MY COMMAND OF TRISHUL

In October 1983, I had been serving as Fleet Operations Officer (FOO), Western Fleet, for about ten months while Vice Admiral IJS Khurana had been the Flag Officer Commanding Western Fleet (FOCWF) for five months. I was eagerly looking forward to command a ship and taking into account the tenures of the present Captains, reckoned that a possible vacancy would occur in 3-6 months by which time I would also have completed a year in my present appointment. 

I hadn't considered a dark horse, rather, ship!

One evening as I was winding up work, I got a call from the Chief of Staff (COS), Western Naval Command, who I knew well and considered to be my well-wisher. He said he would pick me up on the way home. I gratefully accepted though I wondered why.

In the car, COS told me he had received a call from the Chief of Personnel, NHQ, that I was being appointed as Commanding Officer, Trishul, which was undergoing what seemed to be an unending modernisation at Mazagon Dock, Bombay. COS said there was an urgent need to get the ship ready and out of docks before the President's Fleet Review early 1984 and I was 'specially' selected for the task. He said that if I was successful, it would be a feather in my cap and under no circumstances, should I decline this golden opportunity.

I was not at all prepared for this lecture and was thoroughly dazed by it. Tucked away in docks, Trishul was nowhere on my horizon for a command and I did not quite understand why I needed all that spiel about being 'specially selected' and 'golden opportunity' etc? And did I have the option to decline an appointment! 

My head was in a spin when we reached my residence and the driver opened the door for me to get out. Soon after, I received my letter of appointment. It was only later that I learnt that indeed a few of my colleagues who went on to earn many stars had wriggled out of this offer of command.

Originally in collaboration with Yarrow Shipyard of UK, Mazagon Dock had gained experience in constructing ships and had rolled out six Leander class frigates between 1972-81. NHQ then thought of modernisation of ships starting with Trishul which was more than 20 years old. The major changes were replacement of the front 4.5" gun mounting with surface-to-surface missiles and construction of a flight deck and hangar to enable the ship to carry a helicopter. 

This was Mazagon Dock's first experience of a major overhaul of a ship and a big challenge for both the Dock and NHQ as it involved not only extensive work but providing compatibility between original British equipment and Russian missiles. Further, many original drawings and documents were missing and it was a hard task to provide replacements and matching them with new requirements added with the temptation of many add-ons as time passed by.  

On Saturday 29 October 1983, I assumed command of Trishul in dry docks at Mazagon. The ship was in a haphazard state with everything ripped apart and cables and wires hanging loose all over. I was in a daze but glad that I had chosen to take over on a Saturday as the weekend gave me a chance to recover from the shock at seeing the state the ship was in!

The President's Review was to take place on 12 February and because of tidal constraints, it was necessary to get the ship out of docks about three weeks before. So with just over two months to go, we got down to the task of getting the ship ready which was more in the hands of Mazagon Dock rather than the ship's staff. But if I mentioned any problem to the Command Headquarters, I was told to 'just get on with it' implying that I was hindering progress.

The scheduled day arrived with two vital navigational instruments, the gyro compass and the radar, still not operational. Safety of the ship was squarely the Captain's but saying no and missing the Review was not even an option! So the bullet was bitten, the ship taken out of docks in total darkness at high tide at midnight and anchored at the nearest possible spot.

Next morning, with a prayer on our lips and fingers crossed, the engines were started and propellers turned on after more than four years. We weighed in the anchor and were thrilled to be on our own steam. As we moved towards the naval anchorage, I decided that since everyone was in high spirits, why not sail out for a couple of hours before taking up our allotted berth. 

We were just out of harbour when suddenly the propellers stopped turning, the ship went dark and eerily silent. Smoke started filling up the lower decks and sailors came rushing out in the open. With intercoms not working and no answer from the Engine Room voice pipe, we on the Bridge were literally in the dark.

Just then, a sailor came scampering up the hatch and told us there was a fire in the Engine Room which was being fought. Meanwhile, the stopped ship, being at the mercy of the groundswell, started rolling increasingly from side to side. I told the Commander (second-in-command) to get everyone to wear life jackets. I was stunned when he answered that we had only a small number of jackets on board which had already been issued to essential personnel on upper deck and there were no more for the rest. 

Visions of the ship capsizing and sailors fighting for their lives in the sea started filling my mind and the next few minutes were deeply anxious and disturbing. Relief when lights came back and the engines started turning was overwhelming. The Engine Room staff had doused the fire and we were fit to go again.

We immediately turned back and proceeded directly to our berth without further ado with my instructions to the Commander to ensure we had life jackets for everybody that very day.

It was customary for the Naval Signal Station (NSS) to ask ships entering harbour to identify themselves. This did not apply to Indian naval ships as the NSS could recognise them and had prior information of their movements. I was, therefore, amused when we were asked to identify ourselves. My first reaction was to say we were from Mars but then I realised that the NSS was not to blame as the new-look Trishul was on public display for the first time. So we just signalled back, "Indian Naval Ship Trishul."

The next few days were busy getting the ship to look at her prettiest for the President's Review. We participated in the event and the ship's company was happy and proud with a sense of achievement of having made it despite all odds. If, however, we expected at least a "well done" from Naval Headquarters or Western Naval Command, we were asking for the moon!

With the Review over, we got down to the task of getting all equipment and systems fully operational. There were many sailings and the highlights were the two firsts, embarking and operating a helicopter and the firing of a missile. All went well and we joined the Western Fleet.

