One Evening in Pune

ONE EVENING IN PUNE

A Romantic Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

Here is one of my earliest stories, abridged and updated – and suitably edited for easy reading on the digital screen. .

I wrote this story more than 25 years ago in the early 1990’s

I like reading this story, maybe for nostalgia, and I am sure you will like this rather old-fashioned love story too ...  

ONE EVENING IN PUNE - A Love Story by Vikram Karve

Every evening at precisely 6 PM Shalini Joshi would leave her bank, sit in her car, drive out of the parking lot, turn left on Tilak Road, and drive towards her house in Deccan Gymkhana.    

 

Today she turned right and drove in the opposite direction.

 

Now that was surprising – because Shalini Joshi was a stickler for routine – and that was the reason for her success. 

 

At 35 – Shalini Joshi was a thoroughly successful woman. 

She was the branch manager with independent charge of a prestigious branch of a leading bank, her promotion was due any moment and there was no stopping her from reaching the top.

 

Her husband, Sudhir, was a top notch doctor with an excellent practice.
 

Everything had worked as per her plan. 

 

Today – Shalini had everything she wanted – a palatial flat in the posh locality of Aundh, a farm-house in the outskirts of Pune, two lovely children (a boy and a girl), an ideal husband, a doting mother-in-law and all the status and prosperity she could ever hope for.

 

Even her Sundays were planned – a family outing to their farm-house followed by an evening at the club rubbing shoulders with the crème de la crème of society. 

 

And she meticulously planned her annual vacation – a sojourn at a hill station or a beach resort or globetrotting to some exotic location.
 

Shalini's life was a marvelous success – from the outside.  

 

Shalini parked her car on East Street and walked quickly to the apartment block, looking around furtively like someone with a guilty conscience.
 

She re-checked the address and rang the doorbell.
 

Ajay opened the door.
 

Shalini felt a tremor of trepidation.

 

She wondered if she was doing the right thing.  

 

“I normally don’t see anyone at my residence,” Ajay said beckoning her to sit down. 

 

He closed the door, turned towards her, looked directly into her eyes, and said, “But I can always make an exception in your case.”  

 

“I want this visit kept absolutely confidential,” Shalini said anxiously, beads of perspiration showing on her forehead, “and please Ajay, whatever we discuss, please don’t tell anyone.”  

 

“Of course, it’s strictly between you and me,” Ajay said. “I’ll make us some coffee. Then we can talk.”  

 

Shalini followed him into the kitchen, observing with admiration its neatness and organization. 

 

This was the home of a self-sufficient man. He hardly needed a wife.  

 

After they had settled down on the sofa, coffee cups in hand, Ajay said, “What is the matter Shalini...? Just get it off your chest.”  

 

“I want to divorce my husband,” Shalini said. 

 

She was surprised that her words had no effect on Ajay. 

 

His manner remained relaxed and nonchalant.  

 

He smiled and said, “I guessed so...”  

 

“You guessed...? How...? I’ve not told anyone. Not even my husband.”  

 

“That’s what people come to me for. It’s my job.” Ajay paused. 

 

“Tell me, Shalini. What’s the exact problem...? Is Sudhir having an affair or something...?”  

 

“No.”  

 

“You...?”  

 

“Don’t be silly,” shouted Shalini getting visibly angry. “How can you say such a ridiculous thing...?”  

 

“Calm down,” Ajay said. “Then what’s the reason for you wanting to divorce your husband...? There have to be some grounds.”  

 

“I can’t stand it any longer – living this life of pretence, fake and hypocrisy. Just to maintain a facade of conjugal conviviality. I feel suffocated. I just want to break free...!” 

 

Shalini wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked small, weak and vulnerable ... her composure totally shattered.  

 

Ajay was ashamed to find that, inwardly, he was glad to hear of her misfortune.

 

He wondered ... did he really love her that much...?  

 

Ajay checked his train of thoughts and said, “Shalini, listen to me carefully. I’m a lawyer. Yes, I do take up divorce cases. But I am the last resort. You need to see a marriage counselor first. I know a lady. Someone you can talk to, who can empathise with you.”       

 

“No, Ajay, I want to talk to you first,” Shalini pleaded. 

 

“Okay,” Ajay said. Tell me everything.”  

 

She talked.

 

He listened.

 

Ajay was easy to talk to – and soon – Shalini began experiencing a sense of release and a strange feeling of elation. 

In these moods there was so much to say – her words simply came tumbling out.  

 

When she had finished, Ajay said:

“Your problem is that you don’t have any problems. And – having no problems is your biggest problem ... !!!”  

