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Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Fishing Fleet – Husband Hunting – Part 1

THE “FISHING FLEET”
Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

HUSBAND HUNTING – Part 1 

I learnt the term “Fishing Fleet” – when – many years ago – I read a novel called THE RAJ by Donald H Robinson.

The book is set in British India – in the early 1930’s – in the backdrop of “Colonial Life” – prevalent in the days of the “British Raj”.

The story is about an Englishwoman – a schoolteacher at a renowned boarding school for ladies.

She is now 38 years old – single – and – she has not been able to find a suitable husband in England for all these years.

She is worried that she may remain a spinster all her life.

She desperately wants to get married.

So – she quits her job – and – she decides to sail to India on the “Fishing Fleet” – to “hunt” for a suitable husband.  

Dear Reader – let me tell you a bit about the “Fishing Fleet”.

During the days of the “British Raj” – a large number of Englishmen served in India – in the Civil Services – in the Military – and – at other places.

So – there were a large number of “eligible” Englishmen – but hardly any suitable Englishwomen “brides” for them.

On the other hand – for “middle class” Englishwomen – it was difficult to find a “status” match in England. 

So – after exhausting all opportunities for finding a good husband in England – the women would take the “fishing fleet” to India in search of a prospective husband.

The Civil Services and the Military discouraged marrying before the age of 30 – the age at which it was thought the Officer had “settled down” in his job and it was feasible for him to support a family – so – even age-wise – women in their late 20’s and early 30’s had a good chance of bagging a prize catch husband.

During those “Colonial Days” of the “British Raj” – the “Social Season” in India was in winter – from December to February – and the “Fishing Fleet” arrived in India at the beginning of the social season – during which – all efforts were made to facilitate “coupling” of the prospective husbands and brides.

The women had a distinct advantage – the gender ratio was skewed heavily in their favour – there were 3 to 4 men “available” for every woman.

So – in view of this huge gender advantage – it was quite easy for most of “fishing fleet” women to acquire a husband.

If you were lucky – you could get a “Bada Sahib” (Civil Services or Military Officer) husband. 

Otherwise – you would have to settle for a “Chota Sahib” Englishman working in other jobs in India – like in the Railways (or other Government Services) – a Tea Planter – or a “manager” in the numerous business/trading companies/firms/industries set up in India.

Well – most “fishing fleet” women did manage to find a husband – so – they got married – and they remained in India with their husbands and lived “happily ever after”.

And – those unfortunate “fishing fleet” women who failed to find a husband – they sailed back to England – as “Returned Empties” – probably destined to remain a spinster all their lives.

The genesis of the “fishing fleet” was in the year 1671 – when the East India Company sent 20 single women to Bombay (now called Mumbai) – each given an allowance of 300 Pounds Sterling – and – a new set of clothing.

The women were given a simple objective – to find a “company-approved” mate within a year.

It seems that this experiment was successful – and – this resulted in establishing a practice of transporting a steady “cargo” of potential brides by sea all the way to India every year.

Colloquially – in Naval Parlance – this was nicknamed as the “Fishing Fleet” – and – the potential brides were known as “Fishing Fleeters”.  

What happened to the “fishing fleeter” heroine of the novel…?

Was her “husband hunting” mission a success…?

Did she have any romances – any passionate affairs …?

Did she find a “suitable” husband and settle down in India to a happy married life…?

Or – did she return back to England – desolate – as a “Returned Empty”…?

For all that – you will have to read the book.

Now – Dear Reader – in Part 2 – let me tell you a few stories which happened much later – during my delightful days in the Navy.

VIKRAM KARVE 
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. 
© vikram karve., all rights reserved. 

Disclaimer:
1. This story is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories 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.

Copyright Notice:
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
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Sunday, November 10, 2019

Rest in Peace

REST IN PEACE 
Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU – STORY By VIKRAM KARVE

Read this slowly and carefully. 

Take your time.

Savour every word.

Try to enjoy reading this.

Because this is going to be the last thing you ever read.

Yes 
– you are not going to read anything else after you finish reading this.

Let me tell you why. 

Because by the time you finish reading this – I am going to finish you off.

Yes. 

You read right. 

You read bloody right...!!!

I am going to finish you off.

You can take my word for it.

I am going to finish you off once and for all.

I am going to murder you in cold blood.

Till you are dead.

RIP.

Requiescat in pace
.

Or 
– is it requiescant in pace...?  

It doesn
’t matter.

