MCP Househusband – A Story

MCP HOUSEHUSBAND

A Spoof

By

VIKRAM KARVE

MCP HOUSEHUSBAND – Story by Vikram Karve

She: Why did you reject me?

He: Because I do not want a working wife.

She: Is that the only reason?

He: Yes.

She: So – otherwise – you like me?

He: Yes – I like you.

She: My parents are very upset that you rejected me.

He: Even my parents are angry with me – they liked you a lot.

She: So – the only reason you do not want to marry me is because I work.

He: Yes. I told you that before.

She: Why?

He: Because I want a full time housewife who will look after me and our children. I do not want nannies to look after our children when they are small. And later – I do not want our children to come back from school to an empty home – their mother must be there to welcome them. And – most important – I want my wife to welcome me home with a cup of tea when I come home from work in the evening.

She: So you want me to give up my career permanently? Tell me – if I do not work – won’t all my professional qualifications be wasted – if I have to just sit at home...? I might as well have done a course in Home Science.

He: That is why I feel that marriage between us is not practicable. You want to pursue a full-time career – and I want my wife to be a full-time housewife.

She: You are a big MCP – a “Male Chauvinist Pig” – but I like you – so I am willing to compromise – if you are also ready for a little quid pro quo.

He: I also like you – so tell me how we can work it out.

She: I will take a sabbatical from my career for 10 years – maybe more – and I will be a full-time housewife and mother. Then – we will review the situation.

He: Okay. We will see after 10 years.

And so – the MCP and the Girl got married.

12 YEARS LATER

She: Do you remember the conversation we had just before we got married about you wanting a full-time housewife – after which I took a sabbatical from my career for looking after you and our children?

He: Yes – of course I remember.

She: We are married for 12 years now – I have dutifully followed you everywhere on all your postings and been a full-time housewife. I have looked after you – and I have brought up both our children well – one is 11 – the other is 9 – and both are doing well in school.

He: Yes – that’s true.

She: Now it is time for a ‘review’ – a quid pro quo.

He: Review…? Quid Pro Quo…?

She: I have decided to start working again – to revive my career – in fact – I have received a very attractive job offer – very promising career prospects and excellent pay package.

He: That’s good.

She: Yes – that’s good. But you will have to quit your job.

He: Why should I quit my job?

She: Because I want a full-time househusband.

He: Househusband?

She: Yes. I want a full-time househusband. Remember – you wanted a full-time housewife to look after you and the children. You wanted your wife to welcome you home with a cup of tea in the evening when you came back from work – and you did not want the children to come back to an empty home after school. Now – I want the same things – a full-time househusband who will welcome me home with a cup of tea when I come home from work in the evening – and who looks after the children too.

He: I hope you are not serious? Do you really want me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband?

She: Of course I am serious. I want you to quit your job and become a full-time househusband.

EPILOGUE

And so – I quit my job and I became a full-time “househusband” (aka “Stay at Home Husband”)

This evening – after doing all the housework – I welcomed my children home – when they came back from school – gave them a snack – and am supervising their homework.

And soon – my wife will come home from work – and I will welcome her with a hot cup of tea.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story was written by me Vikram Karve on May 21, 2015 titled QUID PRO QUO and posted by me online in this blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/05/quid-pro-quo-story-of-marriage.html and revised and re-posted by me again at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/08/mcp-story-of-male-chauvinist-pig.html 

PREGNANCY and CHILD CARE – NRI STYLE

PREGNANCY and CHILD CARE – NRI STYLE

Musings - a story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

“I am going to America,” she says.

“The United States of America – USA…?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

“Wow. So you are going for sightseeing and tourism,” I comment.

“No. I am going for my daughter’s confinement,” she says.

“Confinement…? Is your daughter in trouble? Has she been arrested? Is she is prison? What happened…?”

“No. No. No. Nothing is wrong with her. My daughter is pregnant. I am going for her delivery. By ‘confinement’ I mean the pregnancy time period during which a woman gives birth to a child.”

“Oh. Congratulations. But why do you have to go all the way there to America? Why doesn’t your daughter come here to Pune for her delivery?”

“Why should she come over here?”

“Well, I thought a daughter goes to her mother’s place for her first delivery. I remember that you went to your mother’s place for your first delivery.”

“That was different.”

“Why? Even your elder daughter came to your house for her first delivery.”

“My elder daughter lives in India – that is why she came to my house for her delivery. My younger daughter lives in America – that is why I have to go there.”

“I don’t understand. Why can’t your younger daughter come here for her delivery? The facilities are good here. Or is there some advantage in having the delivery over there in USA?”

