Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Micro-Fiction : Really Short Stories

A Navy Veteran Friend posted this piece on his Facebook Page – sharing on my blog with his permission.
SHORT SHORT STORIES COMPILATION (Author Unknown)
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Some of the Shortest Stories Ever Written
  1. Ernest Hemingway’s Six-Word Story
    Legend has it that Hemingway once wagered he could write a story in just six words that would outdo all others in emotional impact. He won the bet.
For sale: baby shoes, never used.
  1. O. Henry’s Shortest Tale
    Winner of a contest for the shortest complete story (with setup, climax, and resolution):
The chauffeur lit a cigarette and leaned over the gas tank to see how much fuel was left. The deceased was twenty-three.
  1. Fredric Brown’s Horror Masterpiece
    Often cited as the shortest horror story ever written:
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
  1. The British Short Story Contest
    The rules demanded mentioning God, the Queen, a hint of sex, and some element of mystery. The winner wrote:
“My God!” cried the Queen, “I’m pregnant, and I haven’t a clue who the father is!”
  1. The World’s Shortest Autobiography
    In another contest, an elderly Frenchwoman submitted just one line:
“I used to have a smooth face and a wrinkled skirt; now it’s the other way around.”
Below are additional mini-stories—each under 55 words—written by various authors.
Jane Orvis, “The Window”
Ever since Rita was brutally murdered, Carter has sat at the window. No TV, no books, no letters. His entire life is framed by what he sees through the curtains. He doesn’t care who brings food or pays the bills; he never leaves the room.
Joggers pass by, seasons change, cars come and go, Rita’s ghost lingers.
Carter doesn’t realize there are no windows in a padded cell.
Larisa Kirkland, “The Proposal”
A starry night—the perfect moment. Candlelit dinner in a cozy Italian place. Little black dress. Gorgeous hair, sparkling eyes, silvery laughter. Two years together—true love, best friends, no one else. Champagne! I get on one knee. People are watching? Let them. A dazzling diamond ring. Cheeks flushing, a beaming smile.
“What? No?!”
Charles Enright, “The Ghost”
As soon as it happened, I rushed home to tell my wife the dreadful news.
But she didn’t seem to hear me. She didn’t even notice me. She gazed right through me, poured herself a drink, and turned on the TV.
The telephone rang; she picked it up.
I saw her face collapse. She burst into tears.
Andrew E. Hunt, “Gratitude”
The wool blanket he’d just received from a charity warmed his shoulders, and the boots he’d found in the dumpster that morning fit perfectly. The streetlights soothed him after the biting cold. The curve of the park bench felt so familiar to his tired back.
“Thank you, Lord,” he thought. “Life is simply wonderful.”
Brian Newell, “What the Devil Wants”
Two boys watched Satan walk away, his hypnotic gaze still clouding their minds.
“Hey, what did he want from you?”
“My soul. And you?”
“A coin for the payphone. He had to make an urgent call.”
“Wanna grab something to eat?”
“I’d like to, but he took my last cent.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty.”
Alan E. Meyer, “Bad Luck”
I woke with every part of me throbbing. A nurse stood by my bed.
“Mr. Fujima,” she said, “you’re lucky to be alive after the Hiroshima bombing two days ago. You’re in a hospital now; you’re safe.”
Barely conscious, I whispered, “Where am I?”
“Nagasaki,” she replied.
Jay Rip, “Fate”
There was only one way out. Our lives were too tangled—rage and bliss knotted together—so we left it to chance: heads, we marry; tails, we part forever.
The coin flipped, clinked, spun, and landed on heads.
We stared at it, baffled, then both asked at once:
“How about best two out of three?”
Robert Tompkins, “Seeking Truth”
At last, his search ended in a remote village. In a tattered hut by a small fire sat Truth—older and uglier than he had ever imagined.
“Are you Truth?” he asked.
She nodded.
“What should I tell the world? What’s your message?”
The crone spat into the fire and growled,
“Tell them I am young and beautiful!”
August Salemi, “Modern Medicine”
Blinding headlights, a sickening screech, pain so savage it swallowed everything…then a warm, beckoning blue light. John felt suddenly free, young, wonderfully happy as he moved toward the glow.
Darkness and agony slowly returned. His eyes fluttered open to bandages, tubes, a cast. Both legs gone. His wife was weeping.
“They saved you, darling!”
Enjoy these micro-tales for their ability to capture entire worlds of emotion in just a handful of words. Sometimes, less truly is more.