In May '84, I learnt that a ship was required to make a goodwill visit to Mauritius.  I thought deputing Trishul for the trip would be a good opportunity to provide exposure of our ability to thoroughly modernise a ship as well as a just reward for the ship's company for its efforts to get the ship ready in time for the Review. I met the Chief of Staff and requested the authorities to consider my request. He gave me a patient listening and, a few days later, Udaygiri, if I recall correctly, was nominated! 

I soon realised that regardless of her facelift and new weaponry, Trishul would never be considered to be in the same class as a Leander what to talk of the newly acquired Rajputs and the indigenous Godavaris now joining the fleet. Even in the wives' circles, Akhila often heard others calling her "Mrs. Trishul" in a disparaging way! Indeed, in the line up of the Review, the ship not in the front row and I was the last CO of the ship with the rank of Captain as I was succeeded by a Commander. 

I should also personally take the blame for non-consideration of Trishul for the Mauritius trip. As per naval tradition, we worked only till lunch on Wednesdays and Saturdays observing what was termed as 'make and mend' (time for replacing missing buttons on uniform and darning of socks!) in naval parlance. One afternoon, I was about to start a golf game when the C-in-C, an avowed non-golfer, passed by on his constitutional walk. On seeing me he remarked, "Oh, you play golf, do you? I wonder how you find the time." 

The C-in-C went on to become the next Naval Chief and took to playing golf multiple times a week!

A disturbing incident took place towards the end of the year. When I was Director Naval Signals (DNS), my staff and I decided that we would apprise Commands and Fleets of action we were taking to improve ship-to-ship communications and Electronic Warfare. A 'Top Secret' letter was prepared with instructions that it should be circulated to Command Headquarters but carried only by hand of an officer and finally returned to DNS. Now, more than a year after my transfer, the letter was reported lost and the Vice Chief of Naval Staff (VCNS) had constituted a Board of Inquiry (BOI). I was summoned to Delhi to appear before it. 

The BOI was headed by Captain Kailash Kohli and I submitted evidence to show that the letter was very much in existence at the time of my handing over. The BOI was satisfied and cleared me of any neglect. Imagine my astonishment when a month later, I received a 'severe letter of displeasure' from the VCNS!

Time passed by with a lot of sailing which we all enjoyed. The ship's staff gelled well and we functioned smoothly as a team. Taking a break from work, I took a week's leave at Christmas time and drove with the family for a refreshing holiday in Goa. 

Back to Bombay and we got busy with preparations to celebrate the silver jubilee of the commissioning of Trishul on 13 January. The ship was berthed alongside the inner breakwater, given a fresh coat of paint and decorated with colourful flags from fore to aft. A sailor dressed like Lord Shiva in lion skin and adorned with moon, snake, rudraksha and, of course, a trishul in his hand, was stationed at the jetty guarding the ship's gangway. In the forenoon, we had a concert and 'Burra Khana' for the ship's company and, in the evening, a dinner which was attended by many officers of the Command and the Fleet and ex-Captains of Trishul. The evening's highlight was the cutting of the cake by the oldest ex-CO, Captain Sunil Rajendra, who had commanded the ship in 1968 when I served on board as Signals and Communications Officer after my specialisation course.

The next important activity was the annual Fleet Pulling Regatta in end-January. The event consists of a number of boat (whaler) rowing races between ships of the fleet and the winning ship awarded the prize of a trophy in the shape of a big rooster called "Cock".  Performance of a ship is considered to be reflective of the morale of the ship's crew and, therefore, how the crew regards its Captain.

We did very well but lost by a narrow margin to Taragiri. The chief guest, Vice Admiral Russi Ghandhi, who was then Chairman, Shipping Corporation of India, presented the Cock to CO Taragiri and, as a personal gift, announced two free tickets to Singapore on MV Chidambaram. Captain NK Sawhney, Chairman and Managing Director, Mazagon Docks, who was watching the races, sought me out to congratulate me on Trishul's performance and surprised me by saying that he was awarding two free tickets on Chidambaram to Singapore to me.

That was happy news indeed and the family was excited. Akhila insisted that we would pay for two more tickets and take Ruchir and Shumita with us. As none of us had passports, I started the process immediately as the first step to get ready for the cruise.

Then came the news that Chidambaram had a major fire which put her out of commission. So no cruise, only long faces! 

But soon after that, I received the NHQ letter appointing me as Defence Advisor (DA), High Commission of India, Singapore, effective April 1985. A short cruise replaced by a three-year posting! Truth is stranger than fiction.

Spadework for going abroad began while sailings continued. Meanwhile, the incumbent DA, already on a year's extension, applied for a further six months which was approved and my appointment deferred to October.

Unknown to me, that gave opportunity to interested parties to get my appointment cancelled in favour of someone else. One day, my friend Kailash Kohli told me that while waiting in the Secretary's office for a call on the C-in-C (ex-VCNS who had ordered the BOI), he overheard a telephone conversation between the CNS and the C-in-C discussing that I was perhaps too senior for Singapore DA's job. Thanking Kailash for the tip, I conveyed the information to some well-wishers in NHQ and the replacement effort was nipped in the bud but Trishul despatched to the east coast for six weeks starting early-July.

I was quite happy with that except that a number of my key officers, in particular the Navigating Officer (NO), Lt Rajiv Kapur, in whom I had developed a lot of trust, were transferred just before the deployment despite my request that transfers be deferred till the ship's return to Bombay.

Our sojourn to the east worked out well. On leaving, there was a nice signal from C-in-C East to his Western counterpart, copy to us, saying that Trishul's deployment was very useful to the Eastern Naval Command and that the ship had performed well.

Nearing Bombay, we were asked to join ships of the Western Fleet for exercises which we did. On completion, the Fleet headed to Bombay and the ship's company excitedly looked forward to get back home to their families.

