Tuesday, April 28, 2020

“Macho Man”



“I want to divorce my wife…” he said.

“Why…?” I asked him.

“Adultery…” he said.

“Oh. Your wife has committed adultery. Is she having an extra-marital affair…?” I asked him.

“No…” he said, “I have committed adultery. I am having extra-marital affairs…”

“Oh…” I said, “So your wife found out about your infidelity – and now – she is asking for divorce on grounds of adultery…”

“No…” he said, “My wife knows nothing about my affairs….”

“Then what is the problem…? You can continue having a “good time”. Why do you want a divorce…? Do you want to marry someone with whom you are having an affair..?” I asked him.

“Please. Don’t ask me too many questions. You are the best divorce lawyer in town. Just get me a quick divorce…” he said.

“Okay. I’ll need some details – about you – your wife – and some other information. I have to go to court now – so – please sit with my assistant and give her whatever details she asks for…” I said to him, “We will study your case and call you for your next appointment…”

“Okay…” he said.

I called my assistant – I briefed her – and – I left my office to go to court for an important divorce case.


On the way to court – I thought about my latest “client”.

He was my classmate in college.

He was the “prima donna” of our course – handsome, smart and debonair.

His nickname was “Macho Man” – because of his superb physique.

I was not surprised that he was having extra-marital affairs.

A tall, strapping, flamboyant man endowed with an excellent physique – he had been a “Casanova” even when we were in college – 20 years ago.

Girls seemed to be attracted to him – and – he had a way with girls and he knew how to seduce them.

While most of us were shy “virgins” – he seemed to be having a “good time”.

We always listened with awe – as he regaled us with intimate accounts of his passionate lovemaking – and – the exhilarating carnal delights he had experienced.

We felt fascinated when he described the vivid details of his spicy erotic conquests and lascivious sexual exploits in a language that would make a sailor blush.

Yes – “Macho Man” seemed to be a true “Casanova” – a “Don Juan” – a “Romeo” par excellence – and – we all looked up to him with a sense of awe and envious admiration.

After completing our Bachelor’s Degree in Science (B.Sc.) – I studied Law (LL.B.) – and “Macho Man” joined the Navy.

We had not met since college – but now – he had located me via the college alumni network – and – he had landed up in my office – asking me to take up his divorce case.


One week later – “Macho Man” sat in front of me in my office.

I looked at “Macho Man”.

Then – I said to him: “We did a discreet background check. And – our private investigation revealed some startling information…”

“Startling Information…?” he asked me.

“Your wife is having an extra-marital affair – not you…” I said.

“How did you find out…?” he asked, looking surprised.

“Never mind how we found out. You just tell me if it is true…” I said.

“Yes…” he said, “My wife is having an affair…”

“And you…” I asked him.

“No. I am not having an affair…” he said.

“Then why did you lie to me that you were having an affair…? You told me that you had committed adultery – whereas – it is your wife who is committing adultery…” I said to him.

“Macho Man” looked at me and said: “For a man in my position – it is better to be seen as a “Casanova” than a “Cuckold”…”

“What do you mean…?” I asked him.

“I am a senior officer in command of so many men. I have created a tough “image” due to my formidable appearance and commanding personality. I have a strong reputation that I am a redoubtable officer who can take charge of anything and anyone. Just imagine what will happen if everyone finds out that I am a weak cuckold who is unable to take charge of his own wife…?” he said, “I will lose the respect of my men – and my fellow officers – they would all scoff at me and make fun of me…”

“So – you are “faking” adultery – just for the sake of your image…?” I asked him.

“Yes…” he said, “Isn’t it true that a “Casanova” who has extra-marital sexual conquests is admired and envied by other men. On the other hand – a “Cuckold” whose wife is committing adultery and having extra-marital affairs – he becomes a “laughing stock” and is mocked at with derision. In my position – I would rather be a source of envy than an object of ridicule…”

He had a point.

If a husband has an affair – the deceived wife receives sympathy.

But – if a wife has an extra-marital affair – the cuckolded husband is ridiculed and mocked at – and he becomes a “laughing stock” in society – especially among his fellow men.

“Macho Man” wanted to enjoy the “glory” of being a virile “Stud Bull” rather than suffer the “stigma” of being an impotent “cuckold”.

That’s why he was “boasting” that he was having extra-marital affairs – when he knew that it was his wife who was committing adultery.  


I had handled many divorce cases involving adultery.

But in all cases – the clients had accused their partners of committing adultery.

