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General Sunderjee of the Mahar Regiment had taken over as the Chief of the Army Staff. He was a 'sci-fi' solider and apparently ahead of the time. He had done a course in the USA and so imbibed some egalitarianism that sent shivers through the military relics of the British Raj. His celebrated 'Dear Brother Officer' letter to all officers of the Army exhorting us to be 'men' and quit the cult of sycophancy was blasphemous in military protocol, to say the least. It was blasphemous because Generals NEVER wrote to the rank and file and never ever with any 'Dear Brother Officer' salutation!!
The General had kick-started the Army the computerisation way. In addition, he was cranking in new fangled 'concepts' to make the uniform more 'practical', shorn of the frills and trappings. In short, the Army was on the road to various 'experiments'.
Sunderjee's mobile brain was too électrique for the plebeian. Of the experiments with the uniform, one was to have Regimental insignias on the collar. The Adjutant General was exhausted and out of his depth with whether to have the Regimental insignia on the collar or have it not, since some British relic Colonels of the Regiment were having serious misgivings in having their officers lit up like Christmas trees while some others liked the idea – if only to show 'solidarity' with the Chief for obvious reasons. The result was like Alice in Wonderland. Instead of the heads, the regimental insignias were 'on' one day and 'off' the next day. The only thing permanent in this exercise to 'practicality' in the uniform was the ensuing holes in the collars where the insignia jumped off and on like cats on the hot tin roof. Further, it was 'impractical' financially to have sets of uniform to suit the mood of the day of the Adjutant General!
The Mahar Regiment, to which I belonged, opted not to have the insignia. Hence, they had holes in their collar since the insignia was no longer there. Notwithstanding, the Adjutant General remained confused as to what he had ordered and what he had not! And we preferred to keep the holes on the collar – lest there was another change of heart for the collar insignia.
During this 'momentous' era of the Indian Army, I was an instructor at the College of Combat, Mhow in the Junior Command Wing.
Since he was an enigma, General Sunderjee was touring the Army and was projecting his thoughts first hand so as to have a closer interaction with the officers and 'feel the pulse'.
It was a balmy day when General Sunderjee arrived at Mhow. There was interest amongst those who did not know him since they wanted to know yeh kia cheez hain (what type of 'thing' is he?) After all, in the rigid military hierarchy, no Chief had ever written a letter to all officers or had so openly talked or admitted about the growing cult of ji huzoor-ness [the 'Baa Baa Black Sheep' syndrome]. Sunderjee had already had a fan following, thanks to the 'dear Brother' letter. Further, his fondness for things ultra modern had made him Mohamed Tuglak-ish (the crazy, but way ahead of his time, Emperor of India). The anticipation was as keen as would some be elicited for some unique specimen brought to the zoo from a strange part of the world!
While the General nestled in Guest Room No 1, the instructors and the students were all hustled into Lecture Hall No 3. In spite of the Madhya Pradesh heat and the profuse sweating, none really realised the discomfort; such was the excitement!
The lecture was still a good one hour away, but like all good things of the Army, we were herded with a large time cushion that Army husbands normally don't insist even of their wives when they are going for an important social event! The time lag was preposterous which matched the 'Havildar Major timing'! For the uninitiated the Havildar Major is the Non Commissioned Officer who is responsible for the discipline of the troops who congregates troops two hours before an event, if he is a bit soft in the head, and six hours earlier, if he was not!
We arrived in the Lecture Hall No 3.
In front of us we found whole lot of gizmos and arrays of wire and some sort of a contraption that was to project the slides. Remember, in those days we did not even know what 'slides' or 'view-foils' were! Music was also coming out of the battery of weird machines that were still being set up. In fact, I thought RK Film Studios had arrived to show us some film like Satyam Shivum Sunderumjee. Only Zeenat Aman (a shapely and 'bold' female movie star) in the near raw was missing! In her place it was only Lieutenant Colonel UB Ghosh, who I knew during my cadet days. He was sticking various things into place and was to be the Master Of Information Technology Ceremonies. Since we were not allowed to move out of our seat, we watched the proceeding with bated breath. It was as if we were to witness the launch of the Apollo satellite from Cape Canaveral!
Then on the appointed hour, the Chief arrived, duly escorted by the Commandant. People craned to have the first glimpse of this man, who was already an icon like Hema Malini, the comely female film star. He was lean, thin and tall. He bettered Malini. He was smart and handsome too! The best part was that he ran up the stairs to the lectern on the dais. The man was really in a hurry. If that dash were anything to go by, then the Army was really on the move!