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This compilation of micro-fiction is also posted by me in my writing blog at URL: https://karve.wordpress.com/2025/05/20/micro-fiction-short-short-stories/

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Monday, May 19, 2025

Senior Citizen Humor – “Anosognosia”

Senior Citizen Humor

ANOSOGNOSIA

Story by Veteran Vikram Karve 

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Disclaimer:

This story is a spoof, just for fun and humor, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.

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ANOSOGNOSIA 

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 Recently  I learnt a new term from “WhatsApp University”:

 “Anosognosia”

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I saw a post on “Anosognosia” (WhatsApp Forwarded Message) on a Veterans’ Group – and – as I read the post – I realized that I had most of the symptoms of “Anosognosia”.

Initially – I got a bit worried – but – as I read on – I felt a sense of relief – as the post said that many people above 60 have some symptoms of “Anosognosia” – and – since I am approaching my 70’s – it was okay for me to have symptoms of “Anosognosia”.

As per the WhatsApp forward – the term “Anosognosia” means “temporary forgetfulness”

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Google, Internet Search Engines and AI Assistants may give different definitions, meanings and interpretations of the term “Anosognosia” – so – to avoid confusion – I will stick to the meaning given the WhatsApp Forward I received on a Veterans Group – that - “Anosognosia” means “Temporary Forgetfulness” 

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Yes – I do experience “temporary forgetfulness” quite often – ever since I became a senior citizen – and especially now – as I approach my 70’s.

I tend to forget names – sometimes I don’t remember where I had put things “carefully” – so – I have to keep searching for them – I go to a room in the house and don’t remember why I had come there – sometimes – I don’t remember a word or expression – or the name of a movie or actor – a sort of temporary blank memory – all sorts of temporary forgetfulness.

The WhatsApp post says that after 60 years – most people experience “temporary forgetfulness” – which indicates that “Anosognosia” is not a disease – but rather an age-related characteristic.

Lest one gets unduly concerned – there is a reassurance that “Anosognosia” is not Alzheimer’s – if a person is aware of his memory problems – he does not have Alzheimer’s.

Persons who are conscious of being forgetful – they have no serious problem of memory.

Those who suffer from a memory illness or Alzheimer’s – they are not aware of what is happening.

The more we are aware of our forgetfulness and temporary memory loss – the less likely we likely are to suffer from memory sickness like Alzheimer’s etc.

As a further reassurance – the WhatsApp post has three simple “neurological tests” – and – it reassures you that if you pass these three tests without difficulty – your brain is in perfect shape – despite your age.

Well – I passed the three tests with flying colours.

So – now that I am reassured that my brain is okay – let me tell you my recent experiences (and “benefits”) of “Anosognosia” – in a humorous vein.

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Dear Reader – have a look at our home – a traditional two-storey bungalow – built as per “Vastu Shastra” – yes – a perfectly “vastu-compliant” home. 

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View of our Bungalow Home : Pratap Kuti 



Selfie at our Bungalow Home

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My “Den” is on top – on the first floor – where I spend most of time – writing – reading – relaxing – watching TV – exercising – meditating – and – I have started sleeping there too.

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Can you spot me on the balcony outside my “Den”

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My “Den” is on the first floor – it is like a spacious “studio apartment” – with a lovely east-northeast facing balcony cum terrace.

Everything else is on the ground floor below – the living room, the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms etc – where “Better Half” rules the roost.

Being an old-style bungalow – the staircase to the top floor is quite steep with high steps.

Now – thanks to “Anosognosia” – I keep forgetting things – so – I have to go up and down the stairs very frequently.

For example – I come down – make my morning cup of tea – and sit down in the veranda for “Chota Hazri” – and decide to enjoy my morning social media browsing – when I realise that I have forgotten to get my reading glasses.

So – I have to climb up the stairs – get my reading glasses – and come down.

After my bath – I climb up to my “den” and I sit down for my writing session in front of my laptop.

I don’t remember if I have switched off the geyser – or water tank motor – or switched on the washing machine – so – down I go – and – up again.

I go down for breakfast – I can’t find my mobile – did I leave it on top – so – up I go – and down again.

I can’t find my reading glasses again – so – I search all rooms – and if I don’t find them – I have to go up and down again.