This was the first time that a client wanted divorce on “self-confessed adultery”.

It was easy.

I spoke to Macho Man’s wife and told her everything.

“Let him feel happy…” she said – and she agreed to an amicable divorce.

Meanwhile – as “Macho Man” had desired – rumor was spread that his wife had divorced him because of his sexual conquests – which enhanced his “image” as a “Casanova”.

His wife quietly moved in with her lover – and – they lived happily ever after.

All’s well that ends well. 


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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Humor in Uniform – The Astute Commodore

Humor in Uniform

Story from My Vizag Navy Days

Let me tell you a hilarious story from my Vizag Navy Days.

This story happened around 33 years ago.

If you are a Navy Veteran – and have served in Vizag in the 1970’s/1980’s – you may have lived in spacious, salubrious, verdant Naval Park – amidst trees and greenery.

(Sometime in the 1980’s – Naval Park “Annexe” was built – a “concrete jungle” comprising multi-storey buildings – but – I was lucky to get a house in the original Naval Park)

The Naval Park comprised lovely old style houses – well laid-out in a rather expansive style with plenty of greenery space in between. 

Each building had 3 Storeys – a total of 6 houses – two houses on each floor – with spacious terraces in between.

I was lucky to get a ground floor house – with a lawn in front – garage on the side – and – garden in the rear – a large “kitchen garden” in which some earlier occupant had planted with papaya, coconut, mango, chickoo (sapota), sitaphal (custard apple) and “curry patta” trees. 

We were a mix of occupants in the 6 houses in our building – and in the similar block of 6 houses opposite – 12 of us with varying ranks from Lieutenant Commander to Commodore – from diverse ships and shore establishments – and the spacious common area in between the two buildings was called “Nukkad” – and we would have frequent impromptu “pot luck” get-togethers there – especially during “load shedding” (power cuts) – which happened quite frequently in the evenings.

(Those days – it took 11 years of commissioned service to become a Lieutenant Commander – and – the type of married accommodation was the same from Major to Brigadier (Lieutenant Commander to Commodore) – so all of us lived together in common housing in Naval Park – while there were 4 separate Bungalows for Rear Admirals – and the C-in-C lived in his appointment house in Waltair near Vizag City)

My neighbour – Commodore “N” was going on transfer to New Delhi.

We had invited him and his wife for dinner (his children were in boarding school).

He and his wife were leaving early next morning by the flight to Calcutta (now called Kolkata) – from where they would catch the connecting flight to New Delhi.

(Those days – there was a Madras (Chennai) – Vizag (Visakhapatnam) – Calcutta (Kolkata) flight in the morning – which returned in the evening – and – there were hardly any other flights from Vizag – maybe just one to Hyderabad.

In any case – those days – since only Senior Officers were permitted Air Travel – most of us travelled by Train)

Commodore “N” and his wife arrived dot on time at 7 PM in the evening.

The Commodore was carrying a large envelope.

Commodore “N” gave me the envelope and said: “Keep this envelope carefully with you. And – you will personally hand over the envelope to Commander “XXX” in Headquarters tomorrow morning. I have already spoken to him. He will be waiting for you…”

“Aye Aye, Sir…” I said.

(The Naval Term “Aye Aye, Sir” means “I understand your command and I will comply with your order” – the first “Aye” means “I understand” – and – the second “Aye” means “I will comply”)

“You know Commander “XXX” – don’t you…?” Commodore “N” asked me.

“Yes, Sir – we were shipmates – he was Supply Officer on my second ship…” I said.

(“Supply Officers” were renamed “Logistics Officers” sometime in the 1980’s after the “Supply and Secretariat” Branch (S&S Branch) was abolished and reincarnated in a new “avatar” as the “Logistics” Branch)

“I know you two were shipmates. Commander “XXX” told me about you. By the way – we – Commander “XXX” and Me – we have served together on a ship too. I can trust him – and – I can trust you…” Commodore “N” said, “You give Commander “XXX” the envelope first thing in the morning on your way to office – and I can trust you to be absolutely discreet about it – just keep it to yourself…”

“Of course, Sir…” I said to the Commodore.

I went inside my study room – and – I kept the envelope on my study table.

The large size envelope was sealed – and was quite bulky.

The envelope seemed to contain a number of documents.

I wondered what was inside – probably some important documents – something classified.

I did not ask Commodore “N” what was inside the envelope.

It was none of my business.

I was curious – but there was no question of discussing the issue with Commodore “N”.