 

“If you are not going to take me seriously, I’m going. I came for your advice. And help. Not to hear sarcastic comments...” Shalini said bitterly. 

 

“Yes, it is indeed high time you go,” Ajay said gesturing towards the wall clock. “It’s almost 8 o’clock. Your husband may be wondering what you are up to...”  

 

“He comes home after 10 PM. His consulting hours are till 9.30 and then he visits his patients in hospital...” Shalini said. 

Shalini paused for some time – and then – she said, “I’ll ring up my mother-in-law and tell her to put the children to sleep. She may be worried. I’m always home by 6.30.” 

 

Shalini made the phone call from her cell phone and told her mother-in-law that she was held up in an important meeting and would be home in half an hour.   

 

At that very moment – when Shalini was making the phone call–, Dr. Sudhir Joshi was cruising down East Street after attending an emergency call at the other end of town.

 

His clinic was near Deccan Gymkhana and it was a long drive.
 

Dr. Joshi normally never left his clinic during consulting hours – but then this had been a genuine emergency – an important patient – and – not to forget – a nice fat fee. 

It had been worth it.

 

But now – there would be lots of patients waiting for him at the clinic. 

He would have to work late tonight.

 

Shalini would never mind his working late. 

She never did. 

It was the money, material comforts, and standard of living that mattered.
 

Suddenly – he saw a familiar yellow car – a rare colour – bright yellow – just like Shalini’s car.

 

He could not believe his eyes. 

Was it Shalini’s car...? 

It couldn’t be – not here – and certainly not at this time.  

 

He stopped his car behind the bright yellow car and looked at the number plate. 

His fears were confirmed. 

Yes – it was Shalini’s car.

No doubt about it.

It was his wife Shalini’s car.

 

Dr. Sudhir Joshi wondered what his wife’s car was doing parked below an apartment block on East Street at 8 o’clock at night.

Suddenly – he saw his wife Shalini come hurriedly out of the gate.

Shalini got into her car and drove away.
 

It was at this defining moment that Dr. Sudhir Joshi decided it was high time for him to pay a bit more attention to his wife Shalini.  

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is a repost of my story ONE EVENING IN PUNE posted online earlier at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/a-doctor-a-banker-a-divorce-lawyer-and-a-defining-moment_58731_blog  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/it-happened-one-evening-in-pune-by-vikram-karve/  and  http://vikramkarve.typepad.com/blog/2011/02/vikram-karve-it-happened-one-evening-in-pune-by-vikram-karve.html  and  http://vikramkarve.livejournal.com/151363.html  and  https://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/05/one-evening-in-pune.html  and https://karvediat.blogspot.com/2014/09/one-evening-in-pune-romance.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/07/a-banker-lawyer-and-doctor.html etc

Movie Memories – Hatari – Evergreen Wildlife Classic Film

HATARI

The Evergreen Wildlife Classic Film

Movie Memories 

By 

VIKRAM KARVE 

When I was a small boy – in the early 1960’s – I lived in Pune on Tilak Road near Madiwale Colony in Sadashiv Peth. 

Pune was a lovely place – and life was good. 

It was easy to be happy.

It was easy to be happy – because our threshold of happiness was so low – that simple things filled us with joy – like a morning run up Parvati Hill – a stroll in Talyatla Ganpati Saras Baug Garden – enjoying the frolics of animals in the Peshwe Park Zoo which was then located near today’s Saras Baug – a ride in the toy-train Phulrani – unrestrained playing with carefree abandon on the swings, see-saws and slides in adjoining park – eating a yummy bhel made by the hugely bearded Kalpana Bhelwala on Parvati Chowk on Tilak Road – a cream-roll or doughnut at Ashok Bakery – Patties, Nankatai and Khari at Hindustan Bakery – Ice Cream at Bua, Kaware and Ganu Shinde – so many things to do – and once in a while – we would bicycle all the way to Pune Camp via Laxmi Road to partake the inimitable non-veg samosas and tea at Naaz, Chinese at Kamling, Paan at George – and enjoy a Hollywood Movie and “Ice Cream Soda” at West End Cinema. 

Oh yes – “West End” Cinema Theatre – I vividly remember seeing my first ever movie sitting on those inimitable easy chairs and sipping deliciously fizzy “ice cream soda” in the interval at West End’s famous Soda Fountain. 

The name of the movie was HATARI 

And till today – Hatari remains my all time favourite Wild-Life Adventure Film. 

A man’s first love always has an enduring place in his heart.

Likewise – a man’s first movie remains etched in his memories forever. 

So - a few years ago – when I chanced upon a DVD of Hatari – I immediately brought it home – and I relived fond memories of my first movie experience – albeit with an improvised home-made “ice cream soda”. 