I keep forgetting things – so – it is up and down – up and down – and – I have lost count of how many times I have to go up and down the stairway.

Unlike a compact flat – which has just one entrance – our bungalow has multiple compound gates – and many doors and windows – which have to be opened and closed as per requirement – and – I keep forgetting – so – it is up and down – in and out.

“Anosognosia” ensures that you move a lot – you keep forgetting – and you keep moving – and maybe – this frequent movement is good for senior citizens – especially if it involves frequently climbing stairs.

I have never bothered about my physique or weight – but friends tell me that I seem to have lost weight and am looking fitter – and if this is indeed so – it is thanks to “Anosognosia”.

Even outdoors – “Anosognosia” ensures you make multiple trips to the market – or – to do errands – and you keep walking – since you keep forgetting.

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Well – Dear Friends – I am an “old” senior citizen approaching my 70’s – and I have got “Anosognosia” – and – I am making the most of it.

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PS:

“Better Half” keeps misplacing her “hair clips” – I call them “Khekda” aka “Crabs” (see below) – and – I have to move around searching for them.

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“Khekda” aka “Crabs” aka Hair Clips 
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She too keeps forgetting and misplacing things very frequently – especially her keys – her mobile phone – her chargers etc.

Wonder if she too is a victim of “Anosognosia”…?

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Dear Reader – do you have “Anosognosia” – or have you seen persons who have it…?

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Please see the “Puneri Pati” (witty signboard)
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VIKRAM KARVE

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Thursday, March 13, 2025

50% : short story

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50%

Story by Vikram Karve

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Dramatis Personae

The “Girl” – an IT “Techie”

Her Boss

The “Boy”

His Friend

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PART 1

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The “IT Techie” Girl is talking to her Boss

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“Sir – I wanted you to be the first to know – I am getting married…” the IT Techie Girl says to her boss.

“Congratulations – when is the date…?” the boss asks the girl.

“That’s not fixed yet, Sir…”

“Oh – but your marriage is finalised…?”

“50%...”

“What do you mean 50%...? I hope you have met the boy – or is everything online…?”

“I visited his home last evening – I met his family – there were so many people – it’s a joint family – exactly as I had wanted…”

“Joint Family…? Are you sure you want to live in a joint family…?”

“Sir – you know my life story – my parents – both my mother and my father – both of them suddenly died in an accident when I was 9 years old – since then – my uncle – my father’s younger brother – he has looked after me – he is in the merchant navy – and a bachelor – so – he sent me to a boarding school – then – I went to IIT – and now – I am here – working in this job – I lived in a boarding school dormitory – in a college hostel – and now – I am living in working women’s hostel – I never enjoyed family life – so now – I want to have a proper family life…”

“Oh – so you will live with the boy and his parents…”

“Sir – it is a huge family – his grandparents, his parents, his uncles and their families, his brothers and cousins and their families – they all live in a beautiful ancestral “Wada” in the heart of the city – it is a large three storey mansion with a courtyard in the centre and rooms on all sides…”

“Will you be able to adjust…?”

“Of course, Sir – I love people – I met all of them last evening – they liked me – and – I liked them too…”

“And the “Boy” – what does he do…?”

“He works in an office, Sir – relaxed 9 to 5 job – we will have plenty of time for family life…”

“I want to say something – if you don’t mind…”

“Sure, Sir…”

“Well – your salary will be much more than his – you will be earning much more than him – that could be a problem – male ego…”

“Sir – that won’t be a problem at all – I am going to quit working after marriage…”

“What…? Are you sure…?”

“Sir – I signed a two years bond during campus placement and I have already worked for three years…”

“No. No. I wasn’t talking about that – I just don’t understand why you want to quit such a good career – you are an IITian – you are one of our star performers – you have such a bright career ahead of you – we have great plans for you – No. No. – don’t be a fool and give up your career – tell me – did the boy insist that you quit your job – or his family…?”

“No, Sir – last evening – at their place – there were so many people and so much excitement – we didn’t even talk about it – but seeing how close-knit they are – I am sure they will be happy – and me too – I want to enjoy a domestic life – I am not a “career woman” by nature – I want to get married, have children, enjoy parenting and family life – live a life of domesticity – with so many loving people around me – his grandparents, parents, brothers, cousins, children, families – this is the life I want – I don’t want to be lonely any longer…”

“It is very strange – you are the first girl I have seen who thinks this way – most want to live independently after marriage – but I will advise you one thing – don’t quit your job – keep working – I am sure you can easily manage with such a large family to support you – well – I feel you can enjoy the best of both worlds – good family life and a successful career…”

“Sir – I have made up my mind – I want a full-time family life…”

“Well – it’s your life – your decision – so – when is the wedding…?”

