Friday, March 21, 2014




I had a heated argument with my boss, a Commodore who had still not mentally ascended from the “Engine Room”

To cool off, I headed straight to the bar, sat on the bar stool, and ordered a bottle of chilled beer.

As I sipped the cool heavenly beer, I started feeling soothed immediately, and in a few minutes I had forgotten about my nasty boss.

The bar was empty, except for me, and two men in civvies drinking beer on a sofa.

One of the two men was a naval officer who I knew – the other I did not know.

The man who I did not know got up and came towards me. 

He introduced himself – he was a Retired Army Officer turned “Real Estate Agent”.

“Your friend told me you are from Pune,” he said.

I glanced at the fellow naval officer – he nodded.

“Yes, Pune is my hometown,” I said to the Real Estate Agent.

“We have a very attractive residential housing scheme exclusively for defence officers,” he said.

He showed me the brochures and explained details of the residential project.

It was quite a good housing project – I felt that maybe I should consider it, since I was indeed planning to settle down in Pune after my retirement a few years later, by which time this project would be ready.

Seeing my interest, the Real Estate Agent said, “I will arrange a site visit on Sunday. We can drive down to Pune in the morning and come back in the evening.”

“Okay,” I said, “But I must talk to my wife.”

“Of course, you must bring your wife with you – we will take both of you to the project site this Sunday,” he said.

“I will let you know – maybe we will go some time later,” I said.

“You better hurry – almost all flats are sold. In fact, an officer from your unit booked a terrace flat this morning. The flat opposite his flat is still vacant – I will block it for you – it’s one of the best flats in the project – the balcony has a fantastic view – plus you will be the next door neighbor of your fellow naval officer,” he said.

“Who is this officer who has booked this flat?” I asked.

“Commodore XXX,” he said.

Commodore XXX was my boss.

On hearing his name, my blood pressure started rising, the soothing effect of the beer started disappearing, stress and anger began to rise in me, and I said firmly to the man, “I am not interested in the flat – in fact, I am not interested in buying a house in this entire project.”

“What happened?” the bewildered real estate agent asked me.

I looked at him and said: “Commodore XXX is my boss. I cannot stand him even for a minute. And you want me to see his bloody face every day after retirement?”

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