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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Mickey Finn – A Story from My Navy Days – for Holi

Tomorrow – Dear Friends – is the festival of Holi.

Holi is associated with Humor and free-for-all fun and frolic. 

Here is a “Memoir” from my Navy Days – apt for the occasion...

MICKEY FINN
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE 

Naval Academy Cochin (now called Kochi)
Mid 1970’s 

WHY DID YOU JOIN THE NAVY…? 

The moment we reported to the Naval Academy (NAVAC) at Cochin (Kochi) – we were asked the quintessential question: 

“Why did you join the Navy…?”

Most of us gave unimaginative stereotyped answers which everyone had heard before.

Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” was different.

Sub Lieutenant “M” said: 

“I joined the Navy to drink good Booze...”


(Those days – the Junior-most Officer Rank in the Army/Navy/Air Force was Second Lieutenant (2nd/Lt), Acting Sub Lieutenant (Ag Sub Lt) and Pilot Officer (P/O) respectively. 

In the year 2004 – thanks to the AVS Cadre Review Bonanza – this junior-most officer rank was abolished – and Defence Officers were commissioned directly as Lieutenants/Sub Lieutenants/Flying Officers in the Army/Navy/Air Force respectively – which were the ranks above the erstwhile “2nd Lt”/“Ag Sub Lt”/“Pilot Officer” – the lowest officer ranks earlier) 

Dear Reader: After this digression – let me start telling you the story again: 


The moment we reported to Naval Academy (NAVAC) Cochin (Kochi) – we were asked the quintessential question: 

“Why did you join the Navy…?”

Most of us gave unimaginative stereotyped answers which everyone had heard before.

Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” was different.

Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” said: 

“I joined the Navy to drink good Booze...”

“What did you say...?” the Officer-in-charge bellowed at Acting Sub Lieutenant “M”

Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” nonchalantly said: 

“Sir – I said that I joined the Navy to drink good booze...” 

The Officer-in-charge and Staff Officers of NAVAC thought that Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” was joking. 

But – Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” was dead serious. 

He had indeed joined the Navy to drink good booze.

We were “University Entry Officers”.

We were selected via the “University Entry Scheme” (UES) – an “Earn while you Learn” Recruitment Scheme – which was highly successful in attracting the best Engineering Talent.

Under the UES – Navy Selection Teams visited premier Engineering Colleges/IITs/RECs (NITs) at the beginning of our pre-final year – and they interviewed and shortlisted suitable candidates – who had to appear before a Services Selection Board (SSB) at Allahabad, Bhopal or Bangalore.

Those selected by the SSB – and found medically fit – were offered a commission as an Officer in the Navy from the beginning of their final year of Engineering.

So – we were Naval Officers drawing handsome pay during our final year of Engineering – owing to which we enjoyed great prestige and relative affluence as compared to our fellow student classmates.

On completion of our B. Tech. / BE courses – we joined the Naval Academy – for Basic and Divisional (B&D) Training.

We had heard that – during his final year in Engineering College – “M” had taken his appointment letter (as an officer in the Indian Navy) to a Military Unit near his college – and he had managed to get a Liquor Card from the Unit CSD Canteen which enabled him to enjoy his full “Booze Quota” of “Military Rum” during his final year of Engineering.

Coming back to the Naval Academy – on our very first “liberty” a month after joining training – while we headed for Movie Halls and Restaurants in Ernakulam Town – Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” rushed to nearest Bar to get gloriously drunk.

In fact – “M” enjoyed himself so much – downing peg after peg of Rum – to “cure” his “thirst” – that he passed out “dead drunk” in the Bar.

Luckily for “M” – a “Good Samaritan” saw his Navy ID Card.

The “Good Samaritan” carried the blissfully “comatose” Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” into his car – then he drove down to the Naval Base – and deposited “M” outside the OOD’s Office.