“I don’t know. Stop asking so many questions. You’re irritating me. I did ask my daughter to come here for her delivery. But she said that I would have to go there – so I have to go – that’s all,” my friend says, and she walks away, quite annoyed with me.

In the middle-class locality of Pune where I live almost all children have migrated abroad, mostly to the USA, to live a good life and realize the “American Dream”.

Some went abroad for higher studies, some went via the IT route, some went via marriage – and all of them have settled down there and they have no intention of coming back to India.

They have left their parents to fend for themselves back home.

They don’t even want to come to India to deliver their children.

They all want to have their babies in America.

So mothers have to go for long periods to America to look after their daughters during their “confinement” period – which may extend to over 6 months.

Later, these NRI daughters want their mothers to come over for “nanny” duties.

The earlier generation looked after their parents in their old age.

Now there is a role reversal.

The new “NRI generation” wants their old parents to look after them, despite the fact that these NRI’s have abandoned their country of birth leaving their parents high-and-dry to fend for themselves in their old age – all this in their singular quest for a better life abroad.

But that is another story.

The moot question is:

Why are NRI women reluctant to come home to India to deliver their babies?

Why do they want their children to be born in America?

Any Answers ?

VIKRAM KARVE

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WILL AND WISH - Blog Fiction Story No. 25

Blog Fiction Story No. 25

WILL AND WISH

A Creaking Gate Hangs Long

Short Fiction – a Slice of Life Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

“I am fed up with my father-in-law,” Meera says to me.

“Come on, Meera. It is not the poor man’s fault that he had a heart attack,” I say.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“This is his third heart attack.”

“Oh. That’s why you are worried for him.

“I am not worried for him. I am worried about us.”

“What … ?”

Suddenly Meera’s mobile phone rings.

She looks at the display of her cell phone.

Meera excuses herself and walks out of the office to take the call.

Ten minutes later Meera returns to office.

She looks very tense.

So I ask her, “I hope your father-in-law is okay?”

“The doctors say he will survive. He is still in the ICU, but he is getting better. He is breathing properly and has even started talking now. My husband is in the hospital with him.”

“That’s good. From the look on your face I thought there was some bad news.”

“There is very bad news.”

“Bad news? What?”

“My husband said that my father-in-law is hesitating to sign the will.”

“Will?”

“My father-in-law still hasn’t made a will.”

“He hasn’t made his will?”

“Yes. Just imagine what will happen if had he dies. We will lose everything.”

“You will lose everything? How?”

“My father-in-law is a self-made man. All his property is self-earned; the huge bungalow on Prabhat Road where we live is built by him. Everyone has their eyes on our bungalow.”

“Yes. It is prime property. It must be worth a few crores.”

“Just imagine. We, my husband and I, sacrificed everything. My husband and I stayed back in India so that we could look after him. We could have also gone to America like his other children. When the old man is alive they don’t bother about him and we have to do everything for him. But the moment he dies they will be all here to claim their pound of flesh, like vultures.”

“Really?”

“Of course. The last time she was here, I came to know that my husband’s sister was in discrete talks with a builder for redeveloping the bungalow in exchange for a flat – I hate greedy NRIs like her – they ditch the country, they abandon their parents, and go abroad to have a good life, but they still want to have a flat in Pune.”

“That’s really unfair. If you have looked after the old man all your life then you must get the bungalow. Why don’t you talk to your father-in-law?”

“We have. Every time we ask him, he says he is going to give his bungalow and all his property to us. He says he has told everyone. But he refuses to put it in writing, in black and white.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We have asked him so many times to make a will, but he refuses every time.”

“Why?”

“He is superstitious.”

“Superstitious?”

“Yes. He says that he has a gut-feeling that the moment he makes a will, he may die.”

“How silly?”

“And he has had three heart attacks till now. This time it was really bad. They say that a creaking gate hangs long but the way his health is failing I don’t think it is going to be very long …”

“Yes. This time you must convince him to write his will when he comes home from hospital.”

“Till he comes back from hospital? What is the guarantee that he will come back? I am not going to wait that long. I am going to get it signed by him right now. ”

“Right now? What do you mean?”

“I told you, didn’t I? My husband has taken the papers to hospital?”

“The hospital?”

“Yes. I have got a proper will drafted by a lawyer. I have sent the will with my husband to the hospital. I have given an ultimatum to my husband to make sure my father-in-law signs the will today. I have even asked the lawyer to go there as a witness. The moment my father signs the will, the lawyer will get signatures of witnesses and he’ll go and get the will registered. I have warned my husband that he should come home only after all this is done. I told him I will not allow him to enter unless he shows me the signed will.”