I would just hand over the envelope to Commander “XXX” in the morning – and forget all about it.

Dear Reader – you must be wondering why Commodore “N” trusted me so much.

Well – let me tell you a bit about my “friendship” with Commodore “N” who was almost 10 years senior to me.

I first met Commodore “N” when he was a Commander and I was a Lieutenant.

Those days – I was serving on a Leander Class Frigate – and he – then a newly promoted Commander – he was the Captain (Commanding Officer) of a smaller warship – maybe you can call it a Corvette – but not a strict sense.

My course-mate was serving on his ship.

My ship had returned to our base port Mumbai (then called Bombay) after a long sailing.

It was evening – and – I saw my course-mate’s ship “parked” ahead of us – and – I decided to visit him for a drink and then maybe we could go out for dinner somewhere.

I walked down to his ship and climbed up the gangway.

I saluted the quarterdeck – the quartermaster saluted me.

“I have come to meet Lieutenant “A”. Please pipe him…” I said to the quartermaster.

“Sir – he is not on board…” the quartermaster said.

I looked at the officers’ state board.

Indeed – my course-mate was not on board.

“Lieutenant “A” has gone on leave. Is it anything urgent…” a gruff voice said behind me.

I turned around and saw that the owner of gruff voice was a short podgy man wearing sports rig – white T-Shirt, and white canvas shoes.

“I just wanted to have a drink with him…” I said to the podgy man.

“You can have a drink with me, dammit…” the short podgy man said in a commanding voice, “go and sit in the wardroom and wait for me. I’ll finish my walk – shower – and join you…”

After uttering these words – the man continued his walk on the deck.

I looked at the quartermaster and raised my eyebrow.

“Sir – he is our new Captain…” the quartermaster said.

(That was how I met Commodore “N” for the first time – he was a newly promoted Commander then – the Captain of a “Corvette”)

I went down to the wardroom.

There was no one in the wardroom.

I sat down and picked up the newspaper.

In a few moments – the duty steward appeared – and asked me what I would like to drink.

“I’ll wait for the Captain…” I said, “it’s not yet 7…”

“No. No. Sir – the quartermaster said to give you a drink immediately….” the duty steward said.

“Okay – give me a whisky and soda…” I said, “Do you have “Cutty Sark”…?”

“No, Sir – we have Vat 69, Red Label, Teachers, Black Dog, Chivas Regal…”

“Okay – give me a large “Chivas Regal” with Soda…” I said.

The steward placed a tray with glass of whisky and a bottle of soda on the table – and he said to me: “Sir – I’ll make some luncheon meat “small eats” – or something veg if you want…”

“Luncheon Meat is fine…” I said.

I sipped my drink and read the newspaper.

After a few minutes – the podgy man (Commander “N”) – he entered the wardroom.

Freshly bathed – he was wearing a bush shirt, trousers and sandals – the favourite dress of naval officers in the 1970’s – most suitable for the tropical climate of Mumbai.

The steward placed a glass of beer before him.

“Ah…” he said, “I always like to start off with beer – Cheers…!!!” he said – holding up his glass.

“Cheers, Sir…” I said – holding up my glass.

(Sailors don’t clink glasses).

“This bloody ship doesn’t even have a proper Captain’s Pantry…” Commander “N” said, “So – I prefer to use the wardroom. And – except your friend – all officers are married – can you believe it – I am “holding the deck” for the OOD – the horny bugger has gone home for a “quickie”…”

After some time – an Officer entered the wardroom wearing Red Sea Rig – he seemed to be the OOD (Officer of the Day)

I knew the officer by face – as I had seen him once before with my course-mate.

Commander “N” looked at the OOD and said: “So – you “horny” bugger – you had a good “screw”…?”

The OOD remained silent – a slight blush on his cheeks.

Commander “N” said to OOD: “Take proper rounds – and make sure the sailors are getting proper food…”

“Aye Aye, Sir...” the OOD said – and he left.

After finishing his beer – Commander “N” switched over to Whisky – and we – Commander “N” and Me – we sat – we drank – we talked.

Alcohol is the original “social lubricant” – alcohol reduces inhibitions – when you drink together – strangers become friends – seniors lose rank-consciousness – and – that is what happened between “N” and Me – as we became “Booze Buddies”.

Of course – we did not sit and drink every evening – far from it – once in a while – when our ships were in harbor – Commander “N” would send across a message – and I would go across to his ship for a booze session.

My course-mate was not amused – and once he chided me: “How the hell can you drink with our “old man”…?”