This episode resulted in some heavy “punishments” and “restrictions” for “M” – including cancellation of his “liberty” (“shore leave” in Navy Jargon) till the end of the term.

The “powers-that-be” realized that Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” meant business – as far as his reason for joining the Navy was concerned.

However – “M” was not to be deterred from his aim. 

And – within a few days – he used his initiative to get access to booze.

As I told you – we were already Officers when we joined the Naval Academy (NAVAC) – and we were drawing full pay and allowances.

So – we dined in the Officers’ Wardroom – the Southern Naval Area (SNA) Wardroom Officers’ Mess.

(Yes – those days it was a Naval Area – not a Naval Command. A few years later – SNA was upgraded to SNC (Southern Naval Command)...)

Of course – since we were not allowed to wear stripes during training – we dined in a separate “Gun Room” – but – we were full-fledged members of the Wardroom Officers Mess.

There were no “free” authorized rations those days – so – as officers – we paid for our food – unlike cadets – who dined in cadet dining halls in the Academy and got free food.

During Basic Training – we were not officially allowed to drink liquor – but we were permitted to smoke – and we bought our cigarettes at the Wardroom Bar by signing chits – since we were full-fledged members of the Wardroom Mess.

On working day evenings – we dined in “Red Sea Rig” uniform.

On Weekends/Sundays/Holidays – we were permitted to wear “civvies”.

One Sunday evening – while we were buying cigarettes at the Bar – “M” asked the steward for a Large Peg of Rum – and – with confident flourish – “M” signed a chit for the Rum.

The steward served “M” a Large Peg of Rum.

It was as simple as that.

From then on – every evening – “M” would sneak out from his cabin during the pre-dinner “Study Hour” – and head for the Wardroom Bar for his daily quota of Rum – and then – after quickly downing a few pegs of Rum “down-the-hatch” – “M” would  join us for dinner in the “Gun Room”.

Once our Basic Training was over – and we passed out of the Naval Academy – we could officially drink all the liquor we wanted to – especially top class premium “duty free” foreign liquor on ships.

For Acting Sub Lieutenant “M” – the choicest “duty free” foreign liquor was a bonanza – the very raison d’être – for which he had joined the Navy. 

“M” had a great time in the Navy – especially on board ships – drinking all the booze he wanted to his heart’s content – fully realising his cardinal aim of joining the Navy –> “I joined the Navy to drink good Booze...”


10 Years Later 

IAT Pune
Mid 1980’s


“M” enjoyed his bachelor days “soaked in alcohol” – imbibing all the booze he could lay his hands on.

For “M” – it was the happiest time of his life – and the Navy was the best thing that had happened to him.

Sadly – one day – “M” got married.

And – even worse – “M” got a “tough cookie” teetotaller wife – who cracked down heavily on his drinking.

In fact – his redoubtable wife banned alcohol in the house – and she kept an “eagle eye” on her husband at parties.

So – “M” would surreptitiously gulp a few quick “down-the-hatch” pegs of Rum whenever he got an opportunity – followed by some cardamom (Elaichi) to mask the smell of alcohol.

A few years later – “M” landed up as a “student” for an advanced specialization course at IAT Girinagar Pune – where I was his instructor.

Every evening – “M” would tell his wife that he wanted to “clear some doubts” about the subject I was teaching him – and he would land up in my house.

Of course – there were no academic “doubts” he wanted cleared.

“M” would have three quick pegs of Rum at my place.

And then – “M” would head home feeling “high” and “happy”.

When his wife questioned him on his “happy” state – “M” would plead that I was his instructor – and I had offered him a drink. 

“M” told his wife I would get annoyed if he refused my generous offer of a drink – and this may affect his grades in the course.

M’s wife blamed me for “spoiling” her husband.

One day – M’s wife had her revenge on me.

On Holi evening – I was taking a long evening walk to sober up from the boisterous drunken Holi celebrations in the morning. 

M’s wife waved out to me – and – she called me to her lawn.