“Oh!”

“Now all my husband has to do is get the old man’s signature. I have warned my husband that there will be hell to pay if he fails to get his father’s signature on the will. This time I am serious. I have told my husband that if my father-in-law refuses to sign the will, we are going to walk out of his house and go to live elsewhere. Let the old man’s other children come here and look after him – they all want a share in his property, isn’t it – then let them come here and share some responsibility as well … ”

Suddenly I see the head of our boss popping into our office.

First she looks at Meera and gives her a polite smile.

Then she looks at me and says, “Smita, can you please come out for a moment?”

I follow my boss into the lobby. 

When we are alone, the boss says to me, “There is some bad news for Meera.”

“Her father-in-law?”

“No. Her husband. Meera’s husband had a massive heart attack and died on the spot.”

What a tragedy of fate!

Meera’s father-in-law came home hale and hearty.

Meera’s husband died in the hospital.

And, by the way, Meera’s husband had not made a will.

VIKRAM KARVE
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A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and an anthology of short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional  and academic research papers in journals and edited in-house journals and magazines for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse - his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

Vikram Karve Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.com
Professional Profile Vikram Karve: http://www.linkedin.com/in/karve
Vikram Karve Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/vikramkarve
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Email: vikramwamankarve@gmail.com

Twitter: @vikramkarve

      

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EMPOWERMENT EQUALS ENTRAPMENT

Dhananjay Joshi is one of those rare original thinkers I met in the Navy where “do-as-you-are-told” groupthink is the norm.

After an excellent stint in the Navy he took premature retirement and embarked on a very fulfilling second innings pursuing his passion in the realm of education.

A few days ago Dhananjay and I had an enjoyable walk in the lovely verdant green wooded park on the banks of Mula River at Wakad near Pune.

As usual, we talked about philosophy and the art of living and Dhananjay suddenly said: “Empowerment Equals Entrapment”.

Frankly, I did not understand the metaphor. So Dhananjay elaborated that though empowerment ostensibly envisages liberation and freedom, in actual fact empowerment results in entrapment.

“True empowerment means having choices,” Dhananjay said.

We discussed and this got me thinking, but to me the axiom seemed a bit hazy.

That is why I was delighted when Dhananjay emailed me an article this morning amplifying his views.

We discussed and thought it would be a good idea to post this article on my blog for everyone to read and ponder over.

So, Dear Reader, here is a Guest Post titled “Empowerment Equals Entrapment” by my talented thinker friend Dhananjay Joshi

EMPOWERMENT EQUALS ENTRAPMENT
(Empowerment = Entrapment)

Empowerment is about giving people the power to choose between alternatives.

If these alternatives are reduced or taken away, people feel disempowered.

Agreed?

Extending this logic, if someone is “empowered”, they would have more control over the choices they make.

Its 7 PM on a cold wintry night in Gurgaon.

Tens if not hundreds, of young men and women are waiting for the next overcrowded bus to come along to carry them home.

Young women with impossibly heavy backpacks struggled with men to enter a Haryana Roadways bus.

Perched precariously on the footboard they began their perilous journey home.

This scene is crushingly repeated in a stifling Mumbai local train.

This is a typical “lower-middle-income-group” setting, to which they are ordained to.

Do these young men and women have choices on where to work or the kind of work that they would like?

What if these young men and women wanted to work at home or from home?

Young men hardly have a choice to work for the home, but young women do.

The question then becomes, why don’t the young women exercise this choice?

For economic reasons perhaps.

The family needs her money to sustain its chosen lifestyle, because the man alone cannot.

That’s fine, if it keeps her happy.

But then, why have a family?

No family means less expenses.

Good question.

Do we see the signs of a trap being laid out?

On the other hand, the “higher-middle-income-group” does not have travel problems.

They speak on blue-tooth enabled smart-phones as they crawl in rush hour traffic in spanking new EMI driven cars.

Their problems are different.

The young women here have impossible deadlines to meet, networking parties to attend and early-morning flights to catch on not-so-empty bowels.

If the young men in this income group were given a choice to work at home, what would they do?

Let’s imagine a scenario.

Drive the kid to school to drop the kids.

Head to the gym for a workout.

On the way back pick-up sabzi for the bai and some beer for the bar.

Surf the net, to catch-up with USA buddies and check out the stock market.

Drive to school to pick up the kids, discuss the kids progress longer than required with his attractive nursery teacher.

