Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Growing up with the Movies

History was made in New York on October 6th, 1927 when the very first spoken voice in a feature film was heard. The voice belonged to Al Jolson and the ground breaking movie - The Jazz Singer. The reaction by the theatre audience was immediate - they rose to their feet, applauding ecstatically.



The first Indian talkie, Alam Ara, was released on March 14, 1931, at the Majestic Cinema in Bombay. One report says "There were huge crowds outside the theatre.Tickets were sold 'in black,Police aid had to be summoned to control the crowds ....Four¬anna tickets were quoted at Rs.4 and Rs.5." It was advertised as "All Living, Breathing 100% Talking Peak Drama, Essence of Romance, Brains and Talents unheard of under one banner.The audiences went crazy over Alam Ara and Indian films haven't stopped taking or singing since ...




Going to movie halls, talkies, tent cinemas or a theatre was great fun. The very thought of going out added a special dimension to entertainment in the days and times long forgotten – wondering about what to wear, being on time, how to reach the theatre and whether we would get tickets and so on, added an element of suspense to the ensuing excitement. In the absence of any other form of audio visual entertainment in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s, watching a movie was the ultimate entertainment experience.

Bangalore, being a cosmopolitan city, played host to movies in different languages – Kannada, Tamil, Telgu, Hindi and English. The theatres were mainly located in the Kempe Gowda road, in the Majestic area and in and around MG Road, while a few could be found scattered all over other parts of Bangalore. In its heyday, Bangalore boasted of having the largest number of movie halls in the country – some of them were a treat to watch – The Alankar in the Majestic area and Lido at the end of MG Road were luxurious by any standard and set a new bench mark in movie viewing.

The architect of Bangalore Attara Kacheri (Karnataka High Court) Arcot Narrian Swamy Mudaliar constructed Plaza theatre in the year 1936, modeling it after the Picaadilly Circus in London. It was one of the oldest theaters in Bangalore.


Residing in Shankarpuram, South Bangalore, meant watching movies in close by theatres. All the theatres had to be within walking distance. We were always short of cash and with Rs 5 as pocket money there was very little one could do. So we walked to the movie theatre. Our favorite haunt was ‘Vijayalakshmi’ theatre located in Chickpet which showed English reruns. Seetharam knew a short cut which would take us less than half an hour to reach the theatre. The route was intricate with endless twists and turns often involving going in and out of stranger’s homes - so if Seethu was absent – there was no movie for the rest of us. The best part of watching a movie back then was the cost- the morning show was always at half the price of regular shows and we as students got another 50% off -this meant we paid Rs 1/- per movie. Once there, we invariably bought sliced cucumber with green chili sauce or plain peanuts. If someone felt slightly rich, he would treat us to pineapple slices with salt and pepper. The movies we saw were all action movies – Our hero was Steve Reeves, a WWII Veteran with a Herculean body. We saw Hercules, Hercules unchained, The Trojan Horse, Goliath and the Barbarians and many similar films. Another hero was Victor Mature, starring in Samson and Delilah, Demetrius and the Gladiators, Zarak etc. Another strange Sword-and-Sandal movie we saw was, ‘Hercules, Samson & Ulysses’. The genre that was next in line consisted of war movies such as – The Guns of Navarone, Great Escape, Stalag Seventeen and so on. We also went and saw movies in Bharat - I remember watching a fascinating movie called ‘Living Desert’ , a Walt Disney production there, then there was Minerva and the bug infested Paramount talkies all showing English reruns at half the usual price. I used to enjoy watching Films Division Documentary shows with the golden voice of Melville de Mello reverberating in the theatre. If we were extra lucky we got to watch ‘Tom and Jerry’. And there were always the trailers of movies to come as fillers. In all, we had three hours of guaranteed fun.


We also went and watched Tamil movies in tents – along with a very rustic and earthy audience. Haricharana Babu’s father Mr Narayana Swamy wielded a lot of clout in the Gavipuram area and as a result we got to watch tent movies free. One could go in any attire, at any time, whistle loudly at the drop of a hat, shout, scream and generally immerse oneself in the movie. I did not follow Tamil, but it did not prevent me from watching MGR, Shivaji Ganeshan and the rest, belting out their lines in a bombastic ,theatrical style.


As we entered college, tastes changed and our sights fell on movies screened in theatres, in and around MG Road. Rex, Plaza, Imperial, BRV(Bangalore Rifles Volunteers) and later the Lido became our regular haunts. The genre of movies also changed and we started watching all the classics such as Ten Commandments, Benhur, My Fair Lady, Camelot, Becket, Oliver and many more. It was the turn of Richard Burton, Rex Harrison and Peter O’Toole to become our heroes. ‘From Russia With Love’ was released in BRV.Bond films were a craze by then and getting to see the first show was an achievement. Guru, Kumar, Mallesh and Seethu and self reached BRV at 0300 hrs in the morning and we were among the first 20 in the queue to buy tickets. The booth opened at 1000 hrs under police bandobast and shortly we were in possession of the prized ticket. I vividly remember watching ‘Wait Until Dark’ starring Audrey Hepburn as a young blind woman and Alan Arkin as a violent criminal. During the interval, Mallesh who was till then sitting next to an elderly couple wanted to swap seats. As the second half started, I realized that I was being made a scapegoat. The old man had probably seen the movie many times over and was rendering a running commentary to his wife in Kannada. When it came to the million dollar scene, where Alan Arkin leaps in the dark to catch Audrey Hepburn – the old man warned his lady ‘Do not get scared, he is going to leap any time now – watch, watch, he is about to leap …’ With the exception of the three of us, the entire theatre gasped and jumped up in fright.