HATARI is sheer fun – a clean entertaining film – which can be enjoyed by people of all ages – from kids to grandparents. 

It is a spectacular adventure story – fast paced, exciting, thrilling – beautifully filmed on locations with real wildlife – amidst exceptionally picturesque scenery – featuring hunting scenes which are simply astonishing. 

Once you start watching Hatari – you are so engrossed – that you remain glued to the screen from start to finish.   

“Hatari” – in Swahili – means Danger – and true to its name – the movie keeps you enthralled with a sense of mesmerizing danger – as you watch the amazing hunting scenes featuring speeding jeeps, stampeding animals and the rugged African terrain. 

Everything looks real and authentic – real animals, giraffes, leopards, elephants – and many others – in their pristine glory and natural surroundings – like you have never seen them before. 

Hatari is a simple story of a group of hunters in Africa – led by the inimitable John Wayne – who capture wild animals for zoos. 

The movie begins with a fantastic scene showing John Wayne and his team driving speeding jeeps and trucks across the empty, dusty plains, herding dozens of rhinos, trying to lasso one of the most difficult wild animals to catch. 

It is sheer spine-tingling thrilling entertainment. 

Hatari has those rare, pleasant, naturally authentic settings – clear easy-on-the-eye photography – interesting happenings and gripping action – which we do not see nowadays – in modern adventure films – which often overtax the viewer’s senses – by having too many “special effects”.

 

Hatari’s simple plot – the camaraderie – the light romance – the subtle comedy – the delightful music (especially the foot tapping number "Baby Elephant Walk") – the visually enthralling scenery – and the fascinating animals – make this film a thoroughly enjoyable viewing experience. 

Hatari is a fun movie – pure entertainment – a visual treat with beautiful eye catching landscape – and plenty of thrilling action – the ideal feel-good movie for you to enjoy with your entire family. 

VIKRAM KARVE

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This movie review written by me Vikram Karve more than 10 years ago in the year 2009 and posted online earlier by me at urls: http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2009/03/nostalgic-pune-memories-hatari.html  and  http://creative.sulekha.com/hatari_401138_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/11/hatari-evergreen-wild-life-classic.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/07/classic-movies-hatari-childhood.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/07/movie-memories-hatari.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/hatari-my-favorite-wildlife-movie.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/07/movie-memories-hatari-evergreen.html  etc

THE “CLEAN” MARRIAGE – A Love Story

THE  “CLEAN” MARRIAGE
Fiction Short Story
By 
VIKRAM KARVE

Café Samovar Mumbai (circa 2004)

“I want a “clean” marriage…” she says.

“Clean Marriage…?” he asks her, confused.

“A marriage without an “intimate” relationship…” the woman says.

“You want to have a marriage without sex…?” the man asks the woman.

“Yes. A “chaste” relationship – just companionship – no physical relationship…” the woman says.
“Just “platonic” love – no “sexual” love…?” the man says.

“Love…? Well – you can say – a pure and clean “platonic nonsexual relationship”…” the woman says.

The man is puzzled by the woman’s proposal.

Seeing the expression of uncertainty on the man’s face – the woman says to him: 

“You think about it. If you think that a “clean marriage” is feasible – and – if you are agreeable for a “clean marriage” – then – please come here tomorrow evening – same time – and we can take it further. I will be waiting for you. But – if you don’t like the idea – please don’t come – I will understand…”

After saying this – the woman smiles at the man – she gets up from her seat – she turns around – and – she walks out of Samovar Café.

Next Evening – Café Samovar Mumbai

When the man enters Café Samovar next evening – he sees the woman sitting on the same table.

He smiles at her – and – he walks towards her.

She smiles back at him.

The woman says to the man: “I knew you would come…”

The man sits down in front of the woman.

They ordered Snacks and Tea – the Samovar Special Pakoda Platter and Pudina Chai (Tea).

The woman speaks first.

“I know there are many questions in your mind. Please speak freely and ask whatever you want. After all – we are thinking of getting married – so – there should be no doubts or confusion at all…” she says to the man.

“You want a completely “sexless” and “sex-free” marriage…?” the man asks the woman.

“Yes…” she says.

“If you are not interested in sex – why get married at all…?”

“Is “sex” the only reason why people get married…?”

“No. But it is one of the reasons…”

“But – I don’t want “sex” in my marriage…”

“But why…?”

“I am afraid of having sex…”

“Oh. So – you are not “asexual” – you have “genophobia”…”

“Genophobia…?”

