Friday, October 7, 2011

MY FAVOURITE SHORT STORIES PART 53 - JUST FLIRTING - THE NAME GAME

Recently I read in newspapers that there is a debate going on whether a woman who is divorced can continue to use her husband's name and surname. 

I am not sure I but think there was a recent ruling that an ex-wife can continue to use her ex-husband's name and surname, but only in certain circumstances.  

There was a custom, at least in earlier days, where a woman changed her surname and even her own maiden name after marriage. Thus there was no trace of her earlier identity in her new name. 

This recent debate reminded me of a story I had written long back, more than 15 years ago. The story is called JUST FLIRTING and is included in my recently published anthology of stories COCKTAIL 

I got the idea for this story from a real life incident. I once received a wedding invitation card and I wondered who had sent it as I was totally clueless as none of the names on the card were familiar. Soon a classmate of mine with whom I had lost contact rang me up saying that she had found my whereabouts from the internet and that she had sent me an invitation card for the wedding of her daughter. I read the bride’s mother’s name from the card and the lady on the phone confirmed that the name I had read out was indeed her name. I was quite nonplussed till she explained the mystery. As was the custom in earlier days, she had changed her maiden name after her marriage and her surname had also changed and this in her new name there was no trace of her earlier name. 

You don't believe me? 

Let me give you a fictitious example: Suppose her earlier name before her marriage was Swati [her maiden name given by her parents] Laxman [her father’s name] Gokhale [her father’s surname] - and her name was transformed post marriage into Manisha [new name given by her husband] Madhav [husband’s name] Bhide [husband’s surname].


The new name has no trace of the earlier name, isn't it? Her identity had been completely changed.

I don’t think this happens too often nowadays as girls retain their identities, including both the maiden surname as well - as I said I wrote this story on the name game quite long ago.

By the way this is pure fiction, a figment of my imagination…there are no such persons and no such thing ever happened…so just sit back and enjoy the story…



JUST FLIRTING
A Romance
Short Fiction
By
VIKRAM KARVE  

No matter how many times I begin a train journey, I always have an intriguing interest in seeing who my fellow-passengers are.

I stood on the platform of Mumbai Station in the early morning chill and scanned the reservation chart pasted on the air conditioned chair-car of the Indrayani Express. 

I was on seat number 30.

A window seat.

The neighbouring seat number 29 was reserved in the name of Avinash Bhide – male... age 10.

A disappointment...!

There was better luck on seat number 28 ... Manisha Bhide – female... age 35.

In my mind’s eye I tried to imagine and visualise what Manisha Bhide would be like. 

Surprisingly, she did not board the train as it left Mumbai CST.

I felt a pang of disappointment.

Maybe she would come at Dadar.

The seats in the airconditioned chair car were three abreast, 28 near the aisle, 30 near the window and 29 in-between.

I sat down on seat number 28.

In 10 minutes the train reached Dadar and a beautiful woman with vivacious dancing eyes with a young boy in tow entered the coach.

As she walked towards me I instinctively knew that she was Manisha Bhide.  

“Manisha Bhide?” I asked, as I stood up and gave her a smile of forced geniality.

Our eyes met.

She looked into my eyes for that moment longer than may be considered polite greeting.

I felt a sense of elation.

I quickly moved out on the aisle and helped her with her luggage.

Meanwhile young Avinash Bhide had occupied the window-seat.

Before Manisha Bhide could say anything I quickly interjected, “It's okay. Let the young gentleman sit in the window-seat”.

She smiled in resignation at the fait accompli and sat down on seat number 29.

My opening gambit having succeeded I closed my eyes to savour the sense of delight I was experiencing.

After a long time I felt young and happy once again.

This was one journey I was going to enjoy.

Suddenly she spoke, “Excuse me, but aren’t you Vijay Joshi...?”

Now I was really surprised.

Flabbergasted, I opened my eyes in surprise wondering whether they put up reservation charts at Dadar too, since the one on the coach was on the right-hand side and the platform at Dadar was on the left.

Before I could recover my wits, she said, “You are in the Merchant Navy, aren’t you...?”

Stunned and dumbstruck, I just stared vacuously at her.

The silence was grotesque.