Whenever Kumar ran short of funds, he used to sell old news papers to finance his movie ticket.DK Ramu’s father was an Executive Engineer in the State Electricity Board ,with MG Road under his jurisdiction. DK was often the recipient of passes for movie shows distributed by the theatre owners to keep dad in good humor. The largesse extended to some of us; on condition that we met his bus fare and tiffin charges. In this mutually beneficial arrangement ,we saw ‘Kissing Cousins’ an ‘A’ film starring Elvis Presley. For this land mark occasion, four of us dressed up in trousers and shirt to enhance our looks, hoping the ticket collector would allow us into an ‘adult’ movie without any fuss. We got to see a man and a woman kiss on screen for the first time. What an exciting experience! Eating ‘Puffs’ and ‘Peanut Bars’ in Plaza Theatre was the ‘done thing’ in those days.


Subash was the only Hindi movie buff. This put him in a great predicament. To get someone to go along with him meant shelling out for them too. So Subash paid for the bus fare, bought the tickets and got us snacks in the interval. Under his patronage we saw – ‘Rajkumar’, starring Shammi Kapoor and the darling of yester years, Sadhana and many more.


Finally, my adolescent movie going experience ended in NDA. Watching movies on Saturdays in the assembly hall was an extraordinary experience. All of us would be dead tired after all the physical punishments such as front rolling, frog jumping and carrying cycles on our heads. Getting inside the hall with no lights was an instant sleeping pill. I remember watching the titles of ‘Spy Who Came In From The Cold’ and falling asleep immediately thereafter.


In the navy, movies are an integral part of life at sea. In the old days, all ships carried a 30 MM projector and a large collection of movies. Every evening after dinner, a movie would be screened. One watched the movie in open air on the Quarter Deck with all the heavenly objects staring down upon us. The constant hum of the ship’s engines and the noise of heavy winds required extreme concentration if one wanted to follow the dialogues. It was not uncommon to hear ship’s announcements such as ‘Chief Quartermaster Bridge’,’ Fresh water tankey officer’s bathroom’ interupting and ruining a really romantic scene. We took a lot of Hindi movies to Riga and screened them very often .The Russians would come in hordes to watch Raj Kapoor starrers. Watching Russian movies required lots of courage and daring.The title was sufficient to keep one away –‘A Fish Factory in Astrakhan’ or ‘Drama in a gypsy camp near Moscow’ or ’The patriotic mine worker in Siberia’ or ‘Lenin in October ’ and for the more daring there was always ‘Lenin in 1918’ .


Open air movies with attached bars are a big hit in the army stations and clubs. With a little bit of ‘Elbow Bending’ one can get through the most horrible movie with panache. After a few down the hatch, it really did not matter if the movie was in English, Hindi or Swahili.


I used to shed tears very easily while watching sad movies.Watching Koshish was the mother of all crying experiences. My mother swore she would never sit next to me in a hindi film.I wept throughout the movie, into her pallu.


KM Nair had watched Sholay several times and knew the dilogue backwards.Much to our annoyance, he used to frequently render the Sholay dialogue.Being a Mallu, the delivery was very fast and sounded like several marbles shaken in a tin.Finally when self and Kats saw Sholay and heard Gabbar Singh’s slow and deliberate delivery we were a tad dissapointed as he did not speak like Nair.


Movie going as an activity has subsided over the years with TV and DVDs taking over this favoured past time. Most of the theatres in Bangalore have been sold to make way for Super markets, malls and shopping complexes. In their place, ‘Multiplexes ‘have arrived. We went and saw a Bond film in the famous ‘Fame Shankarnag Chitramandira’ with a right mix of style, elegance and opulence. 55 lavishly fitted recliners that stretch to 150 degrees at the press of a button takes you to a different comfort zone. Butlers serve International and local cuisine at your recliner and in the attached Gold Lounge, exclusively for Gold Class patrons.


Watching movies on the big screen has always been great fun and will remain so for many more generations. In a fast paced life, going to theatres once in a way is a great way to bond with – parents, children, grand children, friends et al. A simple packet of pop corn can do the trick.


Cheers to the BIG SCREEN

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Life’s Little Ups and Downs

As a child one often dreams about kings, queens, castles, forests, friendly animals, princely frogs waiting to be kissed, unlimited supply of chocolates, finding treasures and many more things. Thinking about them, children go to sleep with a smile on their lips. When they wake up, all is forgotten and a new day starts with a clean slate – waiting for new dreams to be written on it. Nothing gained – nothing lost.


