Nisha and Usha : romance story
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NISHA and USHA
Romance Story By Vikram Karve
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Part 1
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The Lieutenant’s Girl Friend
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Thursday — 07 December 1978
MUMBAI (then called BOMBAY)
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We sit on the lush green lawns of the Navy Officers’ Command Mess — drinking, smoking, eating snacks, and enjoying ourselves.
We watch the gorgeous sexy fashion models in skimpy outfits — walking the ramp — rehearsing for the Navy Ball Fashion Show.
The Navy Ball is going to be held two days later — on Saturday.
Time passes fast when you are enjoying yourself.
Suddenly it is 11 PM — and — the bar steward appears.
He requests permission to close the bar — and he asks us if we want any more drinks.
We order the last round of drinks — 3 large pegs of rum each.
I am feeling high — quite drunk — and I have lost count of the large pegs of rum I have consumed since 7:30 PM in the evening..
The fashion show rehearsal gets over.
Lieutenant “X” walks over to our table.
With him is a girl — a fashion model who was rehearsing on the ramp.
She looks very pretty in the yellow dress she is wearing.
I know Lieutenant “X” — he is a course-mate of our Gunnery Officer — and he comes over to our ship quite often to have a drink in the wardroom.
Though both “X” and I are Lieutenants — Lieutenant “X” is senior to me by around 3 years — we have enjoyed many drinking sessions together — and we have become quite good friends.
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Now — a Naval Lieutenant is equivalent to an Army Captain — and those days — you remained in the rank of Lieutenant for 8 long years before you were promoted to Lieutenant Commander — equivalent to Major.
This story happened in the 1970’s — much before the Ajai Vikram Singh (AVS) Report Bonanza in 2004.
In the 1970’s — you were promoted as Lieutenant after 3 years service as a Naval Officer — and you remained in the rank of Lieutenant for 8 long years — before being promoted as Lieutenant Commander after a total of 11 years of commissioned service.
Those days — most of the officers on board a ship were Lieutenants — but now — after the AVS Cadre Review — the significance of rank has been so diluted — that now you probably have Commanders performing the duties of First Lieutenant (“number one” or XO) — and Captains are XO’s of shore establishments.
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Though both “X” and Me are Lieutenants — Lieutenant “X” is senior to me by around 3 years — we have enjoyed many drinking sessions together — and we have become quite good friends.
Lieutenant “X” looks at me — smiles — and speaks to me in a friendly voice.
“Hey — can I borrow a cigarette…?” he says to me.
I am surprised.
I have never seen “X” smoking.
I am under the impression that “X” is a non-smoker — so — I am curious if he has started smoking.
“Sir — when did you start smoking…?” I ask him.
“No — the cigarette is not for me — my girlfriend has run out of cigarettes…” Lieutenant “X” says — gesturing towards the lovely girl in the yellow dress.
“Sure…” I say — and I pull out the packet of cigarettes from my pocket.
I open the flap — and I extend the cigarette packet towards the girl.
“Wow…” she exclaims, “this is my brand — how come a tough looking man like you smokes this “girlie” cigarette…? This is a brand for ladies — isn’t it…?”
“Well — I like the light taste — the menthol flavour…” I say.
From the green coloured cigarette packet — she pulls out one slim long brown “girlie” cigarette wrapped in its distinctive dark-brown paper.
I light her cigarette.
She smokes in a very stylish way — and this imparts to her persona a rather sensuous and seductive sexuality.
I want to be in the company of this woman longer — so — I invite her to sit with us.
“Why don’t you join us for a drink…?” I say to her.
“No, No…” she says, “we’ve got to go — thanks for the cigarette.”
Then she looks at Lieutenant “X” — and she says to him:
“You never told me that you get my favourite brand of cigarettes “duty-free” on your ship. It is so difficult to get this brand in India — and I have to pay a fortune for buying it in black in Bombay…”
“You can keep this cigarette pack…” I say to her.
She seems hesitant.
So — I hold out the green coloured cigarette packet towards her and say to her:
“Come on — take it — don’t feel shy — I can get plenty of cartons of this brand of cigarettes on board my ship…”
“Thanks…” she says — and she takes the cigarette pack from me — and puts it in her purse.
I am quite surprised that she accepts my offer so easily — so I say:
“Come on — sit down with us — have a quick drink — we’ve got rum — but if you want something else — I will get it…”
“Okay — I’ll just have a swig from your glass if you feel happy…” she says.
She picks up my glass — and she takes a big swig of rum — down the hatch — and she says to me:
“Wow — that was good. Actually — I love rum — especially with Cola...”
“If you want — I’ll get some cola…” I say.