Manisha Bhide broke the silence. “You don’t remember me, do you...? But I have recognized you Mr. Joshi ... or is it Captain Joshi...? Why are you hiding behind that ghastly beard...? It doesn’t suit you. You looked so handsome clean-shaven.”

I caressed my beard lovingly with my right hand and said, “No ma’am... I don’t think we have met.”

That was true. She was really beautiful... a face one could not forget easily... and her vivacious eyes... if I had seen her I would have remembered her...!

"But you are Vijay Joshi aren't you...?" she said.

I looked at her totally astounded. She seemed to give the impression as if we had known each other very well.

“You are right,” I said, “I am indeed Captain Vijay Joshi, Master Mariner. But I don’t remember ever meeting you.

“But then how do you know my new name...?” she snapped.

“New name...?”

“Yes. My new name... Manisha Bhide...”

“I saw it on the reservation chart,” I said sheepishly.

“I was Swati Gokhale before marriage,” she said. “After marriage my surname changed to Bhide and husband changed my maiden name from Swati to Manisha.”

“Manisha Bhide nee Swati Gokhale...!” I joked. “Well, I am quite sure. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

People are always little disconcerted when you do not recognize them. They are so important to themselves that it is disheartening indeed to discover of what negligible importance they are to others. I racked my brains but just could not remember meeting any Swati Gokhale.

“Are you from Pune...?” I asked.

“No. I am from Mumbai,” she answered, then paused and said, “But now I live in Pune. My husband works there.”

She paused for another moment, looked directly into my eyes, and asked, “Do you still live in Nasik...?”

“No...No...” I said, trying to hide my surprise. “I’ve got a flat in Mumbai. In Colaba. And I have also bought a bungalow in Lonavala. That’s where I am going right now.”

“Oh...really...?” she said raising her eyebrows appreciatively.

But I did sense that slight tinge of regret in her voice, just a trace mind you, but the nuance did not escape me.

She looked at me, genuine admiration in her eyes, and said, “You must be a rich man...?”

I smiled. “It’s a paying job. And then one gets paid in dollars.”

“I wish I had married you,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What...?” I asked totally stunned and taken aback.

“One day my parents showed me two photographs. One was yours and the other was my husband’s – my present husband that is...” she said wistfully.

Then she looked directly at me and said, “I had to choose one and I think I made the wrong choice. It was a big mistake, a real big mistake. I really wish I had married you, Captain Joshi...!”

It took a while for her words to sink in, and as comprehension dawned on me I understood the reasons for her interest in me.

People have many reasons for snooping into others people’s lives and affairs. Everyone has a natural curiosity to know what lies beyond the closed door – especially if they have closed that door themselves.

In my mind’s eye I tried to imagine what life would have been like had she married me.

I was tempted to probe a bit so I asked her, “Please tell me. I am curious. Why did you reject me...?”

“Please don’t say that... I never rejected you... I just selected him... actually it all happened so fast... you were away sailing and I had only your photograph to go by and it was going to be six months before you would return from sea. And the Bhide’s were in a terrible hurry. Vishwas Bhide was in India for precisely one month – to find a bride, get married and go back to America. Actually he was flooded with proposals, but he had liked me and I too wanted to go abroad, enjoy the luxury, the high standard of living...” she said.

“When was this...?” I asked.

“Fifteen years ago... when I was exactly 20 years old....” she said.

“I wonder why my mother didn’t tell me about you...?” I said to her, quite confused.

My mother was the one busy finding a bride for me then while I was away at sea.

“It’s understandable...” Manisha Bhide said nonchalantly. “If a boy rejects a girl, it doesn’t matter... but if the girl rejects the boy, he becomes a laughing stock, an object of ridicule... at least in those days... "

I smiled to myself at the truth of her statement.

“So you live in the States do you...? On a holiday here...?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “We came back in 1999. My husband took up a professorship in the University. He is so qualified and talented that he could earn millions, but he is an idealist sort of chap who lacks ambition. A man who values high thinking and simple living... a thrift and frugality sort... you know he even lacks the drive to do well in that teaching job too. It’s so sad. His idea of happiness is to wallow in mediocrity in every aspect of life. It’s pathetic...I tell you...it's just pathetic...!”

