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SUMMER WINE – A Melodious Classic of the 1960s – Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood – Summer Wine (1967)

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: SUMMER WINE – A Melodious Classic of the 1960s – Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood – Summer Wine (1967).

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From Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve – WHO IS GOING TO LOOK AFTER ME IN MY OLD AGE

Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: WHO IS GOING TO LOOK AFTER ME IN MY OLD AGE.

WHO IS GOING TO LOOK AFTER ME IN MY OLD AGE
THE BOUNDARY LINE
By
VIKRAM KARVE
 
Sometimes, Truth is Fiction and Fiction is Truth
 
Last year, a series of events made me hark back to a story I had read long back – a story called Boundary Line by Guno Samtaney – a story I never forgot since it had a profound and lasting impact on me. But I never imagined such things could happen in real life, especially to me.
 
First, I was witness to the strange spectacle of my own sister avoiding her responsibility of looking after our hospitalized mother saying that her husband was not allowing her to come to Pune. 
 
Next, someone told me about a pitiable spectacle of an old lady hounded out of her own house and sent to an old age home because her daughter’s husband felt that their flat was too small to accommodate her (Of course, the daughter and her husband conveniently forgot that they had got this flat free of cost by persuading the old lady to sell off her modest bungalow and gave the plot for redevelopment to a builder). 
 
Then, I heard a youngster say that he was lucky to be settled abroad in America as this absolved him of the responsibility of looking after his parents in their old age and he commented that his India based brother would have to perforce take on this onerous responsibility.  
 
My cousin sister bluntly stated that we could not expect our children to look after us in the evening of our lives and we better start looking for some suitable place like a retirement home which provided for assisted living in our old age.
 
All these happenings reminded me of the story which kept haunting me and I delved into my bookcase and searched and searched till I found the story buried inside an anthology. 
 
Here are the reference details of the anthology:
 
The Boundary Line by Guno Samtaney (Translated from Sindhi by the author) Prateechi – a literary digest of West Indian Languages 1987 Published by Sahitya Akademi in 1992 Price Rs. 30/- ISBN 81-7201-089-3 pp 304–310.
 
Before I tell you about the story, let me tell you about how I discovered a treasure trove of literature by sheer serendipity. 
 
Long back, maybe sometime in the 1980s, my friends and I decided to see a movie at Sharada Cinema in Dadar Mumbai. 
 
The three o’clock show was houseful so we bought tickets for the six o’clock show and were wondering how to kill time, maybe a loaf and snack in Khodadad Circle, when I suddenly saw a board of the Sahitya Akademi Regional Office and decided to explore further. 
 
Here, in a dingy dark basement full of dust, I was to discover a wealth of literature, a rich collection of books on Indian Literature. 
 
It appeared that hardly anyone ever visited this place and the solitary and lonely staff was so happy that he cheerfully roused himself from his hibernation, picked up a cloth duster, led me down into the huge basement, switched on the lights, and, as he cleaned the copious dust accumulated on the books and shelves, he showed me around and told me to browse and pick up whatever I wanted.
 
Despite the suffocating atmosphere I felt at ease among the interesting books, and my friends, who know of my love for books, told me to browse to my heart’s content and meet them at a quarter to six in the café opposite the cinema. 
 
I was the solitary “customer” in the book “depot”. 
 
Yes, I will call the place a depot and not a store, as the place resembles a warehouse rather than a shop. 
 
As I spent the next three hours leafing through the fascinating collection of books I lost all sense of time, only to be interrupted by the lights being switched off at 5:30 with an announcement that it was fifteen minutes to closing time.
 
Impressed by the large collection of books I had picked up, the solitary employee suggested that I take a one year subscription to INDIAN LITERATURE, Sahitya Akademi’s Bi-Monthly Literary Journal, and showed me the latest copy of the journal. 
 
He made an extra effort to open a drawer, pull out a receipt book, and I paid a princely amount of a ninety rupees as annual subscription (the journal cost fifteen rupees per issue then). 
 
I never regretted subscribing toIndian Literature and have carefully preserved each copy and many times I surf through my bookcase and pick a copy to read – at present I have near my bedside Issue 155 of Indian Literature published in 1993 which has an accent on Malayalam Literature and features stories by literary stalwarts like OV Vijayan, T Padmanabhan, NS Madhavan, P Surendran et al. I do not know how to read Malayalam and it is only thanks to this journal that I am able to relish the translations of this excellent creative writing in English.
 
