Friday, June 30, 2023

Redevelopment

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SHORT FICTION by VIKRAM KARVE

REDEVELOPMENT

A STORY

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REDEVELOPMENT

Fiction Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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“I have decided to give the bungalow for redevelopment…” his mother says.

“Re-development…?” he asks – surprised.

“Yes – redevelopment of our old bungalow into modern high-rise apartments – I discussed it with your sister – she wants it too…” his mother says.

He looks at his sister and smiles at her sarcastically.

“Oh – so this is why you have come to Pune all the way from the US – after a gap of 3 years…” he says to his sister.

“We were busy…” his sister says.

“So busy that you couldn’t come for father’s funeral last year…?” he says in an accusatory tone.

“I wanted to come – but couldn’t – and you were here to do everything…” his sister says.

“Oh – Yes – I am always here to do everything…” he says with sarcasm in his voice.

His mother looks at him and speaks.

“Let’s talk about the redevelopment of our bungalow…” his mother says to him.

“I am not interested in redevelopment – I love living in this bungalow…” he says.

“But your sister wants redevelopment…” his mother says to him.

“What has she got to do with this…?” he says, “father had clearly said that this bungalow was mine…”

“No – but…” his sister starts speaking.

He gestures for her to be silent.

Then – he looks at both his mother and his sister – and he speaks in a firm voice.

“10 years ago – in this very room – father had said that this bungalow would be mine after he died – do you remember…? I wanted to buy a flat near Baner – and move out to live independently – but father said there was no need for me to buy a flat – that I should live here and look after him and mother – and after his death – I would be the owner of this bungalow…” he says to his mother and sister.

“That was 10 years ago…” his sister says.

“So…? He gave me his word. Doesn’t his word of honour have any significance to you…? In fact – knowing that I would be living here permanently – I got the bungalow renovated – I built two extra rooms – improved the terrace – beautified the garden – now – the bungalow is in good condition – and – we are quite comfortable here – so – there is no need to demolish this beautiful bungalow…” he says to his mother and sister.

“Those are your views – we feel redevelopment is the best option – the builder is giving us a very good deal too – one 3 BHK flat for each of us – and quite a nice amount of money…” his mother says.

“What…? You have already talked to a builder for redevelopment…? You didn’t even bother to tell me…” he says – shocked.

“He had come here in the afternoon – when you were at work – so – I am telling you now – the moment you have come back from work…” his mother says.

“You should have asked me before speaking to him…? And – did the builder land up here suddenly on his own…? Someone must have spoken to him…” he says – curious – looking at his mother and sister.

His sister speaks.

“My husband spoke to the builder – he is a classmate of my husband…” his sister says.

“Oh – so it is your husband who is the culprit – sitting in the US – and creating mischief here…” he says to his sister – contemptuously.

“Don’t speak like that about your brother-in-law – he is elder to you…” his mother says to him – in a tone of admonishment.

“Then tell him to mind his own business…” he says curtly – then he looks at his mother and sister – and he says, “I am the owner of this bungalow now – and I have decided that there is going to be no redevelopment – that is final…”

His sister looks at him and speaks.

“You are not the owner of this bungalow – this bungalow was originally built by our grandfather – so – it is ancestral property – after father’s death – the bungalow belongs to all 3 of us – mother, you and me…” his sister says.

“But father clearly promised me that he would be giving me this bungalow…” he says – assertively.

“Father is dead now…” his sister says – matter-of-factly.

“I know he is dead – I was the one who performed his last rites – but you didn’t even bother to come for his funeral…” he says reproachfully to his sister.

Their mother intervenes.

“Please stop arguing…” his mother says to him, “that fact is that your father didn’t make a will – and even if he did – you won’t be the sole owner of this bungalow since it is ancestral property…”

“But he promised me – in front of you – doesn’t his promise have any credence…?” he asks his mother emphatically.

“We have to be practical in these matters – we feel that redevelopment is the best option – we are getting a good deal – so – we should go ahead…” his mother says to him.

“I am not interested in redevelopment – I want to live this bungalow…” he says.

His sister looks at him and speaks in a combative tone.

“What do you mean “I want to live in this bungalow”…? You can’t always dictate terms and bulldoze your way. I have an equal share – as much as you have – so you have to listen to my views too…” his sister says insistently.