The usual banality of introduction of the guest speakers done, we were informed how fortunate we are that the Chief had 'so graciously deemed it fit to grace the College of Combat' etc etc. The Commandant was at his eloquent best. He then gave way, smug as a bug, for the Chief to give his 'two penny' bit.
The Chief commenced. There was none of the 'Good morning, Gentlemen and Officers' sacrament of commencing the address. He got underway with 'Brother Officers'. Had he been a politician addressing an election rally, there would have been instant and spontaneous 'Sunderji ki jai. Bharat Mata ki Jai (Halleluiah to Sunderjee. Victory to Mother India)' and all the other things the guys, at these election rallies, are paid to shout with total insincerity. However, the difference was that if we were allowed sloganeering, this would have been totally sincere!! Such was the charisma and hope he had generated with his 'Brother Officer' letter.
He spoke of innovations that were on the anvil and what was expected of the rank and file. He told us not to overdo the 'Sir' part of our life and there was no need to say 'Haanji, Sirjee, Sir'. He assured us that saying 'Sir' once was adequate. In fact, he strongly advocated calling seniors by their rank, giving an example that it was absolutely adequate to call him 'General' without adding the 'Sir'; just like US Army. The stuffy British could take a running jump! The shackles of the British Raj were finally becoming a hoary past!!! The Boston Tea Party so to say – true Indian style.
He was candid. He said that sycophancy could not be got rid of overnight. He exhorted us with an example of two men who were chased by a Tiger and had climbed a tree. One had to come down and face the Tiger and maybe die. But, the other guy would be free. Someone had to sacrifice.
That did not go well with the audience, though. It proved that he had no idea of the Indian mentality. Catch a modern Indian sacrificing for community good! That ethos had finished with the struggle for Independence. The current struggle was to find a place in the sun, by hook or by crook and most likely, by crook. I think his over exposure to the US caused this 'thought-mismatch' wherein he had lost the touch of reality. It was rather odd for a Tamil Brahmin (TamBrahms) to have a mismatch since they are known to be shrewd blokes who always had their ear close to the ground and nose in the air and reacted as per the situation for the maximum payoff.
General Sunderjee of the Mahar Regiment had taken over as the Chief of the Army Staff. He was a 'sci-fi' solider and apparently ahead of the time. He had done a course in the USA and so imbibed some egalitarianism that sent shivers through the military relics of the British Raj. His celebrated 'Dear Brother Officer' letter to all officers of the Army exhorting us to be 'men' and quit the cult of sycophancy was blasphemous in military protocol, to say the least. It was blasphemous because Generals NEVER wrote to the rank and file and never ever with any 'Dear Brother Officer' salutation!!
The General had kick-started the Army the computerisation way. In addition, he was cranking in new fangled 'concepts' to make the uniform more 'practical', shorn of the frills and trappings. In short, the Army was on the road to various 'experiments'.
Sunderjee's mobile brain was too électrique for the plebeian. Of the experiments with the uniform, one was to have Regimental insignias on the collar. The Adjutant General was exhausted and out of his depth with whether to have the Regimental insignia on the collar or have it not, since some British relic Colonels of the Regiment were having serious misgivings in having their officers lit up like Christmas trees while some others liked the idea – if only to show 'solidarity' with the Chief for obvious reasons. The result was like Alice in Wonderland. Instead of the heads, the regimental insignias were 'on' one day and 'off' the next day. The only thing permanent in this exercise to 'practicality' in the uniform was the ensuing holes in the collars where the insignia jumped off and on like cats on the hot tin roof. Further, it was 'impractical' financially to have sets of uniform to suit the mood of the day of the Adjutant General!
The Mahar Regiment, to which I belonged, opted not to have the insignia. Hence, they had holes in their collar since the insignia was no longer there. Notwithstanding, the Adjutant General remained confused as to what he had ordered and what he had not! And we preferred to keep the holes on the collar – lest there was another change of heart for the collar insignia.
During this 'momentous' era of the Indian Army, I was an instructor at the College of Combat, Mhow in the Junior Command Wing.
Since he was an enigma, General Sunderjee was touring the Army and was projecting his thoughts first hand so as to have a closer interaction with the officers and 'feel the pulse'.