One continues to dream even as an adolescent. As adults, we continue to hope for good things to happen. Life does not always pan out the way you wish – there are surprises waiting to spring upon you from nowhere. The human mind, in some ways, is very naive and is ever ready to accept good tidings. Often we are disappointed as events do not unfold the way we expect them to.


It was the summer of 1960 and, like any other summer, it was hot and humid. I was 11years old with lots of time on hand, foot loose and fancy free. Guru Kumar and I were dawdling aimlessly when we saw a bright and shining object lying on the road. As we stood there examining the object, Kumar said, “I know it’s something to do with cars, let us pick it up and go home”. At home all of us concluded that it was a ‘car silencer’, an item which would fetch substantial money, if we could sell it. The next few days were spent in day dreaming about what we would do with the money once we sold the silencer. Some of the options were - endless dosas at the local restaurant followed by ice cream at Venkateshwara stores or a picnic to Lalbaug, buying an actual leather cricket ball and a good bat and so on – the list was endless. We also swore not to tell the others about this windfall. Having mustered sufficient courage, we went to City Market to flog the silencer. Kumar was supposed do the talking and we were to stand by him in support. The scrap dealer took one good look at the silencer and burst out laughing. It was worthless. Taking pity on us, he gave us 25p to buy some peanuts and return home.


PC Sorcar, the famous magician, had come to town and was performing at the ‘Town Hall’. My dear friend, Ravindra Pandit, gave me a few passes for the show. My friends and I were really excited by the very thought of witnessing a magic show and that too, one by Sorcar. Dressed in our Sunday best, six of us arrived at the Town Hall, only to be told that the passes were invalid as they had been used the previous day. Pandit had done a ‘Sorcar’ on all of us. In total silence we reached home, not knowing what to tell our parents.


In school I used to do ‘Combined Studies’ along with a good friend of mine, DK Sriram, in his empty ancestral house in Vishveshpuram. Viji and I used to carry our dinner to his place. DK ‘s hot dinner came in a tiffin carrier from Chamarajapet, lovingly packed by his aged and absentminded grandmother. Filled with an overpowering hunger and salivating in anticipation, DK would open the tiffin carrier with a lot of expectation– only to find plain rice in all the four containers.


In the early sixties, having a girl friend in South Bangalore was very rare. I had made friends with a girl who wrote a very short and sweet letter to me, whilst I was attending a NCC camp in Mangalore. I was the happiest boy on earth and carried a permanent smile on my face. When I returned, I went and promptly thanked her for writing. She shook the very ground under my feet violently when she said, “What letter?” and quickly walked away. Disappointed and grim faced, I returned to my gang to narrate the sad story. They were in splits, as GR Mallesh, my neighbour (who went on to become an ace pilot in the IAF) owned up to the gag.


My parents and their friends were going to the famous theatre ‘Navrang’ in Bangalore to watch ‘Do Aankhen Barah Haath’ directed by V.Shantaram. Going to a theatre was a privilege and it did not happen very often. I decided to skip the movie and play a tennis ball cricket match in my friend Santaram’s house. What a strange coincidence. Shantu had promised us a ‘Silver Cup’ at the end of the day’s play. He did keep up his word – the only flaw was that the cups were made from the silver foils of used cigarette packs.


When we were young naval officers in Kochi, we met a friend of KM Nair’s over a drink in the club. Late in the evening the friend invited all of us over for lunch the next morning to his house in the city. We were a sizeable lot – eight of us went for lunch. The initial impression was very encouraging – we entered a huge bungalow – the residence of the ‘Commissioner of Kochi Port Trust’ (the friend’s father) to be received by a retinue of people. We met his father very briefly and proceeded straight to their spacious and well appointed dining room. Lunch was served in the finest crockery with all possible pomp and show. The only flaw of the wonderful morning was – the lunch was sufficient for only one person. All of us were shell shocked and stunned at the meagre spread on the table. We thanked the friend politely and prodded on by an empty stomach, made a quick dash to Hotel Woodlands for an ‘Unlimited Thali’ (Lunch served on a plate). Later, we came to know that the family was in the middle of a transfer and had packed, ready to leave for Thiruvanthapuram soon after.


In the Indian Navy, officers are required to specialize in one field or another. I specialized in ‘Gunnery and Missiles’ and was posted in my Alma Mater as the Chief Instructor – a very important appointment indeed. One fine morning the Commanding Officer called me to his office and handed over a signal from Naval Head Quarters, which stated that I had been selected to attend the most prestigious course that any naval office could aspire to – the “Dagger G” course in UK (G short for Gunnery).Only three or four officers in the entire navy had done the course. On seeing the signal I froze and just could not utter a word. It took some time for the message to sink in. I was simply ecstatic and literally on top of the world. As evening approached and the sun started to set, I was plunged into total gloom – in all the excitement of the morning, I had forgotten to note that the day was 1st April, 1980.My short lived happiness was courtesy my very close friend, Lt. Cdr. Vijay Gopal (Viji).