He looks at his sister coldly and speaks.

“Oh – “equal share” – okay – so – from now on – you look after mother…” he says to his sister.

“What do you mean…?” his mother interjects.

“You keep out of this…” he says to his mother sternly, “I am talking to her…” he says pointing to his sister – then – he turns to his mother and says, “till now – I looked after you and father – now – father is dead – and – and you say that his promise is dead too – so – your daughter will look after you from now on…”

His sister is taken aback.

“How can I look after mother – I don’t live in Pune…” his sister says.

“Then – you relocate to Pune and live here…” he says to his sister.

“I am an American Citizen – I am happy living in the US – why should I relocate to Pune – I don’t want to live in Pune…” the sister says.

“If you don’t want to live in Pune – why do you want a house in Pune…?” he says to his sister.

“Why not…? It is my right to have a share in my parents’ property…” the sister says.

“Yes – and it is your responsibility to look after your parents too – I looked after them for the last 10 years – now – it is your turn…” he says to his sister.

“My turn…? What do you mean…?” the sister says.

 “Well – rights and responsibilities go together – if you have equal rights to your parents’ property – you have equal responsibility of looking after them too – I have done my bit – I looked after both father and mother for 10 years – now – only our mother is alive – so – it is your responsibility to look after mother for an equal duration…” he says to his sister.

“And you – what about you…?” his sister asks him – questioningly.

“I am moving out of the bungalow soon – so you can stay here and look after mother…” he says.

“Moving out…? Where…?” his sister asks.

“That’s none of your business…” he says rudely.

“What do you mean…? How can you just go away like that…?” his sister says.

“Don’t worry about me – you worry about doing your duty – rest assured – I’ll be back after 10 years once your turn is over…” he says.

“I told you that I can’t come and stay here in Pune for such a long time…” his sister says.

“Then – you can take mother to America to live with you – anyway – that’s none of my business – it is your prerogative how to look after mother…” he says firmly to his sister.

Then – he walks out of the room – before his mother can react.

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He means what he says – and – he walks his talk.

A few days later – he moves out of the bungalow and relocates to another city – taking up a new job.

His mother pleads with him to not to go – but doesn’t pay any heed to her entreaties.

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Meanwhile – his sister has returned to the US – back to her husband and family.

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His mother keeps beseeching him to come back to Pune – but it is of no use – he doesn’t come back.

Then – a few months later – he migrates overseas for better career prospects.

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So now – with her son and daughter both abroad in foreign countries – the mother lives all alone in the bungalow – lonely and desolate.

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And – the bungalow…?

Well – though his mother and daughter are keen on redevelopment and building high-rise apartments in place of the bungalow – the redevelopment cannot happen without his NOC – which he consistently refuses.

He also makes it clear to his sister that she is responsible for looking after their mother for the next 10 years – when it will be his turn again – as per the “equal rights – equal responsibility” hypothesis.

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Living in the US – the sister can’t look after her old mother living in the bungalow in Pune – and – taking her old mother to the US doesn’t seem practicable – and – neither is her old mother inclined to relocate to America – so – the old mother leads a lonely existence in the bungalow.

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The daughter does whatever she can – remotely – from the US – to arrange caretakers for her old mother – who is becoming infirm day by day.

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When the daughter realises that her mother can’t live alone – she moves her mother to an “assisted living facility” – and the bungalow lies unoccupied – locked up – uninhabited.

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Dear Reader:

I wonder what will happen to the bungalow…?

Will the son come back and live in the bungalow…?

Will the bungalow be demolished and redeveloped into high-rise apartments…?

I really don’t know.

Let’s see what happens.

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VIKRAM KARVE

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2. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story 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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Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Romance : “Tete-a-Tete” with a Pretty Techie Girl

SHORT FICTION STORY

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“Tete-a-Tete” with a Pretty Techie Girl

Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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I love walking – and – I love talking.

That’s why no one wants to come for a walk with me.

“Oldie Goldies” of my age feel that I walk too much.

“Youngsters” feel that I talk too much.

That’s why I was pleasantly surprised when a pretty techie girl smiled at me and asked me if she could join me in my evening walk.

“Hello Uncle…” she said, “can I walk with you…?”

“Of course…” I said, “I would love your company – come along…”

“Thank you…” she said – and – she started walking beside me.