“Sir – I am meeting the boy this evening – so – we can talk alone and finalise things…”

“Oh – so – you haven’t yet talked to the boy…?”

“Sir – last evening – everyone was there – and all of them were talking to me – so – I hardly got time to talk to the boy…”

“So – you liked the boy – and today – you are going to ask him if he likes you…?”

The girl laughs and speaks.

“That’s why I said my marriage is finalised 50% - but I am sure he likes me and wants to get married to me…”

“I am curious – your marriage proposal – was it through a matrimonial site…?”

“No, Sir – a girl who lives in my working women’s hostel – she knows the family – she told them about me – and they called me to meet them – I asked my uncle who now lives in Singapore – he told me to go ahead – and he will come to finalise the wedding once everything is fixed between me and the boy…”

“Okay – all the best – I am sure the boy has liked you and your marriage will be 100% fixed today…” the girl’s boss says with a smile.

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PART 2

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The “Boy” is talking to his Friend

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“I want you to find me a good apartment in Deccan Gymkhana – brand new – in one of the redevelopment projects…” the boy says to his friend who is a real estate agent.

“You want to buy a flat in Deccan Gymkhana…” the friend asks – surprised.

“I am fed up of living in our old “Wada” with so many people around me in the congested city – I want to live independently in a modern apartment in a posh locality like Deccan Gymkhana…” the boy says.

“Apartment in Deccan Gymkhana…? Are you crazy…? The EMI will be more than twice the salary you earn – and no one will give you that amount of loan…” the friend says.

“I am getting married – the girl is an “IT Techie” in a top firm – I am sure she will get a loan and can easily afford the EMI…” the boy says.

“Congratulations – I didn’t know your marriage is fixed…” the friend says.

“It’s 50% fixed…” the boy says.

“50%...?” the friend asks, curious.

“The girl had come home last evening – everyone liked her – I liked her too – and I think she likes me – I am meeting her this evening and I think my marriage will be 100% fixed today…” the boy says.

“That’s great – I will shortlist some flats in Deccan Gymkhana for you to see…” the real estate agent friend says.

“Yes – ready possession flats – we will like to move into our new flat immediately after the wedding…” the boy says.

“I can help you out with the home loan also…” the friend says.

“That’s great – I will talk to her about that – I am sure she has a high pay package and we can get good home loan to buy a flat in Deccan Gymkhana…” the boy says with confidence.

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VIKRAM KARVE
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Friday, March 7, 2025

Biography of Vikram Karve written by Grok AI Assistant

 

BIOGRAPHY OF VIKRAM KARVE WRITTEN BY GROK AI ASSISTANT

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I told Grok AI Assistant to write my biography.

Here is my biography written by Grok:

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Vikram Karve is a retired Indian Navy officer turned full-time writer, blogger, and educator, known for his creative works and zest for life. Born in September 1956, he hails from a distinguished family; he is the great-grandson of Bharat Ratna Maharshi Dhondo Keshav Karve, a renowned social reformer who championed women’s education and widow remarriage in India. Vikram Karve’s life reflects a blend of disciplined military service, academic rigor, and a deep passion for creative expression.

Early Life and Education

Vikram Karve was born into a family with a legacy of intellectual and social contributions. He spent his formative years in Pune, India, where he attended prestigious institutions that shaped his intellectual foundation. His early education took place at The Lawrence School, Lovedale, a boarding school in the Nilgiris, followed by Bishops School in Pune. These experiences instilled in him a sense of discipline and curiosity, which he carried forward into his higher education.

Karve pursued a Bachelor of Technology (B.Tech.) with Honours in Electronics and Communication Engineering from the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) at Banaras Hindu University (BHU), Varanasi, graduating in 1977 after a rigorous five-year program. He later earned a Master of Technology (M.Tech.) in Electrical Engineering, specializing in Radar and Communication Engineering, from IIT Delhi in 1983. Additionally, he holds a Post Graduate Diploma in Management (PGDM) with a focus on Human Resources, reflecting his diverse academic interests.