We learn to live and voyage (often a bit wiser) from one experience to another.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The serving and the retired navy - can we do more

While attending a dinner party in a ‘Coffee Decoction’ friend’s house http://samundarbaba.blogspot.com/2010/09/coffee-decoction-friends.html the topic of Navy Day celebrations in Bangalore cropped up.

The first week of December is celebration time for the Indian Navy – during the week, it projects the navy to the Indian public through various activities – ships, establishments and dock yards are opened to the public. Ships at anchorage adorn ceremonial flags during the day and light up at night. In some places they get to see the navy in action. Naval bands enthrall the public with martial tunes. The Navy Ball provides the glamour quotient to the men in white. The navy top brass hold ‘At Home’ parties wherein the city’s politicians, bureaucracy, police, industrialists and veterans get to meet each other over a cup of tea and bask in the glory of Navy Day. In short, it is an opportunity for the navy to bond with Civi Street.

In smaller naval stations such as Bangalore, normally the ‘Navy Day’ reception is held in the Naval Mess. The function is attended by all the serving naval officers and their ladies from the station. In addition a few officers from the sister services are also invited. In the case of veterans, an allocation is made to cover their representation – say 20 or 30 couples etc. The Air Force on the other hand puts out an advert in all the local and national news papers inviting the veterans to attend ‘Air Force Day’ celebrated in their various messes. Some of the senior retired Air Force officers told me that this tradition is in vogue since a very long time.

During the ensuing discussion, I maintained that the navy should be more magnanimous on this occasion and invite all the veterans wherever they are with open arms. There are extremely few opportunities in smaller stations, where in the retired meet the serving. Navy day is one occasion, wherein the veterans will be able to stand (may be displaying their medals) next to the man in uniform and ‘Elbow Bend’ in reminiscence. As one grows old – the need for recognition and to feel wanted is on the increase. The old feel happy when they are invited. Whenever I receive an official invitation from the navy – I feel proud and honoured. I have always enjoyed mixing with young officers and learning about what is new in the navy.

In my opinion, the serving navy has a moral responsibility towards the retired community and should encourage greater bonding between the two. We always go to town proclaiming we are different from the rest – Cradle to Grave, camaraderie, Brothers – in – Arms etc – our claims are true to an extent, but they need to be nurtured and encouraged. The serving navy has all the attributes such as – place, organization, money, manpower and a host of other thing in abundance. Once a year, is all that one asks. Also the today’s serving navy is tomorrow’s retired lot. It stands to reason, that while in service, we build up a healthy tradition.

If the veterans feel that enough recognition has not come our way – let us not blame the government and bureaucracy for all our woes. The phrase ‘charity begins at home’ holds true. The Navy should take the lead and recognize its veterans and showcase the relationship.

In the final analysis all that I ask is “Give me the opportunity to feel connected with the serving navy”.

A bit of history :

21 October 1944- The Royal Indian Navy celebrated 'Navy Day' for the first time. This met with considerable success and aroused enthusiasm not only in the ports where parades were held but also in inland centres, where public meetings were organized.

01 December 1945 - Encouraged by its success, it was decided to organize similar functions every year on a larger scale, and later, in the season when the weather was cooler. Accordingly, the second “Navy Day” was celebrated in Bombay and Karachi on December 01, 1945.

15 December 1968 - In due course, “Navy Day” came to be celebrated on ‘15 December’ and the week in which '15 December' fell was observed as the ‘Navy Week’

04 Dec 1971 - To go back in time - On December 3rd 1971 in a radio broadcast shortly before midnight, the then Prime Minister, Smt Indira Gandhi, addressed the nation. She said "I have no doubt that by the united will of the people, the wanton and unprovoked aggression of Pakistan should be decisively and finally repelled.....aggression must be met and the people of India will meet it with fortitude, determination, discipline and utmost unity....." In response to the call of the nation, the Indian Navy planned a most audacious and daring attack in the history of naval warfare ‘Operation Trident' http://bangalore.citizenmatters.in/articles/view/2586-navy-d  (Celebrating maritime victories - Lessons from the sea for a landlocked city). Each year on the 4th of December, the Indian Navy celebrates ‘Navy Day" to commemorate our courageous attack on the Pakistani ships and harbour.

Epitaph

As I was writing this blog, I received a call from Raghunathan to say that one of our course mates, Gp Capt RPM Nair had passed away. We rushed to the Hebbal electric crematorium to pay our last respects. To bid farewell on his last journey – there were his immediate family, close relatives, friends, course mates and the serving Air Force.

This quote sums up the way America thinks about veterans;

“A veteran is someone who, at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America," for an amount of "up to and including my life." unknown author.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Remembering Admiral OS Dawson – In Lighter Vein

Some people journey through this Earth without creating a single wave or ripple – they come and go unnoticed. When Admiral Oscar Stanley Dawson joined the Indian Navy, he probably had no idea that he would leave such an indelible impression in the pages of Indian Naval history. During his naval service of 41 glorious years, he made a huge impact on the navy of the day, made his presence felt and put his own special and personal stamp of authority wherever he went. In some cases, reputation precedes the person ; in his case – his reputation for strictness, long hours of slogging, working by the rule book and his utter disregard for personal comfort (his and others), used to reach the ship much before he took command. 