“M” was probably sleeping inside – “dead drunk”.

While celebrating Holi with full gusto – “M” had “passed out” in the morning after surreptitiously downing huge amounts of a deadly cocktail of  “Rum and Beer”. 

(“M” had taken advantage of the fact that his “beloved” wife had magnanimously permitted “M” to have one bottle of Beer – as a special case for the occasion of HOLI 

So – “M” had heavily “fortified” his Beer with plenty of Rum – he had poured almost half a bottle of Rum into his bottle of Beer. 

After imbibing this huge amount of booze in a short time – “M” got totally drunk – and soon – “M” collapsed unconscious into drunken stupor – and he had to be carried home...) 

Coming back to our story...

On HOLI evening – when I was taking a long evening walk to sober up from the boisterous morning celebrations – M’s wife waved out to me and she called me to her lawn. 

“M” was probably sleeping inside – still in drunken stupor – after his “glorious” Holi “celebration” in the morning. 

I walked across the lawn to the M’s wife.

M’s wife looked charmingly at me.

“You drank too much in the morning. I will give you something really good to cure your hangover...” M’s wife said with a tender smile.

I accepted her kind invitation.

M’s wife asked me to sit on a chair in the verandah – and then – she went inside.

After some time – M’s wife emerged from kitchen – and – with an innocent smile – she served me a glass of Khus “Sherbet” cool drink.

What I did not know was that M’s wife had laced the cool green Khus “Sherbet” with a heavy dose of “Bhang”.

Yes – M’s wife had spiked the cool drink with deadly intoxicating “Bhang”  (cannabis) 

M’s wife had slipped me a potent “Mickey Finn”.

And – I naively drank the “Bhang” spiked cool drink. 

Yes – I unsuspectingly drank the intoxicating “Bhang” spiked “Sherbet”. 

Soon – the “Bhang” started having effect – and I started feeling “high”. 

I wondered why M’s wife was giving me such a “sweet” smile…? 

Was she trying to...??? 

Dear Reader: 

What do you think happened thereafter…?

Well – that’s another story…

VIKRAM KARVE
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Friday, November 3, 2017

“Marriage Proposal”

“MARRIAGE PROPOSAL”
LOVE STORY
A Fictional Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

The Lady Army Officer puts on her evening mess uniform – black trousers, white full sleeved shirt tucked in with the regimental cummerbund.

She looks at herself in the full length mirror.

She starts from her polished black shoes – and moves her eyes up – till her shining shoulder tabs.

This is probably the last time she would be wearing the three stars of a Captain.

Tomorrow – after 6 years of service – she would be promoted to the rank of Major – and would be wearing the rank badge of the Three Lions National Emblem of a Major.

She looks at her face in the mirror.

She likes what she sees.

She looks smart and tidy, well-groomed, with her hair trimmed neatly – well turned out – just like an army officer should be.

But as she looks a bit closer – she feels a tremor of anxiety.

She sees those first signs of the process of ageing – infinitesimal – almost indiscernible – but indisputable – two minute furrows on her forehead, a slight coarsening of the skin below her eyes, a strand of grey hair, just one, a slight one, but it is there.

Is time running out for her...?

Will she have to live the rest of her life all alone – loveless and lonely...?

She remembers the time she spent at home, with her parents – on her annual leave – from which she has just returned.

Keen to get her married – her mother had lined up three suitable boys for her.

Sadly – nothing had worked out and she had drawn a blank.

Three boys – three rejections – total disaster.

In fact – in the first case – the boy hadn’t even bothered to see her.

The boy’s mother had rejected her outright the moment she came to know that the girl was in the Army.

“I don’t want a gun-toting daughter-in-law...” the snooty woman said.

And then the mother of the prospective groom admonished the Lady Army Officer’s mother: 

“Why did you waste our time...? You should have written in the matrimonial advertisement that your daughter was in the Army.”