But Lieutenant “X” interrupts me — and he says to his girlfriend:
“Aren’t we getting late…?”
“Oh yes — we have to go…” the gorgeous fashion model says to her boyfriend Lieutenant “X”
Then — she takes a deep drag from her cigarette — and as she exhales — she is haloed by a mist of cigarette smoke — and this makes her look very tantalizing, very enticing, very sexy.
“Hey — I don’t even know your name…” I say — and I introduce myself.
“Nisha…” she says, “my name is Nisha…”
Then — she gives me a friendly look and says “Bye”.
And both of them — Lieutenant “X” and Nisha — they walk away.
My mind starts imagining things.
Like most Indian men — outwardly I may appear to be “modern” and broadminded.
But inside — I am a rather old-fashioned prude — with a conservative patriarchal mindset — and I hold the rather chauvinistic view — that only “fast” women smoke and drink in public.
Yes — you can call me whatever epithets you want to — prudish, straitlaced, narrow-minded, outdated, antiquated, old-fashioned, dogmatic, chauvinist, sexist — but way back then — I associated smoking and drinking by women as a sign of loose morals and promiscuity.
Next evening — during the Navy Ball — in the fashion show — I stand in the distance and I admire Nisha as she walks the ramp — modelling various latest fashion skimpy outfits.
Nisha looks stunning — she is easily the most glamorous model on the ramp.
But — that is the last I see of her.
After the fashion show is over — the Navy Queen contest starts — and when the beauty pageant is over — I search for Nisha all over — but she is nowhere to be seen — and — neither can I find her boyfriend Lieutenant “X”.
Maybe — they have gone somewhere — to do something more passionate than dancing…!!!
Next morning I go to meet Lieutenant “X” on his ship — but I am disappointed to learn that he has gone out for the weekend.
The OOD says that Lieutenant “X” has taken a few days leave too — and he may come back after a week.
Unfortunately — my ship has to sail out for a long sailing — and by the time we return after a month — I learn that Lieutenant “X” has been transferred to Vizag.
I search and search — on other ships — in the hope that Nisha may be a “fleet auxiliary”
I search in the Mess — in the Club — I ask around — but there is no joy.
I cannot find Nisha anywhere — it seems as if she has disappeared into thin air.
Soon — I too am transferred out — and I never see Nisha again,
But — I can never forget Nisha — she always remains ingrained in my mind.
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15 Years Later
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Part 2
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The Captain’s Wife
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Tuesday — 07 December 1993
NEW DELHI
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The Frontier Mail from Mumbai reaches New Delhi on the dot at 7 PM.
At 8:30 — after a shower — I sit in the bar of Kota House Naval Officers Mess.
I have a look at the dinner menu — and — I decide to have food outside.
Unlike the Navy Mess at Mumbai — where the food is delicious — here — the menu seems to be least appetizing.
By 10:30 PM — I have imbibed 6 large pegs of rum — and I am feeling quite high.
I “top-up” my hip flask with neat rum — before the bar closes.
Then — I start walking towards Pandara Road Market.
I am familiar with the place — having lived nearby at Curzon Road Apartments — around 10 years ago.
It is a cold winter night — and as I stagger along the isolated road — I take swigs of neat rum from my hip flask — in order to warm my insides.
By the time I reach Pandara Road Market — my hip flask is empty — and I am drunk.
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(in Navy parlance — I am feeling “nice”)
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Yes — after imbibing plenty of Rum — I am feeling very “nice” — and I am feeling very hungry.
To satiate my ravenous alcohol induced appetite — I have a hearty meal of Butter Chicken and Naans at Gulati (my favourite eatery in Pandara Market).
Then — I have a paan — and I light a cigarette.
I am feeling on top of the world.
Suddenly — I see her — standing in the porch — as if waiting for someone.
I recognize her at once — it is Nisha.
I walk towards her — and I say to her:
“Hello, Nisha — how are you…?”
“Excuse me…?” she says.
There is no trace of recognition in her eyes.
“Didn’t you recognize me…?” I say.
“No — I don’t recognize you…” she says — with quite a wary expression on her face.
Her face looks as if she is very frightened.
Yes — she seems very scared.
She should be.
Any lonely lady would be afraid in such a situation.
Just imagine the scene.
It is midnight — and she is all alone.
And — there is a ferocious looking huge man standing in front of her.
And worse — the formidable man looks like a hooligan — he seems totally drunk — with disheveled hair — flowing unruly beard — bloodshot eyes — chewing pan — lips stained red — cigarette in hand — lurching towards her — and trying to be familiar.
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(That’s how I must have looked in my drunken state)
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So — to comfort her — I speak in a warm friendly tone.