In 1973 I became Flags to Rear Admiral Narpati Datta, the Flag Officer Commanding Western Fleet. Captain OS Dawson (OSD) was then the Commanding Officer of INS Nilgiri. On one occasion the Flag embarked Nilgiri for a longish sea sortie to Bandar-Abbas, Iran. As the ship cast off, the FOCWEF realized there was no Captain’s Chair on the bridge. Later on with a mischievous smile OSD informed the Admiral that he himself had got the chair removed and said, “Sir, even the Captain has to be on his toes in my ship”. The Admiral, by now used to the comfort of INS Mysore and the Flag Bridge, decided to shift the Flag to INS Deepak, the spacious tanker.

There was always a hidden lighter side to his normally serious demeanor. In Bandar – Abbas I was informed by the Iranian Naval Liaison Officer that six IN officers could visit Tehran provided they could organize some place to stay. I informed OSD and the Fleet Staff Officers if they were interested in flying to Tehran. The FGO (Lt Cdr K. Pestonji) and FCO (Lt Cdr A. Tandon) were the first to volunteer for mission Tehran and the FGO also invented a Zoroastrian old aunt in Tehran with whom he would stay. When the Admiral asked the then Captain Dawson, “Stan, are you not going to Tehran?” he said, “of course I am going, in fact I am staying with Keki’s aunt”.

Once during an “At Home” on 4th Dec in the Navy House, I had forgotten to carry cigarettes and out of sheer desperation and misplaced courage, I went up to OSD and said “Sir, there is a ‘civilian gentleman’ who wants a cigarette badly, could you kindly give one?”. He put on a stern face that could have destroyed a thousand ships – and said to me “Take me to your civilian gentleman and let me have the pleasure of giving him a cigarette myself”. I did a very fast ‘Carl Lewis’ on him and vanished.

During an Anti Submarine exercise off Mumbai, Nilgiri was busy triangulating the enemy submarine position through ESM detections. At one point of time, FOCWEF on Mysore at anchorage signaled Nilgiri, asking OSD to come. Due to some reason, I was alone on the Quarter Deck to receive him. On embarking, an angry and protocol conscious OSD asked, “Why is FOCWEF not here to receive me?” and went back to his ship. Consequences be damned.

There was hardly any seniority difference between him and the FOCWEF, yet I have seen him treat the Admiral with utmost respect bordering on reverence.

Young Lt SV Gopalachari (late) then the Anti Submarine Warfare officer of Nilgiri was leaving the ship to go home after a hard day’s work. It was his wedding anniversary.OSD however had other ideas in store. He is reported to have told Chari, “measuring presence of CO2 in the compressor room is far more important than your wedding anniversary, which comes every year,” so goes the story and poor Chari had no option but to stay behind. As a result, he also got a measure of the temperature at home!

A little later in time, my wife and I happened to visit INS Amba. During the course of the evening OSD came to the wardroom to play the piano. A mutual acquaintance informed him that Jayanti sings well. Thereafter it was fun musical evening. He loved music and his piano more.

A few years later, he was appointed as the Chairman of Goa Shipyard and visited Mumbai to head a Court Martial. I was appointed his liaison officer. I picked him up in the airport and we drove straight to his residence somewhere in Marine Drive – I forget the exact location. He offered me a glass of rum and talked about old times. He also gave me a cigarette to smoke and added, “How is your civilian gentleman?”. He lived a very simple and frugal life, devoid of anything ostentatious. His house reflected his life style – ‘A bachelor married to the navy’.

He then became the C-in-C Southern Naval Command. During the annual day celebrations at INS Dronacharya – amongst other entertainment items, we put up a very novel children’s fancy dress show – which won accolades from him. He hated depiction of poverty and ugliness on stage. He often said, “There is so much of suffering all around us – why show it on stage too – children should be shielded from the ugly part.”

One fine morning we received a signal stating that the C-in-C would be inspecting Dronacharya very shortly. The signal sent shock waves up every one’s spine – such was the reputation of OSD. Several strategy meetings were held and action plans were drawn - how to counter OSD and win the battle.OSD never followed a set pattern and in his case, predicting was futile. We had to prepare ourselves for the worst. Fear of the unexpected reigned supreme.

As a part of the establishment we kept a well stocked ‘Piggery’ and some of its inmates were as good as Lord Emsworth’s sow, the ‘Empress of Blandings’ (Blandings Castle by PG Wodehouse.However the piggery was a source of constant irritation to a neighbour across the road, who also happened to be OSD’s friend. It was a case of the Onida ad – ‘Neighbours envy, owner’s pride’. We did not want to leave any stone unturned and the Piggery Officer was told to give all his sounder of pigs a good bath and clean up the sty. “No stink should emanate from the sty during the course of the inspection!” was the battle cry. Such were the lengths to which we went.