In the matrimonial ads – and in the marriage bureau forms – the Lady Army Officer’s mother had discreetly avoided mentioning that the bride was an Army Officer.

She had just said that her daughter was a Computer Engineer.

Maybe – the Lady Army Officer’s mother did not want to scare away prospective grooms in the very first instance.

Once they liked her daughter – maybe then it was the appropriate time to tell them that she was an Army Officer.

But even that hadn’t worked.

The “Techie” Boy from Bangalore had liked her.

“I am sure you can manage a transfer to Bangalore so we can live together...” he had asked.

“I don’t think so...” the Lady Army Officer had said, “I have just been posted to the North-East – and I will have to serve over there for at least 2-3 years before I am due for my next posting.”

“Then why don’t you quit the Army...? You are a Computer Engineer. I am sure that with your qualifications you will get a good job in Bangalore. I am sure I can help you out – I will talk to my Boss – maybe you can join my company itself...” he had said.

“I cannot quit the Army right now...” she had said, “I have just finished 6 years service and I have to complete my tenure of 10 years.”

“That’s 4 years more – I can’t wait for 4 years for marriage...” he had said.

“Why wait – we can get married now…” she had said.

“What is the point of getting married now and living separately for the first 4 years of our marriage...?” the “Techie” Boy had remarked, “well I don’t want to do that – I want to live together with my wife – at least for the first few years of marriage. Why marry if you have to live separately...?”

The 3rd boy was an MBA – an NRI Investment Banker living in New York.

He was okay with a “long distance” marriage – at least for 4 years – till she quit the Army.

“I’ll try for an assignment somewhere nearby in the East – in the Gulf – or Hong Kong – or Singapore – or maybe even in India – so we can meet more often...” he had said.

But there was one big hitch – the boy was an American Citizen.

And – she knew – that being in the Army – she could not marry a foreigner.

Obviously – the boy wasn’t going to give up his coveted American citizenship.

“Maybe we can work something out...” her father had said, “she can apply for permission – or maybe – they will allow her to quit the Army on these grounds of marriage to a foreign citizen.”

But – it was too late.

The NRI Boy’s mother had lined up a bevy of girls for him to see during his Two Week Christmas Vacation in India.

With so many girls dying to go to America – the NRI Boy was “hot-property” – affluent, handsome – a most eligible bachelor – and that very evening the Boy’s mother had called to inform them that her son’s marriage had been fixed to someone else.

The Lady Army Officer’s mother was upset and she said gloomily to her daughter: 

“I told you not to join the Army. You topped in Computer Engineering. You had such a good job in the best software company. They were even going to send you abroad to work onsite. You had such a bright future in the IT industry. And suddenly – you give up a bright career in IT – and you join the army. You are almost 29 now – all your classmates are married – most have become mothers by now. It is so difficult to find a “Boy” who wants to marry an Army Officer. For most Boys – that’s not the “image” they have of a wife. I think the only option for you is to find some Army Officer who is ready to marry you.”

Maybe her mother was right – Women Army Officers are simply not “marriage material” in the “civilian marriage market”.

Her brother-in-law Aditya had said the same thing too.

Yes – Aditya – her school and college buddy – who had married her younger sister.

“I feel it would be best for you to find a “husband in uniform”...” he had said.

“What do you mean...?”

“When civilian boys come to know that you are an Army Officer – it conjures up an image of a “macho woman” – and most boys get put off. After all – men want a “feminine” woman as a wife.”

“Don’t I look “feminine”...?”

“You used to look “feminine” – before you joined the Army.”

“What do you mean...? Have I changed...?”

“Of course you have changed – it is inevitable – after all – you are a “woman in a man’s profession”...”

The Woman Army Officer was stunned – dumbstruck – and they stared at each other for some time.

Then – after a while – Aditya said: 

“I want to tell you something that I have not told anyone – not even you.”

“What...?”