“Come on, Nisha– don’t tell me that you don’t recognize me. I am sure you remember that night in the Navy Command Mess at Mumbai, where you were modelling, doing rehearsals for the Navy Ball fashion show…” I say to her.
“I don’t remember such anything. You please go away…” she says to me.
“Ah — maybe this will remind you — here — have a cigarette — see — I still smoke the same brand as you do…” I say to her.
And — I take out the green cigarette packet from my pocket — and — from the pack — I proffer a brown coloured cigarette to her.
“Please Mister — now listen to me — whoever you are — there seems to be some misunderstanding — I have never met you before — I don’t know you — I don’t smoke — and — my name is not Nisha…” she says.
“Ah — so you have stopped smoking — that’s good — and you are saying that your name is not Nisha — then — may I please know your name, Ma’am…?” I say.
“Usha — my name is Usha…” she says emphatically.
“Ha Ha — Usha…!!! So — from Nisha– you have become Usha…!!! Ha Ha — from “Night” (Nisha) — you have become “Morning” (Usha) — from “Darkness”– you have become “Light”…!!! Ha Ha — and now — you will tell me that you are not a Fashion Model…” I say — with a laugh.
She looks at me angrily and speaks.
“I am not a fashion model — I have never done modelling in my life — and now you listen — please stop bothering me and go away — my husband has gone to get the car — he will be coming anytime now — and he is a Defence Officer in the Navy…” she says — with a slight threatening tone.
“Of course I know your husband is in the Navy — his name is Captain “X” — isn’t it…?” I say.
“How do you know my husband…?” she asks, surprised.
“Come on — don’t you remember — we met in the Navy Command Mess Mumbai — in 1978 — you were with your husband “X” — of course — those days you must have been his girlfriend — and you desperately wanted a cigarette — so you came over and took a cigarette from me — and you said we smoked the same brand — one slim long brown cigarette which I am smoking right now — you asked me why I smoked this “girlie” cigarette — remember — you called this a “girlie” cigarette — and you had a sip of rum from my glass too — don’t you remember — that day also you were wearing a yellow dress — and today also you wearing a yellow dress — it seems yellow is your favourite colour — and it suits you very well…” I say to her.
She gives me an incredulous look and speaks sternly to me.
“What nonsense…? I don’t remember anything what you are saying — and — by the way — I have never been to Mumbai…” she says angrily.
“How is that possible…?” I ask.
“Well — we have been married for 10 years — and we have been posted to Vizag, Cochin and Delhi — but we have never been posted to Mumbai — in fact — our next posting may be in Mumbai…” she says to me.
Then — she looks over my shoulder — and she exclaims.
“Ah — there comes my husband…” she says, with an expression of relief.
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A car drives up and stops nearby.
I can see “X” at the steering wheel of the car.
I open the door of the car for the lady.
Then — I peep inside — and I congratulate “X” on his promotion.
“Hi, Sir — congratulations — I saw the promotion signal last week…” I say to “X”.
“X” recognizes me at once.
“X” gets out of the car — he walks around to me — shakes my hand — and he looks at me with genuine warmth.
“It is really so nice to see you. How come you are in Delhi…?” he says to me.
I tell him the nature of my visit.
“So — where are you put up…?” he asks me.
“Kota House, Sir…” I say.
“Come on — get inside — I’ll drop you at Kota House on the way…” he says to me.
I get inside the car — on the rear seat — behind Mrs “X”.
As we drive towards Kota House — I start speaking.
“Sir — you have become a Captain — and you recognized me — but your wife refuses to recognize me — it seems that your rank has gone into her head…” I say to Captain “X”.
“No, No — nothing like that — and — how can she recognize you — she has never met you before…” Captain “X” says to me.
“Sir — I don’t know what’s wrong with you two…? You both just don’t seem to remember anything about that evening. First — your wife says that she has not met me. And now — you too say the same thing. How can you forget that evening of the fashion show rehearsal in the Mumbai Command Mess…?” I say.
And then — I narrate the entire story of that unforgettable evening on the lawns on Navy Command Mess Mumbai on Thursday the 7th of December 1978.
Mrs “X” seems to have turned her head slightly.
I can sense that she is hearing my words intently.
I harp again and again on the salient points — the rare “girlie” brand of cigarettes that we two smoked — his wife and Me.
I narrate the episode of Mrs “X” swigging rum from my glass — I describe her yellow dress — like the yellow dress she is wearing now — and then — I talk about her stunning performance on the ramp the next evening during the Navy Ball Fashion Show.
I narrate everything in full detail.
And then — I deliver the coup de grace.
“And Sir — now your wife tells me that she has never met me. She says that she was never a fashion model. And — best of all — your wife says that she has changed her name from Nisha to Usha…” I say.