Indian Literature is written in a variety of diverse languages. 
 
However, unless one is a linguist, most of us generally learn not more than three languages – our mother tongue, Hindi and English (like I know Marathi, Hindi and English). 
 
It is only via translations that we can savour the rich repertoire of Indian Literature and Sahitya Akademi has certainly done a yeoman’s service in this aspect by publishing anthologies in various Indian Languages and Digests like Prachi, Prateechi and Uttara, which are literary digests comprising creative writing from various regions. 
 
Would it have been possible for me to read a story from Sindhi Literature but for Sahitya Akademi?
 
I wonder whether Sharada Cinema and this nostalgic warehouse of books still exist. 
 
If you live in Mumbai why don’t you pay a visit, find out and tell us. 
 
I live in Pune now and am tempted to get into a Shivneri Volvo bus and go to Mumbai, get down at terminus, the “Asiad” Bus Stand in Dadar East, and walk down to Sahitya Akademi office in the basement of Sharda Cinema building and browse through the latest anthologies and publications from Sahitya Akademi, which unfortunately are not available in any bookstore in Pune. 
 
I tried my favourite online bookstore Flipkart and even there most of the Sahitya Akademi Titles are out of stock and the literary journal Indian Literature is not even listed. 
 
Also I have never seen Sahitya Akademi publications in any of the leading bookstores in other places as well. 
 
This shoddy marketing of such wonderful anthologies is depriving so many interested readers from access to gems of Indian Literature. 
 
So now the connoisseur has to eagerly wait for the annual Diwali Ank for Marathi Readers (and Puja Specials in Bengali Readers and similar vernacular magazines) for satiating their literary thirst, especially for short stories.
 
The other alternative for the lover of short fiction is to look for anthologies of translations published sporadically by Katha and reputed English Publishers like the recently published collection of short stories by Banaphool, the master storyteller from Bengal, titled What Really Happened translated by Arunava Sinha and published by Penguin.
 
Now let’s talk about the story I want to tell you about – THE BOUNDARY LINE
 
This story is not available on the internet. So I will summarize it for you.
 
Summary of THE BOUNDARY LINE By GUNO SAMTANEY
 
Guno Samtaney’s “The Boundary Line” is a poignant story in which eloquently describes the interplay of emotions in a daughter’s mind as she is compelled by circumstances to shirk the responsibility of taking care of her ailing mother. 
 
Shocked by her husband’s death the old woman loses her mental balance and lapses into complete silence. 
 
She hears nothing, says nothing and recognizes no one. 
 
All treatments fail, everyone gives up hope and the old lady is admitted into an Institute for Mental Rehabilitation near a hill station. 
 
The devoted daughter visits the mother at periodic intervals at the Institution and she spares no efforts at getting her mother cured. The daughter loves her mother and is so desperate, for her mother to get proper care, that she even bestows sexual favours on the doctor looking after her mother in order to motivate him to give her mother personalized care and special treatment. 
 
However, despite all her efforts, everything seems futile and there is no progress in her mother’s condition and she beings to lose hope. 
 
However the doctor tells her that she must not abandon hope and keep visiting her mother regularly since, as far as her mother is concerned, the daughter is the only connection to the past and this is the only chance of reviving memories which is the only way the old lady may get better; otherwise the old lady will sink into an abyss. T
 
he doctor tells the daughter that she must not allow these crucial bonds to break, otherwise her mother may lose her sanity completely.
 
Maybe the doctor has an ulterior motive. 
 
Maybe he is really interested in making love to her in his house every time she visits the sanatorium in the desolate place in the hills. 
 
On her every visit to the sanatorium they follow a fixed routine. 
 
First the doctor takes the woman to see her mother and they spend some time together. 
 
Then they go the doctor’s house and have lunch. 
 
And in the afternoon they indulge in a bout of passionate lovemaking, after which the doctor sees the woman off at the bus stop.
 
One day, out the blue, the woman receives a letter from the doctor that her mother is cured and is completely normal. He asks the woman to come to the mental rehabilitation institute and take her mother away. 
 