“I was in love with you. I wanted to marry you. I was going to propose to you...”

“Then why didn’t you...?”

“You suddenly went and joined the Army. And then – you changed…”

“So – you married my younger sister…?”

The Woman Army Officer felt terrible.

Being rejected by three boys was bad enough. And now this – Aditya – the boy who was in love with her – he had married her younger sister. 

All this had happened just because she had joined the Army. 

Quitting her promising job in IT and joining the Army was the biggest mistake of her life.

She regretted her “spur-of-the-moment” decision to join the Army.

Everything was going on fine.

She had a well paying job in the best software company where her talents were valued and her career prospects were bright.

Life was comfortable.

She took the company bus to work from her home in Aundh to her workplace in Hinjewadi.

And on weekends – she and her friends enjoyed the delights that a lovely cosmopolitan metro like Pune had to offer – Movies in Multiplexes – Shopping in Malls – Eating out in Restaurants – or just loafing around town.

Then – one day – she had seen that Army recruitment advertisement.

And – in a sudden burst of jingoism – fuelled by a spurt of adventurism – she had made the worst decision of her life.

She quit her excellent job in the best software company – and she joined the Army.

Everyone had advised her against it – her parents, her friends, her bosses, her colleagues – even her best friend Aditya – who was her school and college buddy – and now her work-colleague in the software firm where she worked.

But – she was in no mood to listen.

Women IT Techies were treated on par with men. 

Men and women had equal opportunity. 

In the Software Industry – there was no “glass ceiling” – and she would be able to work for as long as she wanted.

But here – in the Army – it was a feudal patriarchal culture.

In the Military – women were treated with kid gloves – as if they were “sissies” – and – for women – career opportunities were limited.

For male officers – the Army offered a lifetime career – they could become Generals.

But women officers could only serve for 10 years – at most 14 – and then – they were left “high-and-dry” – to fend for themselves in the civilian world.

Time was running out.

6 years of her army service were over – 4 years more – maybe another 4 years – and she would be left to fend for herself – all alone in “civvy-street”.

Even “work-wise” – she would be “neither here or there”.

10 years of “jack of all trades” experience in the Army was nowhere as good as 10 years specialized domain experience in IT.

If she were lucky – at most – she would land up a run-of-the-mill job in HR – and be content to watch her erstwhile civilian colleagues zoom up the ladder.

She dreaded the worst case scenario – she would be a spinster in her 30’s – unmarriageable – unemployable – and destined to spend the rest of her life as a “lonely maid”.

She did not want that to happen to her.

She had to get married.

And – if she wanted to get married – it seemed that there was only one option left – she would have to find a “military” husband in uniform.

The few of her Lady Officer Academy Course-Mates who were married – they had got married to fellow Army Officers.

In the Army – it was quite easy for a Lady Army Officer to get a male officer to fall in love with her.

Starved of female companionship in the insular world of military cantonments – Male Army Officers were quite vulnerable.

In fact – some of the shrewd women officers had even meticulously planned contrived romances – and specifically targeted fellow Army Officers in uniform – culminating in successful matrimony with “prized catches”.

But somehow – she had not thought it proper to marry a colleague in uniform – she liked to keep her work relationships strictly professional – and – she considered these liaisons in uniform as “fraternization”.

But now – maybe it was time for her to take a “reality check” – and change her views.

But then – there were hardly any suitable male officers out here – in this Godforsaken remote place where she was posted.

She regretted that she had unnecessarily opened her mouth in the party when that male chauvinist General was criticizing female officers.

After downing a few drinks – the General had loudly commented that allowing women to join the Army was a big mistake – and he made demeaning comments about the capabilities of Women Army Officers and remarked that all women officers wanted soft jobs in comfortable stations while their male counterparts had to slog it out in tough remote places.

She had protested – and she said that women were as tough as men – and she boasted that she was ready to serve anywhere and undergo the same hardship as her male counterparts.

