest. 

The dhobi was very happy and thought, “I am lucky. I can skin the dead tiger and cover my donkey with the tiger’s skin and drive it into wheat farms where he will have plenty to graze. Once my donkey is covered with tiger skin, everyone will think that my donkey is a tiger. Thinking that he is a tiger, people will get scared and keep away from him. This way, my donkey will have plenty of food.” 

He acted on his plan. 


The dhobi would cover his donkey with tiger’s skin every evening.

Then, after dark, the donkey would go to the wheat farms every night.

The donkey would graze to his heart’s content till his stomach was full and return to his master’s house early in the morning. 

The hapless farmers watched helplessly as they were scared of confronting the “tiger”, especially after dark, in the eerie darkness in the night.

This went on for sometime. 

Soon the donkey became so strong and sturdy that he carried heavy loads effortlessly and the dhobi was very happy. 

One night, the dhobi’s donkey (in tiger’s skin) was happily grazing at the wheat farms. 

Suddenly the donkey heard the voice of a female donkey. It was a donkey mating call.


The donkey was so excited on hearing the mating call of a female donkey that he began to respond to it in ecstasy, braying loudly at full pitch.

The astounded farmers ran out of their huts and watched in amazement as they heard the “tiger” braying like a donkey instead of roaring like a tiger. 

Soon the truth dawned on them. 


This was no tiger. 

This creature was a donkey wearing a tiger’s skin who had been grazing merrily in their wheat farms and eating up their valuable crop.

The farmers decided to take revenge and teach this “tiger” a lesson.

So all the farmers attacked the dhobi’s donkey.


They severely beat the hapless donkey in tiger’s skin with sticks.

Soon the dhobi’s donkey collapsed in pain. 

His head was smashed and his bones were broken. 

A few hours later, the donkey died of his injuries.
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Moral of the Story:

A Donkey Should Not Act Like a Tiger.
Do not pretend to be what you are not. 
Be Yourself. 
If you are a donkey then behave like a donkey.

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VIKRAM KARVE
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Extract from my article CHICKENED OUT earlier posted first online by me Vikram Karve around 8 years ago in 2013 at url: https://karvediat.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-donkey-should-not-act-like-tiger.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-donkey-should-not-act-like-tiger.html
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