The woman is overjoyed. She tells her husband the good news that her mother is now cured and she is going to get her home, but she is stunned by her husband’s reaction who refuses to let his mother-in-law stay in their small flat. 
 
He suggests that she arrange to send the old lady to her brother, the woman’s maternal uncle, who has not even bothered to inquire about his own sister after her tragedy and is sure to refuse to keep her at his place. 
 
The husband comments whether it would be proper for their own children to live along with an insane woman in the same house. 
 
Finally he suggests that his wife use her “good offices” with the doctor at the mental rehabilitation institution to extend her mother’s stay over there.
 
The woman is shattered. 
 
For three days she remains enwrapped in silence, in a zombie like trance, unable to think or speak. 
 
Then she recovers her wits, gathers courage and goes to the institution where her mother is kept. 
 
The doctor receives her cheerfully and expects that the woman would be eager to meet her mother. 
 
He is surprised when the woman suggests they go to his house first.
 
In the aftermath of their lovemaking the woman tells the doctor the whole story and requests him to keep her mother in the mental rehabilitation institute for some more time. 
 
The doctor is shocked and asks her why she did not tell him all this before. He says it was with great persuasion that he had convinced the medical board to declare her normal, her discharge certificate had already been issued and it would be very difficult for him to keep her mother in the institution now.
 
But the woman breaks down and pleads desperately and says it is impossible for her to take her mother with her to her own home. 
 
The doctor thinks for some time and says he will try.
 
The daughter wants to meet her mother but the doctor asks the woman to go home without meeting her mother as that would upset everything and make his task more difficult. 
 
While walking across the compound towards the gate, the daughter notices her mother looking out of the window towards her. 
 
She sees her mother gesturing at her frantically. 
 
The daughter ignores her mother’s desperate pleadings and walks away. 
 
While walking away and abandoning her own mother, the daughter feels that she has not only stepped over the boundary line that divides human beings from animals, but has also crossed over the limits of the animal world.
 
The author, a Sahitya Akademi award winner, has narrated the story very skilfully and with great finesse, moving back and forth in time seamlessly, portraying the conflict of emotions in the protagonist’s mind beautifully and delivering the message effectively. It is quite intriguing that the woman always visits her mother in the sanatorium alone and is never accompanied by her husband; or is it the author’s device to make us read between the lines? 
 
Dear Reader, you must try to get hold of this story. As I have told you earlier, the reference is:
 
The Boundary Line by Guno Samtaney (Translated from Sindhi by the author) Prateechi – a literary digest of West Indian Languages 1987 Published by Sahitya Akademi in 1992 Price Rs. 30/- ISBN 81-7201-089-3 pp 304–310.
 
This story depicts the real world problems in looking after senior citizens, who are gradually made to feel unwanted. 
 
It suggests no solutions, only portrays the helplessness of the woman and sets you thinking what would you do in such a situation. 
 
Is a wife so hapless in today’s world? 
 
Is the husband a villain, or does he too have a point when he gives priority to his own family life and children over his mother-in-law?
 
Isn’t this a noteworthy story? 
 
It has been possible for me to read this story (and tell you about it) thanks to Sahitya Akademi. 
 
Before I read the stories in Prateechi I was not aware that Sindhi Literature has such a rich repertoire. 
 
It is indeed disappointing that Sahitya Akademi publications are not available easily to the common reader who is deprived of access to the enormous amount of quality literature being written in India in various languages.
 
The Sahitya Akademi website too does not have much information and it would be great if journals like INDIAN LITERATURE and various digests and anthologies are available in online versions on the internet for all to read.
 
Dear Reader, I will delve into my bookcase and try and tell you about some more gems from Indian Writing in this series on my blog.
 
Happy Reading.
 
And do think about this story THE BOUNDARY LINE and remember to ask yourself – WHO IS GOING TO LOOK AFTER ME IN MY OLD AGE?
 
VIKRAM KARVE 
Copyright © Vikram Karve 2012
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 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.

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LEADERSHIP and DISCIPLINE – A Speech by Field Marshal S.F.H.J. “Sam” Manekshaw

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Click the link above and read the lecture LEADERSHIP and DISCIPLINE by Field Marshal S.F.H.J. “Sam” Manekshaw