“Yes – genophobia – fear of sex – you are afraid of sexual intimacy…”

“Yes. I have fear of sex. I am afraid of sexual intimacy…”

“May I ask why you are afraid of sexual intimacy..?” the man says.

Seeing the expression of discomfort on the woman’s face – the man feels contrite – and he says to the woman: “I am very sorry…”

“No. No. I will tell you. After all – you are the first man who has shown interest in marrying me despite my precondition for a “clean marriage”. You can ask me whatever you want to ask…” the woman says.

“Your fear of sexual intimacy – is it due to some traumatic incident…?” the man asks the woman.

“Yes. It happened 20 years ago. My uncle tried to brutally rape me. I was only 12 years old. It was a terrifying experience – gruesome and horrific – excruciatingly painful – I suffered unimaginable agony. I was totally shattered…”

“I’m so sorry…”

“And – after that traumatic incident – I haven’t had any form of sexual contact with anyone – I feel terrified by the very thought of sex – I feel frightened if any man comes near me – or touches me….”

“And women…?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Have you been intimate with women…?”

“What are you saying…?” the woman says, looking uncomfortable.

“It’s okay – it’s okay – let’s talk something else…” the man says, trying to comfort the woman.

The woman remains silent for some time.

Then – the woman says:

“Let me make it clear. I am not a lesbian. I like men. I like being friends with of men. I want the companionship of a man. That is why I want to get married. But – I am afraid of having sex with a man. That’s why I want a “clean” marriage…”

“A “clean” marriage…!!!” the man says, “I really wonder…?”

“I am sure we will be able to make it work…” the woman says, “you and me – can’t we have a “pure” and “chaste” relationship – can’t we enjoy each other’s company and live together as best friends…?”

“We can have a “trial marriage” – we can live together…”

“No. No. I want a proper marriage – a commitment – we will have everything that is there is a proper marriage – except sex…”

“Oh. So – no “Ludus”…!”

“Ludus…? What’s “Ludus”…? It sounds obscene…!”

“No. No. Nothing obscene about it…! “Ludus” is playful and uncommitted love – like they have in casual relationships…”

“Oh…! Yes – no “Ludus”…!”

“Well – you want “Philia” – friendship, goodwill, companionship, dependability, trust…”

“Yes. Yes. That is what I want…”

“And maybe – a bit of “Pragma” – and of course – “Storge” – a sort of “familial” love – a long-term relationship where sex may not be that important…”

“I don’t want sex at all…”

“Of course – you made that quite clear right from the beginning – absolutely no “Eros” – no sexual passionate love…”

“I am getting confused by your jargon…”

“It’s not “jargon” – there are seven types of love – Eros, Philia, Storge, Agape, Ludus, Pragma, Philautia – if you’re interested – I’ll tell you more…”

“Of course I’m interested – tell me…”

And so – the man tells the woman all about love.

She listens intently to the man.

And – when he finishes – she says to him:

“You know so much. You are very interesting man. I’d love to get married to you. I think we can have a great “clean” marriage. Let’s get married…”

“I think we should meet one more time…” the man says.

“Okay. Tomorrow evening – over here – same time…?”

“Let’s meet at my place. Unless…”

“Yes. Let’s meet at your place. I’d love to see your house…” the woman says, enthusiastically.

“Okay. I’ll message you my address and exact location…” the man says to the woman.

“That’s great. I’ll come after work in the evening…”

“I’ll wait for you. We can talk – and cook some dinner together…”

“Wow. I’d love that. But tomorrow – we will talk about you. I have told you about myself – my expectations. Now – you have to tell me why you are interested in a “clean” marriage…” the woman says to the man.

“Okay…” the man says.

They – the man and the woman – they get up from their seats – walk out of Samovar Café – into the foyer of Jehangir Art Gallery – they wish each other “Good Bye” – and walk away towards their destinations.

Next Evening – The Man’s Apartment on Marine Drive, Mumbai

The next evening – at 7 PM – the woman rings the doorbell of the man’s sea-facing 3^rd floor flat on Marine Drive.

The man opens the door – he smiles at the woman – and he says to the woman:

“Welcome to my home. You found the place easily…?”

“Yes. I walked down from my office…” the woman says.

The woman walks around the spacious living room and goes into the airy balcony with a beautiful view of the Arabian Sea – the sun has just set a few moments ago – it’s twilight – and the spectacle of the grey sky over the tranquil sea is soothing to the soul.

“You have a lovely house…” the woman says.

“Thank you…” the man says – and he asks the woman, “would you like a drink…?”

“I’d love a chilled beer…” she says.

The man pours a glass of beer for her – and – a stiff whisky-soda for himself.