As the inspection drew closer, the tempo in the establishment reached a feverish pitch. Zero Error Syndrome had set in. The First Lieutenant wanted all the plants near the saluting dais to look green and healthy. He hit upon an extremely novel and original scheme and ordered ‘goats’ droppings’ to be liberally dropped in all the VIP flower pots. The day before the inspection it rained heavily, causing all the droppings to dissolve and become one with the mud in the pot. By nightfall the area near the dais had started to smell worse than our piggery. The First Lieutenant not to be outdone – late at night under cover of darkness, embarked on yet another bizarre rescue mission and ordered ‘Naphthalene Balls’ to be generously used to counter the odour of the ‘goat balls’. By morning the White and Black Ball combo had created an unknown aroma, making normal breathing difficult.

On the day of the inspection as the Admiral ascended the saluting dais, one could see he was overcome with misery, unable to tolerate the stench. In this atmosphere, I marched up and reported, “Parade ready for your inspection, sir!’ – After looking me up and down for several seconds – during which time I had completely frozen in the hot Kochi weather – he asked, “What is the weight of your sword?” – I knew the length of P15 Missile, weight of a 4.5 inch shell, rate of fire of an SLR – I knew many things but unfortunately had no answer to his question. He went on to add, “How can you be the Chief Instructor without knowing the weight of the sword?” The effect of the White and Black Ball combo continued throughout the inspection.

On completion of the parade, he retired to the VIP room to change into working dress and commence the ‘Walk around the establishment’ – which was standard procedure. After absorbing the earlier shock, the visibly wilting Commanding Officer went up to him and reported readiness for his walk around. OSD did the unthinkable and unexpected. He said, “AM 38 Exocet missile attack on INS Dronacharya is imminent! Start defensive measures.” The commanding Officer stood in absolute shock, not knowing what to do next. Technically, Dronacharya was a training establishment with a battery of guns, radars and an operations room. The establishment had never been subjected to any ORI. (Operation Readiness Inspection, wherein the war fighting capability is tested by simulating enemy attacks) Unlike a ship, we did not have any PA system, alarms etc to announce ‘Action Stations’ to enable the radars and guns to be switched on and brought to bear on the enemy aircraft. All the men were closed up in their respective classrooms. The Ops Room was locked and the key with an officer who was, unfortunately short of hearing and unable to get the drift. As all hell broke loose - sailors running helter skeltor, officers shouting unintelligible orders – Dronacharya resembled Pearl harbour after the Japanese attack. The inspection had not even started – such was the impact of OSD!

With great difficulty we all closed up at the GDP (from where the guns are controlled) and started taking charge of the situation. As we were about to settle down the Kerala State Electricity Board decided to make its own contribution to the disaster by cutting the power supply and blanketing Dronacharya in total darkness. The Chief Engineer from MES was summoned and informed that he would have to answer to the whole nation as to why we were unable to shoot down the missile. One thing unique about OSD is his impartiality – he treated us and his staff alike. In all this confusion, the Command Gunnery Officer decided to make his presence felt by appearing wearing his helmet back to front, prompting OSD to inform our CO, “ My CGO will join the next Sub Lieutenant’s Gunnery Course and learn how to wear a helmet properly’.

Beaten and totally battered, we followed as he finally started the ‘walk around’. On the way he saw a garage and wanted to know what was inside; when no answer was forthcoming, he ordered his Flag Lieutenant to open the garage door. The Flags (ADC) went to the garage and started pushing the door. On seeing this, Admiral remarked, “Look at this fellow, it is boldly marked ‘PULL’ and he is pushing it – how do you expect me to run a command with such staff officers?” One did not know where, when and whom he would target next!




We reached an abandoned building with several bills proclaiming ‘cleared for demolition’. OSD wanted to know as to why this could not be used as “Emergency Accommodation’ to tide over the shortage. The prompt reply from us was that there was no water and electricity in the building. He ordered someone to switch on the light and lo and behold! – All the lights came on and similarly the water from the taps gushed out like there was no tomorrow! Know your ship inside out was the lesson.

Our last stop was at the Second World War gunnery observation tower. It stood perched some 6o feet tall with almost vertical stairs leading up to its three observation platforms. At his age climbing the tower was indeed a very difficult and arduous task. On reaching the top he found his generously proportioned Command Medical Officer still at the bottom, wildly gesticulating, laughing and holding audience with a small group of officers. The CMO was immediately summoned up. The CMO took his life threatening journey to the top, one step at a time – he arrived first followed by his stomach. On reaching, OSD wanted to know, “In case Mumbai suffers a nuclear attack, have you made any contingency plan to accommodate the wounded? How many beds do we have? Have you interacted with other civil hospitals in Kochi? What about Coimbatore, etc”. I heard that the CMO lost a lot of weight thereafter, but never recovered from this incident.

Finally, after some three hours of the grueling walk around, we reached the galley – the last stop. He sat next to a pedestal fan and carried out ‘food tasting’. The Supply officer served him a spoon of hot rice, sambar, chicken curry, papad and dahi raita. After a very tiring day in the hot sun, he relished the fare and left.

Hours later we received a signal which – if my memory serves me right, said “Inspection of Dronacharya satisfactory, arboriculture needs improvement etc – an extremely well run galley. All ships and establishments are to send their cooks for training to Dronacharya”.