“How can you say that...?” I interjected, “teaching is an honourable profession. And surely the pay must be okay.”

“Maybe... but with his thrift and frugality values, he just doesn't want to enjoy life, have a decent standard of living, Mr. Joshi,” he said with bitterness in her voice. “We stay in a dilapidated house in the university campus. And I am ashamed to drive in our small rickety car. All my dreams have been dashed. I too wish I could have a bungalow in Lonavala like you and live in style. I really envy your wife, Captain Joshi...!”

“I don’t have a wife...” I said.

“Good God...! You never got married...?” she asked, confusion writ large on her face.

She paused for a moment, then said tenderly, “Or is it...? Oh... I am so sorry...”

“No... No...” I said. “It’s not what you think. I am not a widower. Nor am I a bachelor. I am a divorcee. One fine day my wife just left me and moved in with some school teacher. Three years ago.”

“She left you for school teacher...? How silly...!”

“It’s ironic isn’t it...?” I said, “You wanted a standard of living, she wanted a quality of life.”

“Quality of life...?” Manisha Bhide said.

“That’s what she used to say. She couldn’t stand the separations, the loneliness, She wanted me to give up merchant navy and take up some job ashore... but I’d got too used to the sea and didn’t want to give up the so called ‘standard of living’ as you put it...” I paused for a moment and then said wistfully, “I wish I had understood ... On the whole, I think an imperfect marriage is better than no marriage at all.

“I think your wife was very unfair,” Manisha said.

“On the contrary I too haven’t been an angel. You see, life at sea is not all fun and frolic. One docks at exotic ports and one does get lonely at times and then one is tempted to sow one’s wild oats...” I instantly regretted those words the moment they left my lips.

There was a sudden metamorphosis in Manisha Bhide.

She was looking at me now as if I were a lusty lecherous predator on the prowl.

I excused myself and went to the toilet.

When I returned I found Master Avinash Bhide in the centre-seat, with a scowl on his face, and Manisha Bhide in the window seat studiously making a pretence of reading a magazine.

I sat down next to the young boy and the rest of the journey passed in interesting conversation with Master Avinash Bhide. He wanted to know all about ships...!

As the train approached Lonavala I pulled down my bag and said, “Goodbye Mrs. Bhide. It was nice meeting you and, of course, your son is a delightful chap...!”

Manisha Bhide turned her face and looked at me

She looked so beautiful and attractive that I stood mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her.

Then she smiled, looked into my eyes and said to me, “It was good I met you Captain Joshi. All these years I was always tormented by the thought that I had made the wrong choice. Now I know I made the right choice...!”

As I walked away I had a canny feeling that I had probably saved her marriage.

I can never forget Manisha Bhide, her mesmerizing beauty and vivacious dancing eyes, and sometimes when I feel lonely and melancholic, I wish she had opted for me and married me instead of that Vishwas Bhide.

Maybe we would have a rocking marriage.

Maybe I would have been her right choice... Maybe for her... surely for me.

One thing is for sure, I wouldn’t have changed her name to Manisha Joshi. Swati Joshi sounds so much better than Manisha Joshi, isn't it...?


VIKRAM KARVE 
Copyright © Vikram Karve 2011
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4 comments:

Ritu said...

A delightful story once again Vikram & it works on so many levels, commentary on aspirations, marriage, incompatibility, what-ifs…hmmm but in the end I had to smile wryly…’ One thing is for sure, I wouldn’t have changed her name to Manisha Joshi. Swati Joshi sounds so much better than Manisha Joshi, isn't it...?’ Why not let it remain swati Gokhale instead??!!!!

Ritu said...

+ come to think of it: 'I wouldn't have changed her name.....' reeks of male chauvinism...who are you to change it? or allow her to retain it :P :D...it's her choice & I hope she realizes that there is actually no choice, she has to remain true to her already established identity!!

Swetha S said...

what a story! Not a dull moment... superbly conceived and executed...:)

Anonymous said...

Nice piece of writing... Have read it earlier...
The changing of name/surname is purely a personal preference! For instance, I would detest changing my surname (I've already changed my name :P)!
Thank God, we women are not forced these days to change our names/surnames beyond our wishes.. Most of us retain the identity we like to hv!