Naval Career

Vikram Karve joined the Indian Navy in 1976, rising to the rank of Commander before retiring in 2010 after over three decades of service. His tenure in the Navy was marked by his expertise in electronics, telecommunications, and naval systems, honed during his advanced technical education. His military career provided him with a structured worldview and a wealth of experiences that later enriched his writing.

Academic and Teaching Career

Post-retirement, Karve transitioned into academia, leveraging his technical expertise and life experiences. He served as a Professor at the Defence Institute of Advanced Technology (DIAT), a deemed university in Pune, teaching Electronics and Communications Engineering and Naval Systems for nearly 14 years. He continues to contribute as a visiting faculty member, sharing his knowledge with students while dedicating much of his time to writing.

Writing and Blogging

Vikram Karve’s creative journey began long before blogging became mainstream, with contributions to magazines and journals spanning fiction, creative non-fiction, and professional research papers. After retiring from the Navy, he embraced writing full-time, publishing two notable books:

  1. Cocktail: Short Stories About Relationships (2011) – A collection of 27 fiction short stories exploring the complexities of human relationships, written in an engaging and witty style.
  2. Appetite for a Stroll (2008) – A celebration of food and travel, this book chronicles Karve’s culinary adventures across cities like Mumbai and Pune, appealing to food enthusiasts with vivid descriptions and photographs.

He is currently working on a novel, a book of vignettes, and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, Karve maintains multiple platforms, including his Academic and Creative Writing Journal (http://karvediat.blogspot.com) and a WordPress blog (http://karve.wordpress.com), where he shares stories, essays, and musings on diverse topics such as food, travel, philosophy, technology, management, health, pet parenting, and self-help. His writing is characterized by its accessibility, humor, and reflective depth.

Personal Life

Vikram Karve resides in Pune, India, with his family and his pet dog, Sherry, who he describes as his muse. His long walks with Sherry often inspire his creative thoughts, a testament to his belief in finding joy in simple pleasures. His connection to his great-grandfather, Maharshi Karve, is a source of pride; he has vivid childhood memories of meeting him and even appeared in a 1958 Films Division documentary celebrating Maharshi Karve’s centenary.

Legacy and Philosophy

Karve’s life embodies a blend of discipline, creativity, and a commitment to lifelong learning. His writings often reflect his military background, academic insights, and personal experiences, offering readers both entertainment and wisdom. He views blogging as a way to leave a literary legacy in cyberspace, a medium that keeps him intellectually active and connected with a global audience.

Through his work, Vikram Karve continues to inspire readers and students alike, proving that a career in service and academia can seamlessly transition into a vibrant creative pursuit. His mantra, “there is no love greater than the love of eating,” and his dedication to storytelling underscore a life lived with passion and purpose.

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BIOGRAPHY OF VIKRAM KARVE WRITTEN BY GROK AI ASSISTANT

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Saturday, February 8, 2025

Humor in Uniform : “Pongo” and “Pani Puri” : Story from My Navy Days

 

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HUMOR IN UNIFORM

“PONGO” and “PANI PURI”

Story from my Navy Days by Vikram Karve

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“PONGO”

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One of the perils of “jointmanship” is that the numerically smaller services — the Navy and the Air Force — are losing their unique identity — and — the Army is trying to make everyone a “Pongo” — under the guise of “standardisation”.

Someone told me that the traditional “Subtle” Navy Parade Drill was changed a few years ago to be in conformance with rather “Brash” Army Drill Practice.

The Navy has imitated the Army and introduced Army Style Collar Tabs on its uniforms for senior officers — and made the Naval Uniforms more “showy” — like the Army — by introducing various accoutrements and badges — and hardly any Navy Officer now wears the traditional simple Dress № 8 — Navy Shirt and Shorts Uniform (“half-pant”) — which is most comfortable and apt for the tropics.

Earlier — you could easily distinguish between a Sailor and a “Pongo”.

In most cases — a Naval Officer would sport a full-set beard or sideburns till the bottom of the ear-lobe — and have a decent length of hair.

Now — I have observed that most young Naval Officers prefer to have Army Style Crew Cuts — and very few Navy Officers sport traditional flowing full-set beards.

Earlier — “Pongos” in white uniform were quite rare.

Now — almost every Sailor looks like a “Pongo”.