“X” looks at me via the rear view mirror — and he speaks to me.
“I think you are confused. I don’t remember any such incident. And yes — my wife’s name is Usha– not Nisha. You seem to be really confused — maybe you’ve had too much to drink …” he says to me.
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I feel puzzled.
First — Mrs “X” denies it.
Now — “X” himself is denying it.
What the hell is going on…?
Suddenly — “X” says:
“Ah — here is Kota House.”
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And — he pulls up the car beside Kota House gate.
I get out of the car — I wish them good night — and then I stagger towards my cabin in the Kota House Mess.
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One Day Later — The Next Morning
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Part 3
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The Casanova Lieutenant turned Henpecked Captain
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7 AM — Wednesday — 08 December 1993
KOTA HOUSE MESS — NEW DELHI
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There is a loud knock on my cabin door.
I wake up — feeling groggy after last night’s excesses — and I open the door.
It is Captain “X”
Captain “X” looks angrily at me — and he says to me:
“You bloody drunkard — why did you blurt out all that nonsense to my wife…?
That female with me in the Navy Command Mess at Mumbai 15 years ago was someone else — not my wife.
That female’s name was Nisha — and my wife’s name is Usha — they are two different persons — do you understand…?”
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I slowly digest his words.
I give Captain “X” an apologetic look and speak to him.
“Really…? Nisha and Usha — but they look so similar — and the yellow dress — so much coincidence — I am sorry — I made a mistake…” I say, feeling contrite.
“What bloody mistake…? My wife is furious…” says “X” to me, angrily.
“You didn’t tell your wife about that female Nisha — your girlfriend in Mumbai…?” I ask him.
“Are you crazy…? Of course not…!!! I have not told my wife anything about that female — it was just a passing affair…” he says to me.
“Oh, shit — just tell your wife that I was drunk and I was talking nonsense…” I say.
“I told her that — but she says that people who are drunk always speak the truth. You have really got me into trouble — she is suspecting all sorts of things…” he says.
“Sir — you should have told her about your girlfriend — why did you hide your past “love life” from your wife…?” I said.
“It is too late for all those “if’s and why’s” now — let us not discuss all that. Now — if you want to help me save my marriage — you just do exactly as I tell you. Come on — get ready quickly. I am taking you home for breakfast…” says “X”.
“Your home…? For breakfast…?” I ask, bewildered.
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Captain “X” looks at me — and he says to me:
“Yes. You are coming with me right now.
You will tell my wife Usha that it was not “Me” who you met that night in Mumbai — but it was someone else — some other officer.
Do you understand — you never met “Me” in the Navy Command Mess in Mumbai that evening in 1978 when I was with Nisha.
And — you will tell my wife Usha that you have never met her in your life before yesterday evening.
Do you understand — you will tell my wife Usha that you were mistaken about meeting me and her in Command Mess that evening — it was someone else — some other Navy couple — and you made a mistake — you were drunk — you got confused.
You have to convince my wife Usha somehow — do you understand…?”
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Captain “X” says these words to me — emphasising his words anxiously.
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“Yes, Sir…” I say.
“And remember — my wife’s name is Usha — not Nisha. In fact — you will never utter the name Nisha again — that chapter is over, finished, closed forever — do you understand…?” he warns me.
“Aye Aye, Sir…” I say.
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“X” drives me down to his house for breakfast.
I do exactly as I am told.
I tell Mrs “X” (Usha) the story her husband “X” had asked me to tell her.
But — whether Mrs “X” is convinced or not — I do not know.
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Once the seed of suspicion is sown in your mind — your mind can think all sorts of things — and — your mind can even go berserk and run amok in strange directions.
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After breakfast at his home — “X” drives me back to the Kota House Mess.
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I look at “X” — and — I wonder to myself:
“Was Nisha his only pre-marital love affair…?
Or — like a quintessential sailor — did he have a girl in every port…?”
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VIKRAM KARVE
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Revised and Updated Version of the Story Written By Me Vikram Karve around 9 years ago in May 2014 and First Posted Online by me Vikram Karve in my Academic and Creative Writing Blog on 05 May 2014 at 5/05/2014 11:35:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/05/humor-in-uniform-lieutenants-woman-and.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/06/humor-in-uniform-who-was-she.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/was-she-lieutenants-girlfriend-or.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/09/who-was-she-girlfriend-or-wife.htmlandhttp://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/07/who-was-she-girlfriend-or-wife.htmletc and https://karve.wordpress.com/2020/07/15/a-girl-in-every-port/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2022/05/24/a-girl-in-every-port-2/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2023/03/30/romance-a-girl-in-every-port/ etc
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