Yes – it just does not matter how you describe death.

But one thing is sure.

You are going to rest in peace.

That’s right. 

You are going to Rest in Peace.

Rest in Peace 

RIP

Forever.

You think this is a big joke...?

It is not a joke.

Yes 
– my friend.

This is no joke.

I am going to terminate you.

I have been watching you for many days. 

You are so nice and healthy. 

That is why I have no compunctions 
– no guilt feelings – as I firmly believe that my victim ought to be in good health – since it is barbarous to kill anybody who is weak or of a sickly disposition. 

After you finish reading this 
– just sit back and relax. 

But don't turn around and look behind you.

That
’s right – DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU

I know you can find excuses to hang around your house 
– or your office – or wherever you are reading this – but sooner or later – you will have to have to get up and go out.

And 
– I will be waiting for you out there.

Or 
– maybe I am closer to you than that.

Maybe 
– I am in this very room where you are sitting.  

You think of death as something far away – something distant – don’t you...?

It is not...!!!

Death is very near 
– very close to you. 

Maybe just behind you. 

Yes – death may be lurking right behind you. 

Right now...!!!

Believe me. 

I am dead serious. 

Your death is just lurking behind your back.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU 

Come on 
– Dear Friend. 

Tell me. 

Where are you reading this...?

In your office on your PC...? 

Or – are you reading this at home – late at night – on your laptop...? 

Or – are you reading this outdoors – or while traveling – or on a lazy afternoon – on your smartphone...?

Or 
– have you taken a printout and are reading this propped up on your pillow in bed late at night...?

It doesn’t matter. 

It just does not matter.

Because I am going to come and kill you the moment you finish reading this.

You can take my word for it.  

If you are home while reading this 
– maybe I am in your house with you right now.

Maybe in this very room – stealthily creeping right behind you – waiting for you to finish the story.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

Maybe 
– I am watching surreptitiously through your office window.

Or 
– maybe – I am standing menacingly right behind you – as you sit at your work desk staring at the monitor – waiting to pierce you with the deadly needle of the hypodermic syringe filled with lethal venom – the moment you finish reading this.

Just sit still 
– and keep reading.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

Or 
– maybe I am sitting covertly right next to you in the Internet café where you are reading this.

Don’t look 
– Dear Friend. 

Do not
 turn.

Do not look.

Please DO NOT TURN AROUND AND LOOK 

Just keep reading. 

Just focus your eyes on this page 
– and keep on reading this.

Maybe – I am waiting outside for you.

But don’t look around. 

Please do not turn and look around.

You will be happier if you don’t know – if you don’t see the needle coming.

So please 
– DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

But 
– wherever you are reading this – rest assured that I am near you – I am very near you – very very near you – watching – and waiting for you to finish reading this.

And then 
– I will silently slither right behind you.

And 
– from the right pocket of my trousers – I will carefully take out the lethal syringe.

Don’t be scared.

You won’t feel a thing.

Maybe just a wee little scratch 
– a teeny weeny prick of a tiny microscopic needle.

And you will die instantly.

It’s much better killing this way – instantaneous, effortless, clean, clinical, painless.

I like it this way.

When I kill people this way 
– they don’t even come to know.

Unless they turn around and look.

So 
– don’t look behind you...!!!

I am warning you. 

Yes – I am warning you.

Just don't turn around and look behind you.  

You don’t believe in the macabre 
– do you...?

Do you think my imagination is running wild...?


You think that this is just my amateurish attempt at writing a short story – don’t you...?

Go on 
– smile to yourself – thinking this is just a joke – a fib, a yarn.

But let me assure you 
– that – this is no joke.

DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU  


Don’t you dare look behind you.

You don
’t believe me...?

Okay – don’t believe me – until you feel the gentle prick of the hypodermic needle penetrating deep into your spine.


VIKRAM KARVE
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
1. If you share this post, please give due credit to the author Vikram Karve
2. Please DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. Please DO NOT Cut/Copy/Paste this post
© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

Disclaimer:
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.

Copyright Notice:
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
Copyright © Vikram Karve (All Rights Reserved)

Rest in Peace

REST IN PEACE 
Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU – STORY By VIKRAM KARVE

Read this slowly and carefully. 

Take your time.

Savour every word.

Try to enjoy reading this.

Because this is going to be the last thing you ever read.

Yes 
– you are not going to read anything else after you finish reading this.

Let me tell you why. 

Because by the time you finish reading this – I am going to finish you off.