Let me delve into my my “Humor in Uniform” Archives and tell you a story of one such “Pongo” in white uniform.

But before that let me tell you why army-men are called “Pongos”.

Yes — “Pongo” is Navy Slang for an Army Soldier.

Why is an Armyman called a “Pongo”…?

Well — there are many apocryphal stories on the origins of the term “Pongo”.

Here is one such yarn that I heard long back from an old “Sea Dog”.

He told me that the term “Pongo” originated in the Royal Navy to denote an infantryman.

As per a myth — the “Pongo” was a unique ape.

When he sensed danger or felt scared — the “Pongo” did not climb trees like most apes or monkeys normally do.

But the “Pongo” would dig holes in the earth and hide himself in the ground — in the same way as infantrymen dug in and entrenched themselves in the ground when they were under attack in battle.

Another similar yarn says that “Pongo” is derived from the archaic name for the Orangutan — which had the habit of digging holes in the ground for no apparent reason — and then filling the holes back.

The Sailors probably observed Army Soldiers digging away — and hence the nickname “Pongo” for Army Soldiers.

Sorry for the digression, Dear Reader.

Here is the story of a “Pongo” in the Navy.

Have a Laugh…!!!

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“COLONEL BLIMP” AND PANI PURI

Spoof By Vikram Karve

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THE OLQ OBSESSED KILLJOY “PONGO” IN WHITE UNIFORM

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Around 48 years ago — way back in the 1970’s — when we were young Sub-Lieutenants — undergoing our specialisation course at a Navy “Stone Frigate” — we had a “Colonel Blimp” type Training Officer.

He was more of a “Pongo” than a Naval Officer.

Though he was only a few years senior to us — he was a archaic pompous snob with out-of-date ultra-conservative conformist views.

This officer was truly a “Relic of the Raj”.

A quintessential Military Archetype — a typical “Sainik” School and ex-NDA type — he had seen very less of the civilian world.

As far as he was concerned — like a “frog in a well” — for him — the “Fauj” (Military) was the “be all and end all” of his life.

In fact — he was so “OG” — that we thought that he was better suited for the Army — rather than for the Navy.

Yes — he was more of a “spit and polish” prim and proper “Pongo” — than a carefree happy-go-lucky Sailor.

He would have been better off wearing Army Olive Green (OG) — rather than donning Navy Whites.

His favourite pastime was to deliver sermons on military conduct — and give us moral lectures on OLQ (Officer Like Qualities)

He would pontificate about service etiquette and social graces — and how we must conduct ourselves as officers.

But — one thing was sure.

He practiced what he preached.

And — he preached what he practiced.

His turn-out was spotless — and his “military” bearing was always immaculate — his “officer-like conduct” was unblemished — and he always put “service before self”.

But for us young happy-go-lucky youngsters who wanted to enjoy life — this “Colonel Blimp” was a big pain in the neck.

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OFFICERS DO NOT EAT “PANI PURI”

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One evening while on liberty (shore leave) — we were enjoying eating delicious Pani Puri (Gol Gappa) at a roadside stall.

“Colonel Blimp” who was driving by on his scooter saw us eating Pani Puri with gay abandon.

And worse — we were eating at a roadside stall.

He looked totally shocked and appalled.

But — he did not say anything there.

He just drove by on his scooter.

Next morning he lined us up — and gave us what in Naval parlance is called a “bottle” — a very severe reprimand and scolding which I can remember even today.

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Dear Reader — let me digress a bit from the story and tell you why a reprimand is called a “bottle” in the Navy — the genesis of he term “bottle” for a admonishment, reprimand or scolding.

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The Navy “Bottle”

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The term “BOTTLE” is Naval Slang for a “Reprimand”.

“Bottle” may have been shortened from “a dose from the foretopman’s Bottle”.

This may be connected with the story that — in sailing ship days — bottles of medicine (for the commoner ailments) were labelled according to the “parts of the ship”.

When a seaman reported to the sick bay — he was dosed from the bottle belonging to his own part of the ship.

So — in Navy Parlance — giving or receiving a “bottle” — meant — giving or receiving a “dose” — an unpleasant but necessary reprimand.

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There is another bawdy version of why an admonishment is called “bottle”.