Not so soon! We were ordered by C-in-C West to detach from the fleet for SAR (Search and rescue) duties for some air exercises off Bombay. The delay would be 6-8 hours only but we were a bit perplexed why we were designated for this task which could have been assigned to any other ship of the fleet which had been away from Bombay for just a day!

Finally, the ship entered Bombay. My relief had also been appointed and after a few days, I handed over the ship after a 21 month personally satisfying command and looked forward to Singapore.

Tailpiece: In January 1986, two months after I had taken over as DA in Singapore, I was asked to accompany the Thai Naval Chief on a visit to India as there was no naval attache in Thailand. During a reception in Vishakhapatnam, C-in-C East drew me aside and told me that following his signal about Trishul's deployment with the Eastern Naval Command, he was surprised to get a telephone call from C-in-C West berating him for his laudatory signal and saying there was no need for it! 

That firmed up my decision to leave the Navy after my Singapore appointment.

P.S. I am still in touch with a number of my Trishul shipmates and it is a pleasure to meet them and talk of the old days. Further, it is most gratifying when during parties, officers who were attached to Trishul as Sub Lts for their watchkeeping certificates or Midshipmen time, come up to me and say they have happy memories of their stay on board.

P.P.S. With all the time, effort and money spent on modernisation, the ship lasted only seven more years after I left and was decommissioned on 31 August 1992.

 

SONGS LONG FORGOTTEN

Our Jaipur house has no name, only an innocuous number. I was thinking of possible names... Retreat, Abode, Niwas, Bhawan, Hideaway....

And then my thoughts took a different turn! Wasn't there a popular song way back in the 1950s titled "Hernando's Hideaway" which I used to love but had slipped away from memory till this chance recall? With its distinct tango beat and intriguing lyrics, it topped Binaca Hit Parade on Radio Ceylon for a number of weeks. The song was about a fictional dark, secluded nightclub where lovers could meet in secret without fear of meeting someone who could recognise them like "your Uncle Max and everyone you know."  

"Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

You're in... Hernando's Hideaway."

Having recalled a song forgotten for many, many years, I challenged myself to think of others languishing in far recesses of my mind. A joke reminded me of the second one. 

First, the joke. Four guys were having a drink in a pub. One said that women with brown eyes had a record of being unfaithful and he was thankful that his wife had blue eyes. Another said no worries, his wife was hazel-eyed. A third said yes from personal experience as he had divorced his brown-eyed wife for taking on a lover. The fourth appeared restless and uncomfortable and said, "Gosh, I don't even know the colour of my wife's eyes. I better go and check" and rushed home. The house was dark with the wife in a flimsy nightie snoring in bed. The man took out his phone, opened one eyelid of his wife's and flashed the torch in the eye. "By Jove, it's BROWN" A man wriggled out from under the bed muttering sheepishly, "How did you know I was here?"

The 1951 song, "Beautiful Brown Eyes" had a different message. It was from the perspective of a woman who had been deceived by a blue-eyed man and she vowed, "Beautiful beautiful brown eyes....I'll never love blue eyes again." Maybe it is a gender issue!

Elsewhere, I have written about the 78 rpm discs which Vinnie Mama brought on his first visit home after joining the Navy. I named "The Rich Maharaja of Magador " and "Irene Goodnight" but forgot another sweet oldie, "My Truly Truly Fair". Lovely words especially about work-

"Some men plow the open plains, some men sell the brine

But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time

She's my truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair, how I love my truly fair

There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her

Flowers for her golden hair."

Mexico is one country that has been on my bucket list for long but remains elusive. I have been attracted to it since my school days when I first saw scenes of it in western cowboy movies. Over time, one came to know of Mariachi music, Tequila, cuisine, dresses with exquisitely embroidered jackets and trousers, ponchos and the large hat, Sombrero. The last reminded me of the movie of the same name which again goes back to the early 1950s. It was about three loving couples caught in a feud between two Mexican villages and starred the legendary Mexican actor, Ricardo Montalban. His movie character falls in love with a girl played by the fresh, sweet and dainty Pier Angeli who I imagined I was in love with! The girl's name was Eufemia and that was a super hit song sung by Montalban in a delightful way stretching the name Eu-u-u-u-femia a number of times. A song I was captivated with but had totally forgotten till now!

How about a couple of Hindustani songs? Folks of my generation and thereabouts would remember the 1949 classic, "Mahal", which apart from its own success, launched Lata Mangeshkar's outstanding career with "Aayega Aanewala". But how many recall a poignant song sung by the hero Shankar's wife who knew her husband left her every night to pursue his love interest? The song by then famous Rajkumari, was "Ghabra ke jo hum" which could pierce the stoniest heart.

"Ghabra ke jo hum sar ko takrayen to acchha ho....

Is jeene mein sau dukh hain

Mar jayen to acchha ho".

(In deep depression, it would be good if one were to strike one's head hard

Living like this has a hundred sorrows

It would be better to be dead)

I was not very fond of ghazals in those days but an exception was "Ulfat Ki Nayi Manzil Ko Chala" which is now flashing in my memory. With lyrics conveying heartbreak and pain, it was brilliantly sung by Iqbal Bano in a 1955 Pakistani film "Qatil" and became a hit in India. A few lyrics-

"Ulfat ki nayi manzil ko chala, tu bahen dal ke bahon mein

Dil torne vale dekh ke chal, hum bhi to paren hain rahon mein....

Hum bhi hain vahi tum bhi ho vahi, yeh apni apni kismet hai

Tum khel rahe ho khushiyon se, hum doob gaye hain aahon mein."