An after-lunch snooze to rest those tired muscles.

Bonding time with the kid over home work, then off to the club where the kid swims, while you keep an eye over a sundowner.

Back home, the bai has left bhindi amchuri and rajma masala on the dining table.

Now just need to shower and wait for the wife.

But, are men allowed to make this choice?

Who is more empowered to make a choice?

Unless of course, you need to re-pay the loan for the fancy US business college attended or the golf-course facing apartment you bought or the status symbol car you upgraded to.

Again, the family needs her to keep up with the deadlines and the late working hours, so that the EMIs, the school, the doctor, the driver and the bai could be paid.

That’s fine if it keeps her happy.

But then, why have a family?

Good question.

The trap is sprung!

The rich and the super-rich in India have no such problems.

They own the home they live in and, already have all the trappings of life.

They invest in the family.

Harmony in the family is in the best interest of business.

The rich moms may exercise their choice to work at home or their London degrees to further their business interests.

The point is that they have a choice.

But, the myth of “empowerment” needs to be kept alive.

Businesses need a workforce.

Therefore, it is essential that a higher valence (intrinsic attractiveness) is attached to working for someone else and not if you work for yourself and your home.

It is a business need that comes at a social cost.

The singles bars in USA and Europe and the Karaoke lounges in most of Asia are overflowing with lonely ageing men and women.

If “empowerment” makes people happy, why not?

Or is it entrapment?

Empowerment = Entrapment

Do you agree?

SHUT OUT THE NOISE FOR PEACE IN YOUR LIFE

CLOSE YOUR EYES SIT IN SILENCE and SHUT OUT THE NOISE IN YOUR LIFE if You Want PEACE IN YOUR LIFE

WORDS ON A BENCH IN MUSSOORIE

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Today was a “noisy” day. 

I am feeling hassled. 

I close my eyes. 

I sit in silence.

I relax. 

And I remember those insightful and profound words engraved on a bench in Mussoorie that I read long back but words that have remained etched in my mind forever.

Agar Aap Shanti Chahate Ho To Pehele Shaant Rehena Seekho 

अगर आप शांति चाहते हो तो पहेले शांत रहेना सीखो

Long back, more than 15 years ago, I visited Mussoorie.

During one of my long walks, probably on Camel’s Back Road or maybe near Lal Tibba in Landour, I saw some words inscribed on a bench, a truism that has had a profound impact on me ever since.

I will never forget those interesting words written in Hindi on a bench in Mussoorie:

अगर आप शांति चाहते हो तो पहेले शांत रहेना सीखो 

(Agar Aap Shanti Chahate Ho To Pehele Shaant Rehena Seekho)

Roughly translated this means:

IF YOU DESIRE PEACE  THEN FIRST LEARN TO REMAIN PEACEFUL 

Of course the word शांत (shaant) also means SILENT 

Yes, SILENCE is the sine qua non for Peacefulness.

There is too much “noise” in our lives – Physical Noise, Information Overload Noise, Emotional Noise – internal noise and external noise – noise around you and noise within you – all sorts of noise. 

Noise hassles you and is the biggest impediment to attaining peacefulness. 

The first step to inner peace is to get rid of all that noise around you and within you. 

Yes, if you want peace you have to shut out the noise from your life.

Go to a quiet place where there is minimal external noise, switch off your noise-making gadgets like cellphones, TV etc. 

Sit silently in solitude, close your eyes and see how your inner silence dissolves the noise within you and you will experience inner peace and you will be in harmony with yourself.

That’s what I do every morning. 

I sit in silence in the spacious airy balcony of my ninth floor flat in Wakad, absorbed the tranquil scenic view of the placid waters of the Mula River quietly flowing below, the peaceful verdant hills in the distance, the still atmosphere, the pure fresh air, and I feel a halo of soothing serenity permeate within me. 

Then I close my eyes and let my silence dissolve the internal noise in my mind and body and it is only then that I experience inner peace and I realize that I am in harmony with myself.

अगर आप शांति चाहते हो तो पहेले शांत रहेना सीखो 

If you want peace then first learn to remain peaceful

Remember this simple piece of wisdom. 

Try it. It works. You can take my word for it.

VIKRAM KARVE 

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Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
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About Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer and blogger. Educated at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories, creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional research papers in journals and edited in-house journals for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse - his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

Vikram Karve Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.com
Professional Profile Vikram Karve: http://www.linkedin.com/in/karve
Vikram Karve Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/vikramkarve
Vikram Karve Creative Writing Blog: http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/posts.htm
Email: vikramkarve@sify.com

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