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Dear Reader – after my retirement – I live in a modern residential complex in a posh suburb of Pune.

It is a well-designed gated community – quite expansive – comprising of a number of high-rise buildings – well laid out – in verdant environment – and with good amenities – gym, swimming pool, sports facilities, walking and jogging track lined with trees, soothing green lawns, a lovely garden, nice shopping complex, basement parking et al. – located in beautiful spacious environment.

Most of the residents are young “IT Software Techies” who work in the IT Park nearby – young couples – Double Income Single Kid (DISK) – or – Double Income No Kid (DINK) – who lead busy lives – and believe in maintaining a “hail-fellow-well-met” type of relationship with fellow residents of the gated community.

The pretty techie girl who was walking with me – she was around 35 – married to another “IT Techie” – they were a “DISK” couple.

I had seen her in the mornings – with her school-going son – waiting for the school bus – along with other parents.

She lived in our building – or “Tower” as the builder had named it – and – we met each other quite often – but – as I said – it was a “hail-fellow-well-met” acquaintance.

Her name was Nisha.

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For some time – Nisha and Me – we walked in silence.

Then – Nisha spoke.

“Uncle – I wanted to talk to you…” she said.

“Okay – go ahead…” I said to her.

“It’s about your tweet about “quiet quitting” in relationships…” she said.

“Oh – so you follow me on Twitter…” I said – feeling a bit elated.

“Yes, Uncle – and – I read your blogs too…” she said.

“So nice to hear this…” I said, “which blogs did you like…?”

“I read your blog on “How to Survive Incompatible Marriage” – and then – I saw your tweet on “Quiet Quitting” in relationships – so – I thought you were the best person I should talk to…” she said.

“Okay – I am all ears…” I said to her – guessing that she probably wanted to talk about her marriage.

I was right.

She spoke about her marriage.

“It’s about my married life…” she said, “I am feeling suffocated…”

“Suffocated…?” I said to her – with a questioning look.

“Last evening – it was so bad – that – I was seriously thinking of divorce – then – I remembered your blog “To Divorce or Not to Divorce” – I read it again – I thought of all the stakeholders – I read your tweet on “Quiet Quitting” – and – I thought it would be best to talk to you…” she said.

“So – you want to “quiet-quit” your marriage…?” I asked her.

“Yes…” she said, “I want to know exactly how to do it…”

“It’s simple…” I said, “reframe your marriage as a “job” – you know how to do “quiet quitting” in a job – you put in the “bare minimum inescapable effort” to keep your job – similarly – you do the minimum required to maintain your marriage…”

She gave me a thoughtful look – maybe she was confused – trying to digest what I had said.

So – I decided to help her out.

“Tell me – when did all this start – when did you start feeling “suffocated” – as you put it…?” I asked her.

“It was always there – but it became worse during the COVID Lockdown – my in-laws came to live with us – then “Work-From-Home” started – for both me and my husband – and online school classes for my son – and – I had to bear the whole burden – overload of “work from home” – they expected us to be on our laptops 24/7 – and then – cook – clean – shop – do all the housework – cater to the idiosyncrasies and never-ending demands of my in-laws – my son’s school work – everything – it became too much for me – and now – it continues – my in-laws have moved in with us permanently – I am totally stressed out and suffocated…” she said.

“And – your husband – doesn’t he help…?” I asked her.

“He is in his own world…” she said – with a tinge of contempt in her voice.

“So – you can be in your own world too…” I said to her.

She looked at me – confused – so – I decided to elaborate.

“Are both of you are still “working-from-home” – aren’t you…?” I asked her.

“My husband works from home – I work “hybrid” – for 4 days a week – I work from home – and one day – on Friday – I go to office…” she said.

“You must start going to office every day…” I said to her.

“Every Day…?” she exclaimed, “you want me to go to office every day…?”

“Will they object…?” I asked her.

“Object…? I don’t think so. In fact – my boss will be very happy…” she said.

“So – start doing it – go to office every day – you don’t feel suffocated at work – do you…?” I said to her.

“Not at all – I love my work – and the office environment…” she said.

“So – start going to office 5 days a week…” I said to her. Start working from office – I have experienced that “out of sight – out of mind” does work…” I said to her.

“But what will happen at home…?” she said – a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry – once you are not physically at home – things will take care of themselves…” I said to her.