Yes. 

You read right. 

You read bloody right...!!!

I am going to finish you off.

You can take my word for it.

I am going to finish you off once and for all.

I am going to murder you in cold blood.

Till you are dead.

RIP.

Requiescat in pace
.

Or 
– is it requiescant in pace...?  

It doesn
’t matter.

Yes – it just does not matter how you describe death.

But one thing is sure.

You are going to rest in peace.

That’s right. 

You are going to Rest in Peace.

Rest in Peace 

RIP

Forever.

You think this is a big joke...?

It is not a joke.

Yes 
– my friend.

This is no joke.

I am going to terminate you.

I have been watching you for many days. 

You are so nice and healthy. 

That is why I have no compunctions 
– no guilt feelings – as I firmly believe that my victim ought to be in good health – since it is barbarous to kill anybody who is weak or of a sickly disposition. 

After you finish reading this 
– just sit back and relax. 

But don't turn around and look behind you.

That
’s right – DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU

I know you can find excuses to hang around your house 
– or your office – or wherever you are reading this – but sooner or later – you will have to have to get up and go out.

And 
– I will be waiting for you out there.

Or 
– maybe I am closer to you than that.

Maybe 
– I am in this very room where you are sitting.  

You think of death as something far away – something distant – don’t you...?

It is not...!!!

Death is very near 
– very close to you. 

Maybe just behind you. 

Yes – death may be lurking right behind you. 

Right now...!!!

Believe me. 

I am dead serious. 

Your death is just lurking behind your back.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU 

Come on 
– Dear Friend. 

Tell me. 

Where are you reading this...?

In your office on your PC...? 

Or – are you reading this at home – late at night – on your laptop...? 

Or – are you reading this outdoors – or while traveling – or on a lazy afternoon – on your smartphone...?

Or 
– have you taken a printout and are reading this propped up on your pillow in bed late at night...?

It doesn’t matter. 

It just does not matter.

Because I am going to come and kill you the moment you finish reading this.

You can take my word for it.  

If you are home while reading this 
– maybe I am in your house with you right now.

Maybe in this very room – stealthily creeping right behind you – waiting for you to finish the story.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

Maybe 
– I am watching surreptitiously through your office window.

Or 
– maybe – I am standing menacingly right behind you – as you sit at your work desk staring at the monitor – waiting to pierce you with the deadly needle of the hypodermic syringe filled with lethal venom – the moment you finish reading this.

Just sit still 
– and keep reading.

DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

Or 
– maybe I am sitting covertly right next to you in the Internet café where you are reading this.

Don’t look 
– Dear Friend. 

Do not
 turn.

Do not look.

Please DO NOT TURN AROUND AND LOOK 

Just keep reading. 

Just focus your eyes on this page 
– and keep on reading this.

Maybe – I am waiting outside for you.

But don’t look around. 

Please do not turn and look around.

You will be happier if you don’t know – if you don’t see the needle coming.

So please 
– DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU  

But 
– wherever you are reading this – rest assured that I am near you – I am very near you – very very near you – watching – and waiting for you to finish reading this.

And then 
– I will silently slither right behind you.

And 
– from the right pocket of my trousers – I will carefully take out the lethal syringe.

Don’t be scared.

You won’t feel a thing.

Maybe just a wee little scratch 
– a teeny weeny prick of a tiny microscopic needle.

And you will die instantly.

It’s much better killing this way – instantaneous, effortless, clean, clinical, painless.

I like it this way.

When I kill people this way 
– they don’t even come to know.

Unless they turn around and look.

So 
– don’t look behind you...!!!

I am warning you. 

Yes – I am warning you.

Just don't turn around and look behind you.  

You don’t believe in the macabre 
– do you...?

Do you think my imagination is running wild...?


You think that this is just my amateurish attempt at writing a short story – don’t you...?

Go on 
– smile to yourself – thinking this is just a joke – a fib, a yarn.

But let me assure you 
– that – this is no joke.

DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU  


Don’t you dare look behind you.

You don
’t believe me...?

Okay – don’t believe me – until you feel the gentle prick of the hypodermic needle penetrating deep into your spine.


VIKRAM KARVE
Copyright © Vikram Karve 
1. If you share this post, please give due credit to the author Vikram Karve
2. Please DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. Please DO NOT Cut/Copy/Paste this post
© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

Disclaimer:
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.

Copyright Notice:
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
Copyright © Vikram Karve (All Rights Reserved)