(You are walking towards a new destination of love arm in arm with someone

Breaker of hearts watch where you go, I am also lying in your path....

I am the same, you too are the same, this is our respective fate

You are playing with joy and happiness, I am drowning in sorrowful sighs).

My memory exploration will not be complete without recalling a song from Fr. Mackessack's singing class at St. Xavier's in the '50s. So here goes a gem, "My Old Kentucky Home" where "the sun shines bright"-

"Weep no more my lady, oh, weep no more today

We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home 

For my old Kentucky home, far away".

The Jaipur home is never far away. In fact, I am writing this sitting there! And let us just call it "Jaipur Home".

Tailpiece: Akhila spilt some liquid soap in the bathroom and asked me to tread carefully. So:

"Babuji, dheere chalna... zara sambhalna."

Geeta Dutt, "Aar Paar" 1954.

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FUN PUN WORDS - FOR A LARK AND A LAUGH

Just came across some really punny jokes on the 'Baba Mail' site. Reminded me of the word game i used to play with Shumita some time back. We would choose a word and make sentences using words that rhymed. Here is an example.

Son of a gun was eating a bun having won a run for fun with pals out in the sun. Having done, he visited a nun to convey to God "thanks a ton" and went back home to read about Attila the Hun. No pun and intention of none.

Centuries before the likes of WhatsApp and Gen Z came up with 'btw' and 'lol', and Akhila's cousin stumped me one day with 'JSK' (Jai Shri Krishna), ships have had their own codes based on flags and pennants. Each letter of the alphabet and numeral is represented by its own distinct flag and every flag by itself has a meaning in the International Code of Flags. For example, flag G is hoisted by a ship requiring a pilot for entering and leaving harbour and H to indicate that the ship has a pilot on board. 

Additionally, navies have their own code books in which a combination of flags denotes an order or a message,  Flags may not be much in use now but the flag code is extensively used whatever the means of communication providing for brevity and speed. In my time in the Indian Navy, we used the Allied Naval Signal Book (ANSB) which was the Bible for signalmen in Commonwealth navies. So YM was a signal to 'act independently', YW to 'follow in my wake' and just M telling others ships to 'disregard my movements'. 

Presently, the Indian Navy has its own INSB. 

Numerals also have pennants and there are some special ones for naval use. Manoeuvres like 'Turn' and 'Corpen' are indicated by their own pennants as also 'Emergency' and 'Negat' which are self explanatory. And there is the 'Gin' pennant hoisted to celebrate a special event or someone's promotion and, as long as it remains hoisted, all are welcome on board for a drink without a formal invitation.

The code has other uses as well. It is customary for a newly appointed Commanding Officer to formally call on his boss. So he signals RTC which means 'request time convenient to call'. The boss replies with WDS, 'would be delighted to see you' followed by date and time. If the boss desires to see a junior, he signals ICU, 'I wish to see you' but if it is for a 'bottle', naval jargon for scolding, the signal is UCM, 'you see me' followed by date and time. 

A signal a junior longs to see is BZ or 'well done'. What is dreaded is Negat BZ! Many of these terms are ingrained in our blood and we continue to use them long after retirement. If we wish to invite someone over, it is RPC, 'request pleasure of your company'. The reply, VMT 'very many thanks' followed by WMP 'with much pleasure' for acceptance or MRU for 'much regret unable'.

Phonetic code used in voice communication has some fun words too. There are dance terms 'Foxtrot' for F and 'Tango' for T, the eternal lovers 'Romeo' and 'Juliet' for R and J, and Yankee, Zulu and Charlie topped up with Whiskey.

Let's end with a baker's dozen of corny jokes that started it all.

Why don't they play Poker in the jungles? Too many cheetahs.

How did the picture fetch up in the jungle? It was framed.

How do I impress a female baker? Bring her some flours.

How did the barber win the race? He knew a shortcut.

Why did the baby ant get confused? Because all his uncles were ants.

I sold my vacuum cleaner. All it was doing was collecting dust.

I just found out that I'm colour blind. That dawned on me completely out of the green.

Did you hear the story about the claustrophobic astronaut? He needed some space.

Two muffins were in the oven. One said,"It is hot in here''. The other said, "Wow! A talkin' muffin!"

Why can't a nose be 12 inches long? Because then it will be a foot.

How do you make a swiss roll? Push him down the mountain.

How can you make a Venetian blind? Poke him in the eyes.

Why did the golfer bring two pants? Just in case he got a hole-in-one!

Have a pun day!

THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF LOUIS ARMSTRONG

Louis Armstrong, or Satchmo or Satch or Pops to his fond listeners, would have been 125 years old this month. In the hearts and minds and ears of those who loved his songs, he still lives on larger than life. 

For five decades in mid-1900s, he enthralled listeners of jazz and pop music with his unique style of singing. His voice was gravelly or rasping in a pleasant way. In addition, he would go off tune and written lyrics to scat singing using words with no meaning such as doo-ba-da-boo-dah! All that with facial expressions engaging the listeners and making them feel inclusive. And then he would launch into playing his trumpet producing beautiful music.

He acted in a number of movies mainly as himself or as an orchestra leader which was good as, in the absence of TV those days, that way we got to see the colourful and charismatic way in which he sang and performed. A movie which I shall always remember is "High Society" which had a delightful and unforgettable number, "Now You Has Jazz",  by Satch and his real life friend, Bing Crosby,  The song starts with Bing introducing members of the Louis Armstrong Band each playing solo one by one, on to Satchmo who takes off on his trumpet and then, accompanied by the Band, both Bing and Satch sing with plenty of scat! 

