Chamchagiri as a tool to win undue
favours, has been in existence for a very long time in every society. A sycophant
or chamcha is a person who tries to win favor from wealthy or influential
people by flattering them. Chamchagiri is not selective and is found to be
operating successfully in every type of profession or trade. There are no
social restrictions placed on people wanting to become a ‘Chamcha’. Colour,
creed, caste, gender, age is no bar. Chamchagiri is a very serious profession
involving intelligence and hard work. To do it well, one really needs an
aptitude for this kind of thing. All and sundry cannot aspire to become a
chamcha – it is an art form, specialized by a very select few.
School for Chamchas
My recollection of Chamchagiri is
mostly related to my own profession, which is the navy; however readers will
easily find similar instances of sycophancy in their own sphere of activity.
I was busy attending to a file in a
dusty corner of a room in Naval Headquarters in New Delhi, when my PA Mr Trehan
walked in to take a dictation. Even though the dictation was over, he continued
to sit, which prompted me to ask, ‘Anything else?’ He promptly said, “Nothing
in particular sir, but I wanted you to know that you give the best dictation in
the entire directorate. In your case, I do not type any draft – it is typed
fair for signature. In my twenty years of experience, I have not come across
anyone who gives such flawless dictation – no grammatical errors – no
repetition”. I was indeed soaked in his admiration and started feeling
extraordinarily good. He broke my stupor when he said, “Sir, it’s going to be a
cold weekend, can you kindly give me a bottle of rum?”
Once, flights from Hyderabad to Vizag
were cancelled and we were forced to travel by train instead. We were a group
of six officers and for some unknown reason I was accommodated with the Commander
– in – Chief in a coupé. Before boarding a senior officer
came to me and said, “Pubs, do you mind if I travel in the coupé?” Seeing the pleading
look on his face, I said, “By all means”. The rest did not miss the hidden
agenda. A packed dinner for the journey was provided by a very dynamic local
liaison officer. Our dinner put to shame any business class airline dinner.
After a few hours the train stopped and all of us got down to shake a leg. In
the ensuing banter the same gentleman started praising the dinner endlessly and
finally told the C in C, ‘Sir, all was well, but the liaison officer forgot to
provide a spoon in the dinner box”. My dear friend ‘Chintamatkar’ without
batting an eyelid said, “Sir, navy mein chamchas kee koee kamee nahin hai’(
there is no shortage of chamchas in the navy).The C in C laughed out loud at
hearing this.
This officer would agree with
everything the admiral said, right or wrong. Laugh at all his jokes, as if Bob
Hope was narrating them. He was not subtle and always ended up embarrassing
everyone around. He had a long way to go in fine tuning his Chamchagiri. On one
occasion, after completion of a ship’s inspection, all of us gathered in the
ward room for a glass of beer. On ships, events are announced through a pipe
call or the bugle is sounded (a long forgotten art). We heard the bugle
melodiously ordering all the sailors to proceed for lunch. This extremely
complicated bugling was known only to the ‘Fleet Bugler” Petty Officer Peter, a
man whom the admiral knew well and was very fond of. The topic changed to Peter
and our friend Commander Flattery was on the back foot - he did not know the
bugler. He asked this very mischievous colleague about Peter. Amongst other
things, this colleague informed him that Peter was a very fair, tall and
handsome person of Anglo Indian origin with music in his veins. Armed with this
crucial information he joined the admiral in praising Peter and at an
appropriate time shared this vital intelligence. Probably the admiral was
totally exasperated and decided to put an end to all this sycophancy. He sent
for Peter, lo and behold a very short man with a deep ebony complexion of Tamil
origin made an appearance.
Whilst exercising this art one has to
be extremely alert and do his homework well. A friend of mine learnt this the
hard way. The admiral had just arrived to take up his new appointment. The luggage
had not yet arrived and naturally the kitchen had not been set up. This officer
had cajoled his wife to prepare an exotic non vegetarian lunch full of poultry,
red meat, and prawns. He intended to surprise the admiral with this
gastronomical wonder. He entered the admiral’s house armed with this
masterpiece only to find him already feasting on a delicious South Indian
vegetarian meal brought by another admirer. He was totally devastated by the
sudden turn of events. Pouring hot sambhar on his wound, Commander Golden Spoon
said, “How come you didn’t know that the admiral is a pure vegetarian?”
While carrying out exercises at sea
the admiral used to give a series of orders to one staff officer or the other
depending on the nature of the drill. Commander Yasser on being addressed would
immediately click his heals, jump to attention, give a smart salute, begin with
a loud ‘Yes Saaar’ and end it with another ‘Yes Saaar’. In between there would
be as many ‘yes saaaars’ as the number of orders and instructions. He would
then immediately turn around and urgently whisper to his colleague ‘Shree, what
did the admiral say?’
I remember attending a meeting in the
Fleet Office wherein the admiral referred to an important letter he had sent to
all the Commanding Officers and hoped all had read it. There were more than
twenty officers attending the meeting. Some said yes, few nodded their head in
agreement and a very small number remained silent. One officer seized this
opportunity and went on to extol the letter, claiming that his ship’s
efficiency had improved after he had implemented admiral’s instructions.
Standing bravely against the popular tide this lone officer stood up and did
the unthinkable. He said, ‘Sorry sir, I have not read the letter’. There was a pin
drop silence and the admiral looked at his secretary, who in turn said, ‘I am
sorry sir, I have not yet posted the letter’.
Admiral Ruffal Nadal took over as the
C-In - C and in no time tennis became the most popular sport in the command.
The admiral was very amused at the sudden surge of interest in tennis exhibited
by his officers. This down-to-earth man is supposed to have remarked, ‘Imagine
the plight of these people if I had taken up wrestling instead’.
There are many more such stories to
narrate, may be another time.
Until then, cheers.
best article i seen so far...its not a sycophancy sir
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