“Let’s sit in the balcony…” the woman says, “the view is lovely and the breeze is cool…”

They sit in the balcony – sip their drinks.

The woman looks at the man – and she says to him:

“Tell me – why do you want a “clean” marriage…?”

“I feel that sex is dirty…” the man says.

“Dirty…? You feel that sex is dirty…? But – I once heard someone say that good sex is supposed to be “dirty”…” the woman says.

“Not that type of “dirty”…” the man says, “I feel that the act of sex is disgusting – repulsive…”

“Oh – so you hate sexual intimacy – you find it dirty and repulsive…”

“Yes…”

“And – may I ask why…?”

“Well. I don’t wish to go into details. So – let’s leave it at that...”

“See. We have to be totally frank with each other. I told you everything yesterday – why I want a “clean” marriage – I told you that I am afraid of sex – I told you the reason why I am afraid of sex – due to that traumatic experience where my uncle tried to brutally rape me. What about you…? Were you sexually abused when you were small…? Is that why you find sex so disgusting and repulsive…?”

“No. No. I was not sexually abused. It is something else…”

“Something else…? Come on – tell me everything – I am going to be your wife…”
“Well – long ago – around 20 years ago – when we were deck cadets – we used to visit lots of ports all over the world – and once – out of curiosity – and – more out of peer pressure – we visited a brothel – a whorehouse…”

“Oh – so you have been to prostitutes…?” the woman asks.

“Only once – and – after that disgusting experience – never afterwards…” the man says.

“What happened…?”

“It was a sleazy place – filthy, smelly and squalid – and the hideous woman – she was so coarse and distasteful – the experience was so repulsive – that I just couldn’t perform...”

“Couldn’t perform…?”

“Yes – I was only 18 – it was my first time – and – I had this horrid experience – and after that – I started feeling that sex is dirty, disgusting and unclean…”

“You never had sex after that…?”

“No…”

“You don’t find women attractive…?”

“Of course, I do – I am not “gay” – I find women attractive – but – when it comes to sex…”

“So – you never tried to have sex with a woman after that tragic first experience…?”

“I tried – a few times – but – let’s not talk about it…” the man says.

“Okay. Just one last thing…” the woman says.

“One last thing…?”

“Don’t you get the “urge” sometimes…?”

“Why are you asking all this..?”

“I am worried that if you suddenly get the “urge” – you may do something to me…”

“Why will I do something to you...? I told you that I find the very idea of sexual intercourse dirty…”

“So – what do you do when you get the “urge”…?”

“You are going into great detail – aren’t you…?”

“Come on – we are going to be husband and wife – no secrets between us. Tell me – what do you do when get the “urge”…”

“I satisfy myself…”

“Me too…” the woman says to the man, “We are in “sync” – aren’t we…? We both hate sex – you find sex “dirty” – and – I am “scared” of sex. We are quite “compatible” – aren’t we – at least as far as sex is concerned…?”

“Yes…” the man says, “I think a “clean” marriage will suit us – no sex - just companionship and love…”

“Love…?”

“Yes – I think I have fallen in love with you…” the man says to the woman.

“Me too…” the woman says, “you were the first one who responded to my “clean marriage” matrimonial ad – and we met the same day – I liked you so much – and I could see that you liked me too – I knew that things would work out – so – I deleted my matrimonial profile from the site that very evening…”

“So – should we go ahead…?”

“Of course – let’s get married…”

“I will be so happy to be married – when I return from sea – I wouldn’t have to come to an empty house – I know you will be waiting for me…” the man says, “and maybe – if things work out – I will take up the Superintendent’s job they are offering me – then my office will be near yours too...”

“Yes. It will be good for me too – to have a friend and companion like you. And – all those lecherous men who prey on single women – they will stop pestering me – once they know I am married…” the woman says.

“Yes. Let’s get married …” they say together.

They clink their glasses and raise a toast:

“To a “clean” marriage” 

And so – the man and the woman – they got married.

Their “clean” marriage was a great success.

Dear Reader: 

You may be wondering – How do I know that their marriage was a success…?

Well – around 10 years after they got married – I met the couple in Café Samovar at the Jehangir Art Gallery.

They looked so happy – the man – the woman – and their two children – a boy and a girl – “byproducts” of their “clean” marriage.

VIKRAM KARVE
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Link to my original blog post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2019/02/an-unfinished-love-story-clean-marriage.html
Story continued from my blog post UNFINISHED STORY url:  https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/inchoate-love-story-a-clean-marriage/     and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/unfinished-story-the-clean-marriage/ and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/06/12/an-unfinished-story-the-clean-marriage/and  http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2019/01/unfinished-story-clean-marriage.html