Maybe – her outburst had annoyed the General and the “Top Brass”.

Within a week – she was posted to this remote and desolate place in the “back of beyond”.

At least in her previous station – there were a number of eligible bachelor male officers who could be considered as prospective husbands.

But out here – in this remote and isolated far-flung place – there is no one.

There is just one male unmarried officer in the unit around her age – the Adjutant – but then – he is already engaged to his childhood sweetheart.

The two subalterns are immature kids – just 22 or 23 – and they seem to be engrossed with each other.

And – all the other officers are married.

The Lady Army Officer feels lonely – as she has no friends in this desolate place.

She scrupulously avoids socializing with her married male colleagues.

Some have a “glad eye” – and you can never tell the proclivities of anyone – plus – there is always a danger that their jealous wives would get unnecessarily suspicious and complain to higher-ups that she was “stealing the affections” of their husbands.

Besides the Lady Army Officer – there are three “single” unmarried officers in the unit – living in the officers’ mess – the Adjutant and two subalterns.

The “Darby and Joan” subaltern couple seem to be obsessed with each other and keep to themselves, preoccupied in a world of their own, most of the time. 

They give her smiles of forced geniality and call her “Ma’am” – but they hardly talk to her – except for the customary salutes – and – “Good Morning” “Good Evening” greetings – whenever they cross her path.

The love-smitten Adjutant is in his own world – forever thinking of his fiancée.

He has gone to his hometown on leave to get engaged to his fiancée.

That is all she knows about him – since the Adjutant is quite an introvert who does not talk much beyond pleasantries and “shop-talk”.

All this train of thought makes her feel gloomy about her future.

The Lady Army Officer looks at her watch.

It is 7:30 PM – or 1930 Hours – as they say in Army parlance.

The mess hall will open at 8 for dinner – so there is time for a drink in the bar.

Yes – tonight she definitely needs a stiff drink to soothe her downcast spirits.

The Lady Army Officer locks her room and walks towards the Bar of the Officers’ Mess.

The Lady Army Officer opens the glass door of the Officers’ Mess Bar – she enters the Bar Room – and she walks towards the bar counter.

“Back from leave...?” she hears a familiar voice.

Taken aback – the Lady Army Officer turns – and she sees the Adjutant sitting on a sofa in the corner of the bar-room.

“Good Evening, Sir...” she wishes the Adjutant.

“Good Evening...” he says to her.

“Sir – back from leave so early...?” she asks him.

“Come – sit with me...” the Adjutant says.

The Adjutant rises chivalrously – and he gestures for her to sit on the sofa opposite him.

The Lady Army Officer sits on the sofa.

“What’s your “poison”...?” the Adjutant asks her.

The Adjutant seems to be behaving quite strangely.

She has never seen him in such a gregarious mood before.

“I’ll have “Rum and Coke”, Sir...” she says.

“Rum and Coke...? That’s great...!!! You too seem to be in a “drinking mood”. I normally drink “Rum-Pani” – but I’ll have Rum and Coke too...” the Adjutant says – and he gestures to the barman to get the drinks.

The barman places their Rum-and-Coke drinks before them.

They sit opposite each other in silence, sip from their glasses.

“Sir – you’ve come back early from leave...?” the Lady Army Officer asks the Adjutant, trying to break the silence.

“Yes – I had 15 days leave left – but I have reported back early...” he says.

“Sir – how was your engagement...?” she asks.

“What bloody engagement...? There was no engagement...” he says.

“No engagement...? But I remember you telling me that you were going to get engaged to your fiancée during this leave.”

“She dumped me. They cancelled the engagement. Me – my family – everyone – we all became a laughing stock. I felt so bad that I just couldn’t stand it anymore – so I came back.”

“Oh My God – I am sorry, Sir...”