So ended our inspection – single handedly he had put us and his staff through a very rigorous inspection. Right or wrong, not many are capable of achieving this task – he set very high standards for himself and went about achieving them. Along the way he expected all naval personnel around him to do the same.

Years later, I interacted with him when he was the ‘Chief’ – went on many sorties with him to the Fleet and Command. After retirement, I had the opportunity to “Elbow Bend” with him on many occasions in the Naval Officer’s Mess, Bangalore. Through it all, I found him extremely devoted to the Indian Navy.

All good things come to an end – so they say. He was 87 years old. Former Chief of Naval Staff, Admiral (Retd) Oscar Stanley Dawson PVSM, AVSM, ADC passed way at 9.50 am at the Command Hospital. When I saw him for the last time at the funeral service in St John’s Church in Cleveland Town, Bangalore on 26th Oct 2011, he looked extremely calm and composed and appeared to be saying ‘I have done my duty’. May his soul rest in peace.



Figure 1 - The Final Journey


Monday, October 31, 2011

We Visited Leh – Part IV – Last day in Leh

Last Day in Leh – 05 Oct 2011

Our first visit of the day was to Hemis Monastery. It existed before the 11th century and is the largest monastic institution in Ladakh. Hemis has more than 200 branch monasteries in the Himalayas and more than 1,000 monks under its care. It is an important living monument and heritage of Himalayas and its people.

As you begin the climb




A local  - Her face resembling the contours of the 
Himalayas
View of the rooms
Hemis prayer wheel

A section of the monastery

Inside the court yard


At the Hemis



A complete view






A section of the monastery

Part of the museum

Maitreya Buddha - a two storey high statue
Statue of Buddha


Floral painting


Part of the museum

The next on the list was Thiksey Monastery. It is noted for its resemblance to the Potola Palace in Lhasa,Tibet and is the largest Gompa in central Ladakh. The monastery is located at an altitude of 3,600 metres (11,800 ft) in the Indus valley. It is a 12-storey complex and houses many items of Buddhist art such as stupas, statues, thangkas, wall paintings and swords. Here we met a doctor monk and bought some Ladhaki medicines



A view of Thiskey




With the Doctor monk


 A distant view 



The Stok Palace Museum is located about 14 kilometers away from Leh across the Choglamsar bridge. This was constructed in 1825 by King Tsespal Tondup Namgyal who was the last ruler of independent Ladakh. The current royal family lives in Stok Palace. The museum at this place has a huge collection of ornaments related to royal family, traditional clothing and a huge collection of thankas


Interiors of the palace




Rooms in the palace



The Shanti Stupa was built by both Japanese Buddhists and Ladakh Buddhists. The Shanti Stupa features the photograph of the current Dalai Lama with the relics of the Buddha at its base. The stupa is built as a two-level structure. The Shanti Stupa was built to promote world peace and prosperity and to commemorate 2500 years of Buddhism. It is considered a symbol of the ties between the people of Japan and Ladakh

The imposing dome of the Shanti Stupa
View of Leh from the Stupa
Inside the Stupa - wheel of Dharma
Birth of  Buddha


Image of Buddha

Defeating the devils



Lovely view of the roof


Shey is a town in ladhak that has the old summer palace. It is located 15 km. from Leh towards Hemis. The palace was built more than 555 years ago by Lhachen Palgyigon, the king of Ladakh. The palace has the largest golden Buddha statue in Ladakh.

Shey palace in the back drop of Beas
Shey palace

Shey palace brings out the best in Ladakhi architecture




A distant view


Another view
Last look at the Himalayas - another 10 days the entire range will be white
Yaks on the way to the mess. In all we saw Ibex,red fox,black - billed Magpie,Himalayan Marmot,mouse hare
Mirror like Beas channeled for irrigation
The sun is about to set
Never ending fascination with Ladakh

Some of the last impressions of Leh
Way back to the mess


After a tiring day, we returned to 603 EME Battalion Mess and bid good bye to Driver of Xylo Nazeer and our Sahayak Sepoy Vipin Kumar.


With Nazeer our Xylo driver

With Sepoy Vipin Kumar


The notice sums up the eternal bond between the Indian Army and Ladakh
Chits sums up the happy feeling at the end of the trip
An extremely contended look


There ended our very fascinating trip to Leh, Ladhak. We returned to Bangalore on 06th Oct fully satisfied and happy we undertook this journey.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

We Visited Leh – Part III – In and around Leh



What my wife had to say about the trip to Leh

The trip to Leh was my husband’s idea – planned and executed totally by him for the rest of us. With my crazy work schedule, all I knew before we left was the date of departure and arrival. Leh is a phenomena we have not experienced before during our travels either in India or abroad. The sheer vastness of the landscape, the grandeur of the towering mountains, the isolation and solitude, the endless stretch of rough roads hewn into rock, the breathless (literally) view of mountains against blue skies and the warmth of the Ladakhis will forever be etched in our memories. We had a lot of laughter and fun but I think each one of us also found a certain peace and silence within ourselves that tends to get lost in the noise and bustle of city life. I now understand why sages and saints go to the Himalayas to search for spiritual truths- given time, even simple folk like us could, I think, find ourselves. For me personally, a few things stand out- the solitude and beauty, the exhilarating paragliding experience, the feeling of being so high up in the mountains. This trip also brought home to us what tough lives our jawans lead in high altitude areas. A trip to Leh must be on each person’s bucket list –a must see, once in a lifetime experience.