Another famous movie and multiple Oscar winner including Best Musical Score was "Hello, Dolly" in which Pops (that's what Crosby always called him) played an orchestra leader. Its title song performed by Pops hit the top spot in a number of billboards the world over. The movie would be his second last.

Now for his songs. A hard task but I shall choose just a few of my favourites from hundreds he produced. To start with, a tune familiar to Hindi movie fans: "A Kiss to Build a Dream On". This 1951 hit of Pops was copied for an emotive song in "Parineeta" and sung as "Kaisi, Paheli Zindagani" by Sunidhi Chauhan for Vidya Balan. As we all know, it was hugely popular and the lilting tune sounded as good as, Akhila says better than, the original!

From my school days, I remember "Saints Go Marching In", a traditional American gospel song adapted by Pops which to many is the best known version. Then there was "Mack The Knife" which remained on top of Binaca Hit Parade on Radio Ceylon for a long time. The song based on a real life English highwayman tells the story of a deadly criminal Mackie Messer known as Mack The Knife in "The Threepenny Opera". A few lines will sum it up:-

"Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, and he shows them pearly white

Just a jack-knife has Macheath dear, and he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear, scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though wears Macheath, dear, so there's not a trace, mmm of red.

On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin', baby, lies a body oozin' life

Someone sneakin' 'round the corner, is the someone, Mack The Knife?"

Pops sang some classic French numbers as well. Two of his best were the nostalgic "La Vie En Rose" and the cheery, bouncy "C'est Si Bon."

Pops' favourite duet partner was Ella Fitzgerald and they recorded many albums. Two songs on top of my list are the folksy "Summertime" sung repeatedly, including as a lullaby, in George Gershwin's opera "Porgy and Bess", and the love song, also popular as a lullaby, "Dream a Little Dream of Me."

And now, the two best for me. No matter how many times I listen to them, these songs make me emotional and touch a soft chord in my heart. The first is "What a Wonderful World" which the composers Bob Thiele and George Weiss wrote specifically for Pops as they felt "inspired by Armstrong's ability to bring together people of different races." The song's popularity is worldwide and  it ranks among the 500 best songs of all time in "Rolling Stones" and CBS's 250 essential American songs of the past 250 years. Permit me to quote some lyrics though tough to choose-

"I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands saying, "How do you do?"

They're really saying, "I love you"...

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world, oh, yeah."

Finally, his swan song! The story behind the song is touching by itself.Ace composer, John Barry, who pioneered theme songs and music for the first eleven James Bond movies, composed the song "We Have All The Time In The World" which were the final words spoken by Bond while cradling in his arms the body of his newly wedded wife.The couple was excitedly on the way to their honeymoon when the villain pulled up alongside in his car and shot dead the wife in the 1969 movie, "On Her Majesty's Secret Service." Dazed and stunned, Bond uttered those words. Barry felt that only Pops with his gravelly voice could deliver the song with the intended irony. Pops was seriously ill and had not been recording for more than a year but Barry persuaded him to do so. Pops sang but could not play the trumpet, an essential part of the song. So that was done by another musician!

A real life irony though unintended was that Pops had not much time left in the world himself and passed away shortly after singing the song which turned out to be his last studio recording. The song is now regarded as one of the best love songs ever and a BBC survey in 2005 found it to be the third most popular song played at weddings. 

The song had a revival in the 2021 Bond movie, "No Time To Die" when parts of it were played many times during the movie and the full song played at the end with Bond dying and the credits rolling. Pops' singing, Barry's rich orchestral strings strumming and the brilliant trumpet bars had the audiences leaving the movie hall with eyes filled with tears in both the movies. 

"We have all the time in the world, time enough for life

To unfold all the precious things love has in store...

Every step of the way will find us

With the cares of the world far behind us

We have all the time in the world

Just for love, nothing more, nothing less

Only love."

A MUSICAL CALENDAR COMPOSED BY AN IDLE MIND

"An idle mind is an old man's playground" and my tweaking the proverb proves it. So in a vacant mood, instead of flashing daffodils upon my inward eye as Wordsworth would, I thought of songs with lyrics associated with months in a year.

There are a number of songs and nursery rhymes to make children learn the order in which months come in a calendar year and the number of days in the months. Most of us will recall "30 days hath September, April, June and November". Then there is the "Calendar Song" which relates months to seasons with marching ''through winter time, March, March, March, April showers bring May flowers, Summer's almost here, June, July, August! Soon we're back in school!';

Simon and Garfunkel run through April to September in "April, Come She Will". Arriving in April, "May, she will stay...June, she'll change her tune...July, she will fly...August, die she must...September, I'll remember, a love once new has grown old."

Boney M, known more for rhythm and beat than lyrics, have a "Calendar Song" that just repeats names of all months a few times. Neil Sadaka was far more imaginative when he sang what he would do for his "Calendar Girl" each month starting the year with January, declaring her his Valentine in February, marching down the aisle in March, making her his Easter Bunny in April and so on down to dressing up as Romeo and Juliet on Halloween in October, giving thanks for her on Thanksgiving in November and claiming her as his present 'neath his Christmas tree in December!

Now for some songs specific for a month; with a rider: the climate might not match the mood in everyone's part of the world!

Majority of songs written with a month as the background relate to the mood associated with that month. As Elton John sang in "January", "January is the month that cares/It brings us hope in the new year's prayers." The lyrics and Elton's soft singing signify peace and quietude after the hustle and bustle of the holiday season of the previous year and optimism for the new year.

Surprisingly for a month that has Valentine's Day, most February songs reflect a brooding mood. Despite only 28 days or at the most 29 every four years, Taylor Swift seems to feel the month is too long in "Fortnight" by singing "All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February"! And an American group sang, "Any day's better than February." I guess that comes from being tired of the severe, extended winter the end of which is not yet in sight.

