STUD BULL
A Bizarre “BELIEVE IT OR NOT” Yarn
By
VIKRAM KARVE
Disclaimer:
1. Please read this apocryphal story only if you have a sense of humor. This yarn is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
2. This story is for mature adults only, so if you are a kid, or an overly gender sensitive type, please skip this post.
3. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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STUD BULL
Mrs. X desperately
wanted to have a baby.
Mrs. X was married
for 10 years, she and her husband tried very hard to have a baby, but
unfortunately she never got pregnant.
Then, suddenly, one day, at a party, Mrs.
X announced that she was pregnant.
Everyone congratulated her.
My wife congratulated her too.
Mrs. X looked at my
wife and said: “It is thanks to your husband that I am pregnant.”
My wife was shocked – struck dumb – speechless
– stunned into silence.
Then Mrs. X looked warmly at me,
and she said to me: “Thank you so much. Had it not been for you, I would have
never got pregnant.”
“What…?” my wife stammered, trying to recover
her wits.
“Yes,” Mrs. X said to my wife,
“had it not been for your husband, I may never have got pregnant.”
My wife gave me a fierce look and said: “I am
not feeling too well – let’s go home.”
We excused ourselves from the party, and
walked out of the officers’ mess towards our scooter.
“You cheat. How could you do this? Who the
hell do you think you are – some sort of Stud Bull impregnating wives of fellow
officers,” my wife was livid.
“It’s not like that…” I pleaded.
But my wife interrupted me and said, “The way
Mrs. X is yapping – if this gets around – they will throw you out
for stealing the affection of a brother officer’s wife – and what will we all
do then – starve – and it will be such a disgrace – so shameful – just think of
what effect it will have on our children – and you could you ever cheat on me…?”
“Will you keep quiet? It is nothing like
that. Please hear me out. Will you please let me tell you the truth? You just
blindly believed what Mrs. X said. Don’t you want to hear the real
story?” I beseech.
“It better be a convincing story – otherwise
I am going to mother’s place tomorrow,” my wife delivered her ultimatum.
Here is the story I told my wife.
Firstly, let me tell you that this happened
at an inter-service training institution.
Now, in the navy, an officer is a “jack of
all trades” and employed on all sorts of jobs during his career – on ships
afloat, and multifarious tasks ashore, where the variety of jobs is even more
diverse.
It is the rare lucky officer who is perfectly
dexterous at all the jobs – but in most cases, you are good at some, not so
good at some.
I have the gift of the gab, and I am academic
by nature too, so I had a natural flair for teaching – which was my job at the
training institution where I was teaching faculty.
For “X” (husband of Mrs. X)
it was exactly the opposite – he had absolutely no aptitude for teaching.
Now “X” was a very bright officer,
professionally competent, and had performed other jobs very well, but teaching
just wasn’t his cup of tea.
Teaching in-house courses is one matter, but
teaching a post graduate course in engineering was no joke, especially where
student officers had to appear for external university examinations, competing
with fresh young engineering graduates.
And “X” was having a very tough
time since the students were demanding as they wanted the entire syllabus to be
covered meticulously which was a must to do well in the university exams.
“X” hated teaching
and he had tried his best to avoid this instructional appointment.
But there is a mistaken belief that a good
student makes a good teacher – and “X” had topped this very same
post graduate course a few years ago, so they had sent him down to teach.
Hey, I seem to have digressed, so let me come
down to the actual story.
Every evening, after my evening walk, I would
spend some time reading in the officers’ mess library.
On most evenings, Mrs. X would be
there too, as, like me, she seemed to be fond of reading too.
In the evenings, most other wives of her age
would be busy playing with their young children in the park, but since Mrs.
X had no children she preferred to
spend her evenings in the library.
Our common interest in literature got us to
be friendly, and sometimes, after our reading session, I would walk her home, which
was on the way to my house.
One evening, while we were walking home, Mrs.
X suddenly opened up to me: “I want
to make a personal request to you – in the strictest confidence.”
“I will be glad to
help if I can,” I said, taken aback.
“Can you take my
husband’s classes?” she asked.
I was a bit baffled
at her strange request.
“Can you take my
husband’s classes? Please?” she asked me again.
“I can, but I am
already overloaded,” I said.
“I know. You are
taking three subjects and he is taking only one this semester, but he said you
have the capacity to take all four subjects,” she said.
I was quite perplexed
at her strange request, so I did not say anything.
Mrs. X looked at me and said: “I’ll be very frank with you. We are desperately
trying to have a baby – there is some complex treatment going on too – but my
husband gets so stressed out at night that…”
Maybe she felt a
bit embarrassed, so Mrs. X paused for a moment, but then she continued
speaking: “My husband spends the whole night studying books and anxiously preparing
his lectures – he is so nervous about teaching – he feels so tired and stressed
out – and day by day it is getting worse – he is never in the mood – and my
clock is ticking…”
I nodded.
She smiled unspoken
thanks.
Next morning, on my
table, I saw a file with the 60 days leave application of “X” – on the noting
sheet “X” had written that I had agreed to do all his instructional duties.
I committed
on the file that I would perform all his instructional duties.
“Are you sure you can manage?” the Dean rang
up, “as it is you are heavily overloaded
– now you will be taking lectures the whole day.”
“I’ll manage, Sir,”
I said to the Dean
Now, dear reader, this is the real reason
why Mrs. X told my wife: “It is thanks to your husband that I am
pregnant.”
This is the real story – believe it or
not.
Wish you a Happy Holi
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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Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
© vikram karve., all rights reserved.
Disclaimer:
All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright Notice:
No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.
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© vikram karve., all rights reserved.
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