04th Oct 2011– In and around Leh

After leisurely breakfast we went sightseeing around Leh. Our first halt was the ‘magnetic Hill’. To experience the magnetic power you have to place your vehicle on a specific spot (Local authority has put up a bill-board to identify the place) and switch off the vehicle. Soon you will notice the vehicle starts moving.


At the magnetic hill
The spot where the car should be stopped
The next stop was to see the Sangam - confluence of Indus & Zanskar Rivers



Figure 1 - Indus is to the Left joined by Zanskar from the top at Sangam and flowing to Pakistan. Really breath taking.


Figure 2 - Strange formations near the sangam

After a long drive we reached 11th century Alchi Choskor, the oldest surviving monastic heritage of Ladakh - a UNESCO listed heritage site. The village of Alchi is situated on the left bank of the Indus, about 70 km from Leh, on Leh-Srinagar highway. It is not visible from the main road, and it is couple of km across the bridge on the Indus.


Figure 3 - Section of the Monastery


Figure 4 - Prayer wheels


Figure 5 - Local Ladhaki


Figure 6 - Child full of cheer


Figure 7 - After a lovely vegetarian lunch

We then went to visit the famous ‘Gurudwara Pathar Sahib’constructed in the memory of Guru Nanak, about 25 miles away from Leh, on the Leh-Kargil road, 12000 ft above sea level. The Gurudwara was built in 1517 to commemorate the visit to the Ladhak region of Guru Nanak Dev, the founder Guru of the Sikh faith. During his lifetime Guru Nanak travelled to many distant places and one such place was Ladhak. Guru Nanak is well respected by Buddhists who consider him a saint. The Gurudwara is now maintained by the Indian Army.


Figure 8 - Impression of Guru Nanak in stone


Figure 9 - Section of the Gurudwara


Figure 10 - Yours truly


Figure 11 - Photo op at the historic National Highway 1

We then proceeded to Kali Mata, Temple of Guardians in Spituk monastery. The monastery contains 100 monks and a giant statue of Kali (unveiled during the annual Spituk festival).


Figure 12 - A view of the Spituk Monastery


Figure 13 - A section of the monastery


Figure 14 - Leh airport - viewed from the monastery

Our last visit for the day was ‘Hall of fame’ in Leh which was set up by the Indian Army XIV Corps as a Museum cum Memorial to the War Heroes. It is billed as a "Museum of Ladakh Culture and Military Heritage" and houses a War Memorial as well. The ‘Hall of Fame’ is a reminder to all of us of the great acts of courage and sacrifice made by the personnel of the Indian Army to keep India safe from external aggression. Reading the details of the recapture of ‘Tiger Hill’ at 0800h on 08 Jul 1999 is enough to enthuse every Indian to a new patriotic high.

The ultimate sacrifice by young Capt Vijayant Thapar, age 22, who died trying to evict Pakistani intruders from a ridge in Kargil on 28 June 1999 – just before he died he wrote to his father

“…..I have no regrets; in fact even if I become a human again, I will join the Army and fight for the nation…..

After his death, his father Col VN Thapar wrote “Your actions will forever inspire generations of Indians to come. You have left us with pride for being the parents of a worthy son and a lifetime of pain for having lost a child we love.

I could not control my feelings. Tears welled up in my eyes and when I looked around, there was not a single dry eye amongst us. Amidst the disillusioning specter of the likes of people like Kalmadi, Yeddyurappa, Raja and others of the same ilk - Capt Vijayant Thapar stands out as a symbol of hope and all that is noble in India. May his soul rest in peace.

Another poignant episode displayed in the ‘Hall of Fame’ is ‘Memories of Rezang La’. It was the site of the famous last stand of the Ahirs of 'Charlie' Company of the 13 Kumaon during the Indo – China war in 1962. C Company was led by Major Shaitan Singh, who posthumously won a Param Vir Chakra for his actions. In this action, 114 Ahirs out of a total of 123 were killed.

The caption reads “When Rezang La was later revisited dead jawans were found in the trenches still holding on to their weapons... every single man of this company was found dead in his trench with several bullet or splinter wounds. The 2-inch mortar man died with a bomb still in his hand. The medical orderly had a syringe and bandage in his hands when the Chinese bullet hit him... Of the thousand mortar bombs with the defenders all but seven had been fired and the rest were ready to be fired when the (mortar) section was overrun." Major General Ian Cardozo – extracts from his book ‘Param Vir, Our Heroes In Battle’



Figure 15 -  'Hall of Fame'


Figure 16 - A sand model depicting various passes, rivers, roads etc of the area

We returned home thereafter.