It was a balmy day when General Sunderjee arrived at Mhow. There was interest amongst those who did not know him since they wanted to know yeh kia cheez hain (what type of 'thing' is he?) After all, in the rigid military hierarchy, no Chief had ever written a letter to all officers or had so openly talked or admitted about the growing cult of ji huzoor-ness [the 'Baa Baa Black Sheep' syndrome]. Sunderjee had already had a fan following, thanks to the 'dear Brother' letter. Further, his fondness for things ultra modern had made him Mohamed Tuglak-ish (the crazy, but way ahead of his time, Emperor of India). The anticipation was as keen as would some be elicited for some unique specimen brought to the zoo from a strange part of the world!
While the General nestled in Guest Room No 1, the instructors and the students were all hustled into Lecture Hall No 3. In spite of the Madhya Pradesh heat and the profuse sweating, none really realised the discomfort; such was the excitement!
The lecture was still a good one hour away, but like all good things of the Army, we were herded with a large time cushion that Army husbands normally don't insist even of their wives when they are going for an important social event! The time lag was preposterous which matched the 'Havildar Major timing'! For the uninitiated the Havildar Major is the Non Commissioned Officer who is responsible for the discipline of the troops who congregates troops two hours before an event, if he is a bit soft in the head, and six hours earlier, if he was not!
We arrived in the Lecture Hall No 3.
In front of us we found whole lot of gizmos and arrays of wire and some sort of a contraption that was to project the slides. Remember, in those days we did not even know what 'slides' or 'view-foils' were! Music was also coming out of the battery of weird machines that were still being set up. In fact, I thought RK Film Studios had arrived to show us some film like Satyam Shivum Sunderumjee. Only Zeenat Aman (a shapely and 'bold' female movie star) in the near raw was missing! In her place it was only Lieutenant Colonel UB Ghosh, who I knew during my cadet days. He was sticking various things into place and was to be the Master Of Information Technology Ceremonies. Since we were not allowed to move out of our seat, we watched the proceeding with bated breath. It was as if we were to witness the launch of the Apollo satellite from Cape Canaveral!
Then on the appointed hour, the Chief arrived, duly escorted by the Commandant. People craned to have the first glimpse of this man, who was already an icon like Hema Malini, the comely female film star. He was lean, thin and tall. He bettered Malini. He was smart and handsome too! The best part was that he ran up the stairs to the lectern on the dais. The man was really in a hurry. If that dash were anything to go by, then the Army was really on the move!
The usual banality of introduction of the guest speakers done, we were informed how fortunate we are that the Chief had 'so graciously deemed it fit to grace the College of Combat' etc etc. The Commandant was at his eloquent best. He then gave way, smug as a bug, for the Chief to give his 'two penny' bit.
The Chief commenced. There was none of the 'Good morning, Gentlemen and Officers' sacrament of commencing the address. He got underway with 'Brother Officers'. Had he been a politician addressing an election rally, there would have been instant and spontaneous 'Sunderji ki jai. Bharat Mata ki Jai (Halleluiah to Sunderjee. Victory to Mother India)' and all the other things the guys, at these election rallies, are paid to shout with total insincerity. However, the difference was that if we were allowed sloganeering, this would have been totally sincere!! Such was the charisma and hope he had generated with his 'Brother Officer' letter.
He spoke of innovations that were on the anvil and what was expected of the rank and file. He told us not to overdo the 'Sir' part of our life and there was no need to say 'Haanji, Sirjee, Sir'. He assured us that saying 'Sir' once was adequate. In fact, he strongly advocated calling seniors by their rank, giving an example that it was absolutely adequate to call him 'General' without adding the 'Sir'; just like US Army. The stuffy British could take a running jump! The shackles of the British Raj were finally becoming a hoary past!!! The Boston Tea Party so to say – true Indian style.
He was candid. He said that sycophancy could not be got rid of overnight. He exhorted us with an example of two men who were chased by a Tiger and had climbed a tree. One had to come down and face the Tiger and maybe die. But, the other guy would be free. Someone had to sacrifice.
That did not go well with the audience, though. It proved that he had no idea of the Indian mentality. Catch a modern Indian sacrificing for community good! That ethos had finished with the struggle for Independence. The current struggle was to find a place in the sun, by hook or by crook and most likely, by crook. I think his over exposure to the US caused this 'thought-mismatch' wherein he had lost the touch of reality. It was rather odd for a Tamil Brahmin (TamBrahms) to have a mismatch since they are known to be shrewd blokes who always had their ear close to the ground and nose in the air and reacted as per the situation for the maximum payoff.