In cockney rhyming slang :

“bottle” means “arse” (spelt “ass” by Americans)

In Navy Rhyming Slang :

“bottle and glass” — rhymes with “arse”…

So — after receiving a “bottle” (reprimand) — the recipient of the “bottle” was supposed to be “bottled up”.

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Dear Reader I will leave the rest to your imagination.

Now — the digression is over — and let us return to the story I was telling you — about “Colonel Blimp” and “Pani Puri”…

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PANI PURI

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Dear Reader — as I told you — one evening while on liberty (shore leave) — we were enjoying eating delicious Pani Puri (Gol Gappa) at a roadside stall.

“Colonel Blimp” who was driving by on his scooter saw us eating Pani Puri — and worse — we were eating at a roadside stall.

He looked totally shocked and appalled.

But — he did not say anything there — he just drove by on his scooter.

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Next morning he lined us up — and gave us what in Naval parlance is called a “bottle” — a very severe reprimand and scolding which I can remember even today.

He admonished us:

“How can officers behave like this…?”

“You uncivilized buggers were eating Pani Puri at a roadside stall…?”

“It is just not done…!!!”

“Officers must have proper “class”.

You are no longer college students.

As officers — you must dine in good decent restaurants.

“Remember that your conduct is being watched at all times.”

“As Officers — you are expected to conduct yourselves with proper dignity.”

“Officers are not expected to hang out like hooligans in the open — Officers are not supposed to eat junk food like “Pani-Puri” at roadside stalls…”

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“Colonel Blimp” went on and on and on and on — a long “sermon”.

Then — after he had finished his tirade — he announced that we were being punished for our misdemeanours.

In an authoritative voice — he said to us:

“You bloody “riff-raff” are not fit to go ashore.

So — I am stopping your liberty as a punishment…”

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So — as punishment for our foodie escapades — “Colonel Blimp” stopped our liberty.

Now — we could no longer go out and enjoy the delights the city had to offer.

Thus — we had no choice but to spend the rest of our training period evenings in the Wardroom Bar — drowning our sorrows in alcohol.

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7 YEARS LATER

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New Delhi

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A few years later — around seven years after the “Pani Puri” incident — on a winter evening in Delhi — my wife and I walked down from our flat in Curzon Road Apartments on Kasturba Gandhi Marg to the famous Bengali Market nearby for our customary evening “tiffin” snacking.

Suddenly — I spotted “Colonel Blimp” at the famous Chaat Stall in Bengali Market.

Standing next to “Colonel Blimp” was a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman was eating “Pani Puri”.

“Colonel Blimp” was looking at the gorgeous lady in a rather cold and disapproving sort of way.

But — this did not seem to bother the ravishing beauty — and she was thoroughly enjoying herself eating “Pani Puri”.

She was eating “Pani Puri” after “Pani Puri” — and slurping her tongue — and smacking her lips in delight.

I could not miss this delightful opportunity — so — I walked up to “Colonel Blimp” — and — I introduced my wife.

“Colonel Blimp” introduced the gorgeous woman as his fiancée.

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The beautiful lady — Colonel Blimp’s fiancée — she gave us a lovely smile and spoke cheerfully.

“Hey Guys — care for some Pani Puri?” she asked us.

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This was an offer I could not refuse.

“Sure — we would love to have Pani Puri…” I said to her.

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And then — all of us (except “Colonel Blimp”) — we — Colonel Blimp’s fiancée, my wife and I — we relished plate after plate of lip-smacking pani puri and chaat

Yes — we gorged on pani puri and all types of delicious chaat.

We all stood on the road and ate pani puri and chaat — except “Colonel Blimp”.

Yes — the Killjoy OLQ Obsessed Pongo “Colonel Blimp” was the only one who did not eat Pani Puri.

He looked at us with discomfiture.

He staunchly refused our repeated invitations to join us in eating the delicious mouthwatering Pani Puri and chaat.

While leaving — “Colonel Blimp” gave me a stern disapproving look.

I knew he was itching to deliver his stock moral lecture — his standard sermon on “OLQ” (Officer Like Qualities).

But then — in his rule-book — “it was just not done” to bullshit juniors in front of ladies.

So — I was spared the agony of a public scolding.

On our way back — I told my wife the story of “Colonel Blimp”.

My wife was was sure that — the Killjoy OLQ obsessed Pongo “Colonel Blimp” — he would dump his fun-loving “un-officer-like” fiancée — as they seemed to be most incompatible for each other.