“Why…” I asked my course-mate.

“He is such a “pain in the neck” – bloody sadistic bugger – he has made our life hell…” my course-mate said.

Our course-mate never joined us – but would tactfully disappear when his “old man” and I sat for a drink.

“Well – to me – he seems to be quite an okay chap…” I said. 

Sometimes – we would go out for food – to our favourite foodie joints.

I sometimes wondered why “N” preferred to drink with me.

He was “miles” senior to me – and – why didn’t he drink with his course-mates – or officers of his seniority – but – I never asked him.

Commander “N” was not a bachelor. He had left his family behind in New Delhi (his previous posting) – till the end of the academic session – to enable his 7 year old son to complete his academic year in the same school. He told me that he had a 3 year old daughter too.

Dear Reader – please don’t get the impression that I spent all my evenings in Mumbai drinking with Commander “N”.

Far from it – at the most – we met once a week – but – it was an enjoyable booze session – we would “top up” – and then – we would go out for food to one of those quintessential “late night” street-food joints in Mumbai.

Then – my ship was off to the “East” for a long deployment – and – a few weeks later – suddenly – my transfer orders arrived – and – I was disembarked at Madras (Chennai) – and I proceeded to my new station – Jamnagar.

I could not meet Commander “N” on my way to Jamnagar – and – I lost all contact with him thereafter.

10 years later – in Vizag – one morning – as I was about to leave for work – the doorbell rang.

I opened the door.

I was surprised and delighted to see the person standing in front of me.

It was “N” – in uniform – wearing the broad stripe of a Commodore.

So – Commander “N” was now Commodore “N”.

Earlier – he was “podgy”.

Now – he was “corpulent”.

“Bloody Hell…” he said, “what a wonderful coincidence – I am going to be your neighbour…”

“That’s great, Sir – when did you come to Vizag…?” I asked him.

“I reported last week and took over as the Flotilla Commander…” he said, “I was allotted this house yesterday…”

“My ship was sailing, Sir – we just returned yesterday…” I said, “Please come in and have a cup of tea…”

I introduced him to my wife – and – we had a cup of tea.

“We are old friends…” Commodore “N” told my wife, “and I am so happy that we are neighbours. I will bring my wife in the evening – we are temporarily put up the mess guest rooms…”

“Sir – you must have dinner with us…” I said.

“Of course…” Commodore “N” said, “We will “top up” like the good old days and have some good food…”

It was a delightful evening with Commodore “N” and his wife who was a simple lady – she was friendly – she had no airs – and was a good cook – a quintessential housewife. Their children – son (17) and daughter (13) – they were studying in a prestigious boarding school.

Mrs. “N” was a genuinely good neighbour – and she really helped my wife – especially when my ship was sailing.

Every alternate evening – Commodore “N” and I – we went for a long walk to Dolphin’s Nose – followed by a drinking session – and dinner.

On the other alternate days – the officers’ swimming day – I went for a vigorous swim in the beautiful swimming pool nearby (Commodore “N” was never seen in the swimming pool).

I noticed that (like in his Mumbai days 10 years ago) – Commodore “N” wasn’t very socially popular – and hardly anyone visited him – and my course-mates and “peers” – some of whom were COs of the Flotilla Ships under his command – they wondered how I could be so friendly with Commodore “N” – whom they all despised – and they unanimously agreed that he was a “*******” (I will spare you the expletive).

As neighbours – we had a very nice time in Vizag – like one big family – especially when his kids came home on vacation.

Officially – I had no interaction with him at all – and – I think – both of us preferred it that way. 

One year passed – and suddenly – Commodore “N” was transferred to New Delhi.

Commodore “N” wasn’t keen on going to the “Northern Naval Command” to push files. 

He wanted to remain in Vizag.

But – they told him that he had spent one year in the “criteria” appointment and he had to make way for others to get a chance. Besides – he had never served in Naval Headquarters as a “Babu in Uniform” – which was a must if he had to achieve higher Flag Rank. 

So – Commodore “N” was off to New Delhi.

All his “Official” Farewell Parties were over.

He did not have very friendly social relations with his course-mates and “peers”.

Some of his COs did invite him for dinner – and they were happy when he declined.

As far as I was concerned – I did not have to invite him for dinner – we had dinner together so often – and it was understood that – after all his truck was loaded and luggage gone – Commodore “N” and his wife would spend their last evening in Vizag with us.

It was a wonderful evening – rum flowed freely – and Commodore “N” was enjoying himself thoroughly.