Marching into March, the wintry mood continues. Van Morrison summed it up beautifully singing "March winds in February, all the way to April." And, of course, it is the month of "The Ides of March" with a number of songs lamenting betrayal and heartbreak.

At last we are in April and the end of winter. Spring is welcome with flowers in full bloom and a number of sweet songs to put us in a romantic mood. Pat Boone delighted us in the late '50s with "April Love". He sang, "April love is for the very young, every star's a wishing star that shines for you", and a word of caution, "But April love can slip right through your fingers, so if she's the one, don't let her run away."

Frank Sinatra and many others gave us "I'll Remember April", an emotional number which said, "I'll be content you loved me once in April, your lips were warm and love and spring were new."

For me the top of the pops is "April in Portugal" first sung in Portuguese in 1947. Les Baxter and his Orchestra scored a big hit with it in their instrumental version in 1953. It has then been sung by many great singers of those times led by Vic Damone, Eartha Kitt and Bing Crosby. A few lines:-

"I found my April dream in Portugal with you

When we discovered romance like I never knew

Then morning brought the rain

And now my dream is through

But still my heart says 'I love you'". 

May and I recall immediately Vinnie Mama's favourite on joining the Navy, "And in her hair, she wore a yellow ribbon, she wore it in the springtime and the merry month of May; hey, hey, and if you ask, oh why the heck she wore it, she wore it for a sailor who is far, far away!"

Summer is most welcome and eagerly awaited but Guenevere played by Julie Andrews in the Broadway musical "Camelot" seemed to have gone over the top with the song, "Lusty Month of May", Sample some lyrics-

"Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! 

That darling month when everyone throws self-control away!

It's time to do, a wretched thing or two

And try to make each precious day, one you'll always rue!

It's wild, it's gay! A blot in every way

The birds and bees, with all of their vast, amorous past

Gaze at the human race aghast

The lusty month of May!"

"June is bustin' out all over!" Nettie in the musical "Carousel" is ecstatic welcoming the full onset of summer. "You can feel it in your heart, you can see it on the ground, you can hear it in the trees, you can smell it in the breeze." Though in a sad song, Petula Clark pines for love which seems as distant as "The Thirty-first of June". But for Dean Martin, "It's June in January" because the singer is in love and there "always is spring in my heart with you in my arms."

July begins and with it comes the Fourth of July, American Independence Day, with celebrations and fireworks. Remember Mitzi Gaynor jumping with joy and dancing her heart away in "South Pacific" singing "I'm as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July, If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy."

Fourth of July is also Akhila's birthday!

Most July songs are about the 4th but Nancy Sinatra combined three months in "June, July and August" in an emotional and nostalgic number pleading for her love to return promising she would love him even more than she did the previous year.

On to August, last month of summer, signs of a quiet transition and not too many songs. What keeps coming to my mind is the old movie, "Teahouse of the August Moon" but that is not relevant here. So let's go to the song "August Winds" by Sting which is reflective of the nature of the month in the lines, "When August winds are turning, the fishing boats set out upon the sea....The winter follows soon, I watch them drawn into the night beneath the August Moon."

Come September and you said it! That was the name of the sweet, romantic movie of 1961 the cheery title song of which was equally popular. Otherwise in the month, mood of transition continues along with nostalgia which brings on September blues. Back in the '50s, Dinah Washington sang, "The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember in September in the rain, the sun went out just like a dying ember, that September in the rain."

Vacations start in summer and lovers may part with the promise to meet in September when the holidays end. "The Happenings" voiced their fear in "See You in September", "Have a good time but remember, there is a danger in the summer moon above, will I see you in September, or lose you to a summer love?" 

October and autumn fully kicks in. The song which comes to mind is the classic "Autumn Leaves", so beautifully sung by Nat King Cole. For specifically mentioning October, there is U2's "October", "October and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear." A Norwegian singer 'Girl in Red' confesses "We fell in love in October, that's why I love fall."

November marks entry into winter with mood swings between high and low. Songwise, pounding virtually in my ears is "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses which Ruchir used to play again and again at full volume in early '90s when we lived in Som Vihar, New Delhi, "So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way, 'cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain."

And so we come to the final month of the year. The severe cold is tempered by promises of the holiday season, yuletide spirit, nostalgia for the months passed and hope for a bright, happy new year. Looking for a song with December in the title, there is Taylor Swift's "Back to December" in which she deeply regrets having rejected her lover earlier but now, swallowing her pride, sings, "Wishin' I'd realised what I had when you were mine, I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind, I'd go back to December all the time."

But December is all about Christmas and New Year's Eve when we are all in a festive mood to celebrate and make merry regardless of religion. So let's go to its plethora of songs starting with Bing Crosby's "Silent Night" and "White Christmas", on to Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You", Andy Williams' "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year", and "Jingle Bells" sung by everyone! 

And to really get into an exuberant mood, there is nothing like the sweet, squirrelly sound of Alvin and the Chipmunks who sang "The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)", "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer", and "All I Want For Christmas (is my two front teeth....Then I could wish you, Merry Chris, Chris, Chris, a Happy New Year)."

PURANI YAADEIN-BHARI DILLI - A DELHI OVERFLOWING WITH OLD MEMORIES

Wenger's century brought back memories of visits to Connaught Place in the 1950s. My association with Delhi is even older.