“Do you know – we were going steady since my NDA days. I was in my Fifth Term when I met her at the NDA ball. She was studying in her first year of Engineering in the Engineering College at Pune. I wanted to join the Arms – the Infantry, Artillery or Armoured Corps – but I opted for the Technical Services – so that I could be with her in Pune while I was doing my Degree Engineering Course at CME. You see – that is how much I was in love with her – I loved her even more than my army career.”

The Adjutant pauses – and he has a big gulp from his glass – and he signals the barman for another round of drinks.

“And then, Sir, what happened...?” the Lady Army Officer asks.

“After finishing her Engineering – she got a job in the IT Industry – in a top software company in Pune. We wanted to get married but her parents kept on postponing it on some pretext or the other – first they said – let her settle down in her job – then they said – let her go abroad for onsite assignment – I waited and waited. Then – the company sent her on a second assignment to the US – and – this time she remained in America for more than a year – and now she has switched jobs out there in America – she has got a really good job – and she has decided to remain there in the US – I think she wants to stay in America forever – that’s what it looks like – the last time we spoke – she asked me if it is possible for me to quit the Army and join her in America...”

“Sir – if you love her that much – why don’t you try...? You can quit the Army and join her over there in America...”

“Are you crazy...? You are a Short Service Commission Officer – and they will not allow even you to quit the Army till you complete 10 years. Do you think they will let an ex-NDA Permanent Commissioned Officer quit the Army so easily...? And – why should I leave the Army anyway – this is my chosen career – and I like it here...”

“Sir – someone has to compromise...”

“It’s too late now. Do you know what her father said...? He said that his daughter was “out of my league” – her father boasted that she was earning much more than me – and she had much better career prospects than me – so he did not want her to quit her job and waste her life by becoming a full-time Army Officer’s Homemaker Wife dutifully following her husband like an appendage on postings to Godforsaken places like this one...”

“But you could have managed…”

“The fact is that – while her father was saying all this – she just remained quiet. I think she too was having second thoughts about marrying me – now that her career had taken off so well – and that too in the US. I think ambition prevailed over love.”

“Yes, Sir – I think many girls are like that nowadays – they put career above marriage...” the Lady Army Officer says, “but it is the same problem for Lady Officers as well – Civilians don’t want to marry Army Officers – male or female...”

“Is it so...? Then it seems that the best place where I can find a wife is within the Army. I think I better begin searching for some “eligible” Lady Officers…”

“You don’t need to search very far, Sir...” the Lady Army Officer says.

The Adjutant keeps down his glass on the table – and he looks intently at the Lady Army Officer.

Then – he says to her: 

“Am I thinking correctly – what you are saying – are you proposing marriage to me – I hope you are serious…?”

“Yes, Sir – I am in the same boat too. Why not we give it a try...? You and Me – let’s get married. Maybe it will be a marriage of convenience – but then…” the Lady Army Officer says.

“Yes – why not we give it a try...? Let’s get married. And do you know – the Army is encouraging such “marriages in uniform” nowadays – they want Army Officers to marry each other – okay – let’s get married – maybe they will give us “spouse postings” and post us at the same stations – so we can be together…” the Adjutant says.

They look at each other – into each other’s eyes.

“I am feeling good...” the Lady Army Officer says.

“Me too...” the Adjutant says.

“That calls for a drink...!!!” they both say in unison.

They clink their glasses and start laughing together.

And soon – the Lady Officer and the Gentleman Officer get married.

They become husband and wife – a “Military” Couple in Uniform.


EPILOGUE

If you look around in the 3 Defence Services – Army, Navy and Air Force – you will see that most women officers marry their male counterparts in uniform.

You may have wondered why so many Lady Officers prefer to marry Gentleman Officers – but now – you know the reason why most “fauji” women officers marry their erstwhile “brother” officers.

Of course – the services encourage such “marriages in uniform” by giving various incentives like spouse posting etc – and – these “couples in uniform” live happily ever after.

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