Mrs. N and my wife were engrossed in conversation – they had become good friends – and were quite sad to say “good-bye” to each other.

My children were sleeping inside after having their dinner.

We killed a bottle of Rum – and sat down for dinner.

After dinner – I pulled out my coveted box of cigars – and – Commodore “N” and Me – we sat in the living room – nursing a glass of cognac and smoking our cigars.

Mrs. “N” and my wife were in the kitchen making coffee.

It was almost midnight.

“My flight is at 7:30 AM – I must leave at 6 AM – so – make sure you give me a “hard shake up” with some hot Tea at 5 AM…” Commodore “N” said to me.

“Of course, Sir…” I said, “And I will come to the Airport to see you off…”

“No. No. You relax. We will say “goodbye” here itself…” Commodore “N” said, “I have made sure that there will be enough officers to see me off at the Airport. All COs of Ships of my Flotilla and all my Staff Officers will be there…”

“That’s good, Sir – a rousing send-off…” I said,“but we want to some to see you off. My wife and I will definitely come to the airport to say goodbye to you and your wife…”

Commodore “N” smiled like a “Cheshire Cat” and he said to me: “Do you know what is in that envelope I gave you…?”

“No, Sir…” I said.

“The envelope contains ACRs of all COs and Staff Officers…” Commodore “N” said.

“ACRs…?” I said, surprised.

(“ACR” stands for “Annual Confidential Report” – the Performance Appraisal Report for Naval Officers)

“Yes – the envelope contains the ACRs of my officers – they don’t know this – no one else knows – only you know this now – and – of course – Commander “XXX” in Headquarters – who will hand over the envelope to the secretary of the big boss personally…” Commodore “N” said.

I remained silent – waiting for him to continue.

Commodore “N” took a puff on his cigar and said: “I told my Flotilla COs and Staff Officers to submit their ACR forms to me 10 days ago. Since then – I have kept them on tenterhooks. They have been hounding my staff officer asking him whether I had written their ACRs and forwarded them to the Reviewing Officer (RO) in Headquarters. So – I told my staff officer to tell them that I would be taking their ACR Forms with me to Delhi – I would fill up their ACRs in leisure once I reach Delhi – and send them to the RO from there…”

“Sir – why the suspense…?” I asked.

“The bastards hate me – once they know that I have filled up their ACRs and sent them to the RO – they won’t even show me their bloody face. Now – they are competing with each other in order to please me…” Commodore “N” said, “Have you heard of the “Recency Effect”…?”

“Yes, Sir – we give undue importance to recent events and information…”

“That’s right…” Commodore “N” said, “Now – all these bloody officers think that what they do in these last few days will have maximum impact on their ACRs – so I am making them run around doing all my jobs…”

“I have been seeing that, Sir – the way they have been helping you in packing and doing everything. I thought they were doing it out of “Goodwill”…” I said to him.

“Goodwill”…” he laughed, “yes – “ACR Goodwill” – or – rather “ACR Motivation” – that’s the only motivation in the Navy…”

Commodore “N” looked at me and said: “Mark my words – if I had told those bastards that I had filled up their ACRs – not even a single bugger would have turned up at the airport to see me off – now – all of them will be standing in a line at the airport to see me off – in fact – they may even come here with breakfast early in the morning…”

“Sir – I don’t think that’s true – I am sure they respect you…” I said.

“You are a good-natured genuine simpleton…” Commodore “N” said. “That’s why I like you so much…”

The ladies came out of the kitchen.

Commodore “N” extinguished his cigar and rose from his seat.

Before he left – Commodore “N” said to me: “On second thoughts – I think I’ll make the buggers sweat a bit more – some of my Flotilla Officers are from Delhi – so I’ll make them organize a few things for me over there. You don’t give the envelope to Commander “XXX” tomorrow – you keep the envelope safely with you. I will call you from Delhi and tell you when to give the ACRs to Commander “XXX”. I’ll speak to Commander “XXX” and tell him…”

“Aye Aye, Sir…” I said.

Next morning – I saw a large number of Officers and their Wives present to say “goodbye” to Commodore “N” and his wife – at his house and at the airport too.

It was amusing to see the sycophancy and fake emotions on display.

A few ladies even broke into fake tears – saying how “sad “ they were that Commodore “N” and his wife were going away.

I think my wife and I were the only persons who were genuinely sad to see them go.

One week later – Commodore “N” called me from Delhi – and he told me to hand over the sealed envelope containing the ACRs to Commander “XXX”. 


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