The first story is one as narrated to me 'cause I was too little to remember. In 1940, my father had a job in Delhi and he, Mummy and baby me, all of two years, lived in Lachhu Singh Ka Katra in Chandni Chowk area. A large number of our small Suryadwaj Brahmin community used to reside in that locality named after our ancestor Lachhu Singh since ancient times. One morning when all were busy, I found the front door open and, possessed by a wandering spirit, strolled out of the house. Shortly, my absence was noted and there was panic at home. Relatives were asked to fan out in all directions and finally, one saw me being carried by a Sardarji. "Hey, that's our Baby", said the relative. I readily went into his arms and Sardarji was convinced I was in known hands. Sardarji said he had picked me up just as a tram was approaching. What if....we won't go there. I am here to tell the tale and many more!

The earliest visit to Delhi I personally recall was in 1948 with Pitaji and Mataji. The latter's younger sister lived in Lachhu Singh Ka Katra and we came to spend some time with her and her family. The high point of that trip was watching the historic Cricket Test Match at Feroz Shah Kotla ground which was not only the first of the series against West Indies but the first in India after independence. West Indies (WI) had a strong batting team with George Headley known as the Black Bradman, and two Ws, Everton Weekes and Clyde Walcott. (The third W, Frank Worrell, was yet to make his debut!). Headley failed but WI ran up a huge score of 631 with centuries by Walcott, Gomez, Weekes and Christiani. Though India failed to save the follow-on which was then at 150 run lead, they made a decent reply of 454 led by the Army officer, Hemu Adhikari, who scored an unbeaten century, and useful contributions from KC Ibrahim, Rusi Modi and Lala Amarnath. The four contributed in the second innings as well with Adhikari again remaining not out and India played for a draw with 220 for 6. 

Incidentally, I came to know Major Hemu Adhikari when he was an instructor in the National Defence Academy and I was a cadet 1955-58. 

From 1948 to 1955, Delhi was a frequent haunt starting with the first Republic Day Parade on 26 January 1950. There was a small enclosure for kids and I was seated in it. Fond of comics, I had brought one with me and was reading it in the gaps between the marching of contingents. The next day there was a piece in the Hindustan Times saying a kid was more interested in the exploits of Captain Marvel than in the Parade. There was no identification but I am certain the reporter meant me as the item mentioned one kid. I was certainly guilty and didn't see anyone else with a comic. 

In 1953, my School, St. Xavier's, Jaipur, brought our class to Delhi for the Indian Railway Centenary Exhibition. It was indeed fun for me for two specific reasons. Firstly, there was an Entertainment Park with many attractions including a mini train on which I took many rides. Then Coca Cola made its debut in India and I drank about 25 bottles a day at four annas (25 Paise) apiece every day during my stay.

On return to Jaipur, my class teacher, Reverend Father Pinto, asked me to write a piece about the Exhibition for the School magazine. With great enthusiasm, I penned an article extensively covering the Entertainment Park and my love for Coca Cola. I got a real dressing down from Fr. Pinto who wondered if I had even seen the main Exhibition at all. My piece was rejected!

That was the period when I discovered Connaught Place, Wenger's, Marques and co., et al.

1955 saw two important visits to Delhi. The first was in early-January to appear for the UPSC exam for entry into the NDA. Though selected in the written exam as well as Services Selection Board interview,  till mid-July I had not received any intimation, so I came to Delhi for admission to St. Stephen's for BA(Hons) in Economics. The Principal accepted my application and asked me to pay the fee immediately as the academic session had already commenced. I requested for half an hour's time and ran to a public phone booth to try and contact Masarji, Deputy Military Secretary in Army HQ, to check on the NDA status. Miraculously, I got through not once but twice and was told in the second call that my call papers had been sent to Jaipur. Goodbye St. Stephen's, Economics and perhaps Foreign Service, hello NDA and the Navy!

Pitaji, on retiring as Judge, Rajasthan High Court in 1961, was offered a job in the Central Government Finance Ministry and allotted house no.1, Teenmurti Lane, sharing the boundary wall with Prime Minister, Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru. That is where I met Akhila aka Binno, then a gangly 14-year old, for the first time, when I was on leave in Delhi. She and her family were also in Delhi from Bijnor and Mummy invited them over obviously with future in mind!

Vinnie Mama was posted in NHQ and staying with Pitaji and Mataji as well. The third Cricket test between India and England took place at Feroz Shah 13-18 December and both of us went to see it. In the first innings, India scored 466 with Jaisimha and Manjrekar recording centuries. At the end of the third day, England were 256 for 3 with Barrington on an unbeaten century and Ted Dexter, the England Captain, on 45 not out. 16 December was a break day on which it started raining. It thinned to a mild drizzle overnight and we went to the ground on 17th hoping that play would resume. As we were walking to our seats, we saw a guy with some people gathered around him. We asked him what was happening and he replied, "You know what Dexter said, 'I AM NOT GOING TO PLAY ON THIS GROUND'" apparently imitating Dexter's aristocratic demeanour and accent as if he had heard Dexter first-hand. That became a joke between Vinnie Mama and me and whenever we met, one of us would say, "You know what Dexter said...."

In June 1965, I was picked up by Admiral Chatterji, Commandant National Defence College, as his Flag Lt and moved in with my grandparents. The 1965 India-Pakistan war broke out in September and the authorities dug trenches in the large front lawn of our house. We used to sleep on the lawn and on a couple of occasions when air raid sirens sounded,  I forced my reluctant old grandparents to wake up and climb down into the trenches!