She looked a bit apprehensive – so – I assured her.

“Disentangle yourself – emotionally – that’s “quiet quitting” – you go to office – things will work out at home on their own…” I said to her.

She smiled – she seemed to have accepted my suggestion.

I decided to change the topic a bit and ask her about her relationship with her husband.

“You said that you were seriously considering divorce – is your relationship with your husband that bad…?” I asked her.

“I don’t want to live with him – but divorce is a difficult decision for me…” she said.

Observing the expression on her face – I could infer that she didn’t want to talk about it in detail – so – I decided not to delve further – but keep it simple.

I smiled to comfort her and spoke to her.

“If you don’t want to divorce your husband legally – you can divorce him emotionally – that’s what “quiet quitting” is all about…” I said to her.

“Emotional Divorce…?” she said – curious.

“Yes – “Quiet Quitting” is akin to “Emotional Divorce” – sometimes – when it is not be feasible to physically quit your marriage – it may be wise to emotionally “quit” instead – so – “quiet-quit” your marriage – you emotionally disentangle from your husband – you leave emotionally – instead of leaving physically…” I said to her.

She looked at me – a contemplative look – as if she was seriously thinking about what I had told her.

“You make so much sense…” she said to me, “and you think so differently – well – I had never looked at marriage from this angle…”

“If you carefully observe – you will see that all married persons practice “quiet quitting” – in varying degrees – at some time in the marriages – and some have settled down to a “quiet-quitting” equilibrium” in the married life…” I said to her.

“Like you…?” she said – with a smile.

“Maybe…” I said – smiling back at her, “I have just posted one tweet about quiet quitting in relationships – the one you saw – now – I think I will write a detailed blog on how to “quiet-quit” relationships – especially marriage…”

“Yes – you must write blog on “How to Quiet Quit Marriage” – it will help so many who are in a similar situation as me…” she said to me.

“I will certainly do that…” I said to her, “and you think about what we discussed – take your time – do what you think is best for you…”

“Of course, Uncle…” she said with a genuine smile, “thank you so much for talking to me…”

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For some time – we walked in silence.

It was already dark.

Then – Nisha looked at her smartphone.

“I think it’s time for me to go home…” Nisha said – and – we smiled a “goodbye” to each other – she walked towards our building – and – I walked towards my usual bench in the park to do some meditation.

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ONE DAY LATER

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On the next day – as I started my evening walk – I saw Nisha coming towards me – it seemed she was waiting for me – she looked happy and cheerful.

We started walking together.

“I must tell you something…” she said, excitedly.

“Good News…?” I said to her.

“Yes…” she said, “I am going to New Zealand…”

“New Zealand…!!!” I exclaimed.

“Normally – I refuse to go abroad to work on onsite projects – but – this morning – I asked my boss if there was a foreign assignment – and – he said there was one in Auckland, New Zealand – and I immediately volunteered to go…” Nisha said, elatedly.

Nisha was so excited that she ran out of breath – so – she took a pause before continuing to speak.

“My Boss was surprised – and so delighted too – he said I was the best person for it – so – I am off to New Zealand for 6 months…” she said.

“Wow – 6 months…?” I exclaimed, “congratulations…”

“I must thank you…” she said to me.

“Thank me…? For what…?” I said to her.

“Last night – before going to sleep – I was thinking about the “quiet quitting” concept you told me in the evening – and – I thought – wouldn’t physical distance help me emotionally disentangle myself…?” she said.

“Long Distance Marriage – excellent – that’s taking “quiet quitting” to another level...” I said to her.

“Yes – physical distance will make emotional detachment easier – “out of sight – out of mind” – as you said…” she said.

“What about your son…? Will you take him to New Zealand with you…?” I asked her.

“No – he will stay here – my husband and in-laws will look after him…” she said.

“Oh – that’s good…” I said to her, “your son is big enough now – he is 9 – I had gone to boarding school when I was 9 – he will manage – but he will miss you – since you are such a doting mother…” I said to her.

“You know – like my marriage – I am too involved with my son – I think it is better for me to do a bit of “quiet quitting” on the parenting front too…” she said.

I marveled at her ingenuity.

Indeed – she was taking “quiet quitting” to the next level.


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VIKRAM KARVE

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2. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story 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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