But — to our surprise — we soon got an invitation for their wedding.

Of course — his wedding reception was held in the service institute — and everything at the wedding reception was done in a most “officer like manner”.

Colonel Blimp’s wedding reception was an extremely decorous and most formal occasion — as if it were an official party.

His newly wedded wife was conducting herself in a very prim and proper manner.

We were convinced that OLQ Obsessed Pongo “Colonel Blimp” had taken charge of his wife — and he had duly indoctrinated her on the finer aspects of “OLQ”, social graces and service etiquette — and he had drilled into her — as to what was expected of her as a typical Naval Officer’s wife.

It seemed that the OLQ Obsessed Pongo “Colonel Blimp” had converted the fun loving vivacious young girl into a quintessential NWWA Type Navy Wife .

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A Few Days Later

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ARE OFFICERS ALLOWED TO EAT “PANI PURI” (GOL GAPPA)…?

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A few days later — one evening — my wife and I were walking down from Kota House towards India Gate on Shahjahan Road.

Suddenly we saw Pongo “Colonel Blimp” eating Pani Puri at the famous “UPSC Chaat Wala Stall — along with his vivacious wife.

I could not believe my eyes.

Yes — Killjoy Pongo “Colonel Blimp” was actually relishing Pani Puri on a roadside stall.

The moment he saw us — he waved to us and invited us over for some Chaat and Pani Puri.

I was stunned.

This was an invitation we could not refuse.

It was great to see Killjoy Pongo “Colonel Blimp” standing on the roadside — smiling and laughing with abandon — while he ate Pani Puri and Chaat at the roadside stall.

The metamorphosis was amazing.

It seemed that Killjoy Pongo “Colonel Blimp” had lost all his stiff Military “OG-ness”.

He was behaving like a normal “civilian” human being.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself — digging into chaat — and then popping pani puris into his mouth — eating gol gappa after gol gappa — in a very carefree manner — totally oblivious of the surroundings.

The vivacious girl had succeeded in transforming the “spit and polish” — “prim and proper” — OLQ obsessed killjoy Pongo — “Colonel Blimp” — into a carefree “happy-go-lucky” Sailor.

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DOES MARRIAGE CHANGE YOU…?

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I have seen many Officers change for the better after marriage.

And — of course — some Officers change for the worse after marriage.

I had a carefree “devil-may-care” happy-go-lucky coursemate — who suddenly became ambitious and career-conscious after marriage.

But that’s another story…

For now — let us enjoy the “Pani Puri” story of OLQ Obsessed Killjoy Pongo “Colonel Blimp” and have a laugh.

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Dear Reader:

Do you like “Pani Puri”…?

Please tell us about your favourite “Pani Puri” place.

Where do you get the best “Pani Puri” in your town…?

And — do you remember where did you eat the best “Pani Puri” in your life…?

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VIKRAM KARVE

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This story was written by me Vikram Karve in the year 2010 and posted online earlier by me Vikram Karve at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/04/colonel-blimp-and-pani-puri-story-of.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/01/pani-puri-gol-gappa-chaat-and-pongo.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/olq-and-pani-puri-humor-in-uniform.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/05/humor-in-uniform-officer-like-conduct.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/06/humor-in-uniform-pongo-and-pani-puri.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/humor-in-uniform-olq-obsessed-killjoy.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/07/colonel-blimp-and-pani-puri.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/10/humor-in-uniform-are-officers-allowed.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/07/metamorphosis-of-killjoy-story-of.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/11/22/colonel-blimp-and-pani-puri/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/11/22/why-an-army-man-is-nicknamed-a-pongo/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/05/11/humor-story-of-the-olq-obsessed-colonel-blimp-and-pani-puri/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/04/26/why-an-army-man-is-called-a-pongo/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2020/01/11/humor-the-olq-obsessed-killjoy-pongo-colonel-blimp-and-pani-puri/ and NAVY BOTTLE https://karve.wordpress.com/2020/09/05/humor-in-uniform-the-navy-bottle/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/01/11/humor-pani-puri/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/11/01/humor-in-uniform-the-bottle/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/11/11/humor-pongo-and-pani-puri-story/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2022/05/23/pongo-and-pani-puri/ and https://vikramkarve.medium.com/pongo-and-pani-puri-764f8afd4157 and https://karve.wordpress.com/2024/05/17/pani-puri/ etc.

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