Pitaji's tenure came to an end in December while my cousin Manjula's wedding was scheduled for early-January 1966. Pitaji had to hand over his house but as a staff of NDC, I was entitled to accommodation in Raksha Bhavan on Man Singh Marg. As the NDC was on a break between the old and the new courses, I, a bachelor, got a large 3-bedroom flat allotted and shifted in with my grandparents and pet dog, Lucky. After attending Manjula's wedding, my grandparents left for Jaipur and the flat was obviously too big for me. Shift to a Mess seemed inevitable.

Then I got an idea. The rear of NDC has a big lawn surrounded by wings on either side with a number of rooms which were lying vacant. Lunch is part of the daily routine so the College has a kitchen and catering staff. A residential suite already existed for guest speakers if they wished to stay in the premises. Why not convert some more rooms into residential suites and shift in one of them?

I sought approval of the new Commandant, Air Marshal Rajaram, and he readily agreed. So Lucky and I moved into the new premises and for the rest of the year till my transfer back to the Navy, we were Lords of the magnificent mansion.

Here I must pay a heartfelt tribute to the two Commandants of NDC that I had the privilege and good fortune to serve under, Admiral Chatterji and Air Marshal Rajaram. They were outstanding leaders and exceptionally brilliant officers.

Visits to Delhi in the next five years were few and far between confined to some leave and temporary duty. Whenever I came, Vijji Malhotra, posted in NHQ, and his wife Rita insisted I stay with them in their Defence Colony house. An additional attraction was Vijji's music system comprising of an Akai tape deck and booming hi-fi speakers on which I would pound out Carlos Santana's "Evil Ways" at full volume again and again.

February 1972 and I came to Jaipur on a well-deserved break after the war. Mummy had been invited by her close friend Savitriji to the wedding of her niece, Bharti, with Yogesh Deveshwar in Delhi on 17 February. Mummy suggested we go to Delhi to attend the wedding and I readily agreed. Little did I know what Mummy had in mind. Unknown to me and Akhila, Mummy had conspired with Akhila's father to quietly come to the wedding and take it from there. Well, I saw Akhila, now no more gangly but tall, pretty and graceful, and the rest is history!

These 'yaadein' are more than 50 years old. Afterwards, I had two postings in NHQ and a civilian job after retirement which led to finally settling down in Delhi over 36 years ago, so there is so much more. I'll call that new and relive with just the old for now.

That our daughter, Shumita, is married to Bhartiji and Yogiji's son, Gaurav, is another story!

ON BOARD INSV SUDARSHINI IN NEW YORK

Old and tired of long flights, Akhila and I had no plans to go to the USA this year. Then Shumita decided to go to NYC with her boys in their summer vacation and asked us to come too. At first, we declined but they along with Ruchir kept persuading us and finally we had to surrender! And so we flew from Delhi to NYC via Rome end-May planning our return after 4th of July which is Akhila's birthday. 

We have been aware since 1974 that 4 July is USA's Independence Day. That year I was doing my Staff  College course and we had as our neighbours a Major Mehle, US Army, his wife and three petite daughters. They invited us to a party on 4 July and that is how we came to know the importance of the day to Americans. We were all delighted that on that day, we were going to have a double celebration.

What we didn't know was that this year was the 250th anniversary of American independence. We learnt that only on arrival in New York as also that the celebrations were going to be on a big scale. Going through the long list of events slated for about a month, what caught my eye was the "Sail 4th 250" schedule which included an International Naval Review and a Parade of Sail. It occurred to me that Indian Navy might be sending a ship. I got in touch with my friends in NHQ who confirmed that INSV (Indian Navy Sailing Vessel) Sudarshini was on its way to New York to take part in the celebrations and gave me contact details of Cdr Ravikanth, Commanding Officer of the vessel.

Cdr Ravikanth messaged me to say that they were going to be in New York 04-08 July berthed at Brooklyn Pier 1 and invited us to visit the ship. So on 5th afternoon, after the ship had finished her official commitment of participation in the Review and Parade of Sail, Akhila, Ruchir and I went on board for a memorable visit being the first time we were visiting a vessel of this kind and that too in foreign shores!

A smart cadet took us on a round of the vessel. Sudarshini is a sail training ship built by Goa Shipyard for our Navy and commissioned on 27 January 2012. She is a three-masted barque with the mainmast 113 feet high thus earning the right to be called a 'tall ship.' With a length of 54 metres (177 feet), she is fitted with 20 sails supplemented by two engines for sailing in unfavourable wind conditions. She has a crew of 5 officers and 31 sailors and can remain at sea for over 20 days at a time. Her prime purpose is to train naval and coast guard cadets in sailing, seamanship and navigation as also retracing routes used by ancient mariners reliving maritime history and legacy. 

Sudarshini has been a great ambassador for Indian Navy right from the word go. In her very first year, she visited 13 ports in 9 ASEAN countries and embarked foreign cadets from the latter. Till 2025, she had covered 140000 nautical miles equivalent of 260000 kms. This year, she departed Cochin (I still love the old name for Kochi) on 20 January for Lokayan 26, a 10-month long transoceanic sail expedition across 18 ports and 13 countries covering 22000 nautical miles. Before arriving in the USA, she had taken part in the French tall ship marine festival of Escale a Sete 2026.

Apart from New York, the ship participated in Sail 250 events in Norfolk, Baltimore and Boston in the USA. She was among 60 tall ships from 26 countries that took part in the festivities. As I write this, I learn that the ship has started on its return journey to India by first heading to Ponta Delgado, Azores, Portugal.

In 1986, as the Defence Adviser in Singapore, it was my pleasure and privilege to host Trishna, the first Indian sail boat to circumnavigate the oceans. 40 years later, it was with a sense of pride and much delight that I stepped on board a ‘tall’ Indian Naval sail ship in foreign waters halfway across the world from India.

May fair winds always be with Sudarshini.