Monday, August 30, 2021

A SAILOR LESS QUALIFIED

 


The other day I chanced upon a well-made documentary on the Indian Naval Academy, Ezhimala. It showed in detail the training the naval cadets are imparted and the tests they have to clear before graduating from the Academy. It suddenly dawned on me that if my instructors had insisted on my clearing all those tests, I would never have made a naval officer.


To start with, swimming. I have disclosed in an earlier post that I can’t swim, period! Passing a swimming test was compulsory even in the National Defence Academy, Kharakvasla, where I did my cadet training. To recount briefly, here is what happened. One day while learning to dive, I developed a severe headache. The headache reappeared in all its ferocity the next time I went into the pool. Bravely, I went to the pool again after a few days when the swimming instructor looked at his sheet and informed me that the records showed I had already passed the test. A fast, happy retreat to my cabin never to attempt to swim again! How and when a tick appeared against my name is a mystery that will never be solved.


Fortunately, in my 30 years in the Navy, I never needed to swim. There was one occasion, though, when I fell from a boat into the sea off the Andaman Islands. Providentially, there was another boat secured to our ship right next to where I fell and as soon as I came up for the first time, I saw the boat and climbed into it, safe and sound!


Was I ever scared that I could not swim? No, I had faith in my ships and never ever thought that the ship would sink and I would need to swim to save myself.


Next, sailing. The term here refers to a sailboat with no engine. Sailing is compulsory in the Naval Academy but in our NDA days, it was not so and it was treated more as a hobby. Aware of my inability to swim, I was hesitant to sail as these small boats are notorious for capsizing. Of course, we had to learn the theory of sailing and in that field I was quite proficient as I could tell the difference between a mainsail and a spinnaker. I was au fait with sailing terms too and knew a bit about port and starboard tacks, being ‘in irons’ and running free!


Thirdly, knots. Cadets have to learn to tie a whole lot of knots - reef knot, sheepshank, clove hitch, this hitch, that hitch! My main hitch was that I could not tie a knot; all I could do with a rope in my hands would be to get all knotted up. My knot tying skill is limited to tying an elementary one in my pajamas and shoelaces. If they ever get knotty, I need help! As an important part of our marriage customs, just before the ‘pheras’, a ‘bua’ or a sister ties a thread called ‘kangana’ on the wrists of the bride and the groom. Once the ceremony is complete, the groom is supposed to unknot the bride’s kangana and vice versa. Well, I could not unknot my wife’s and quietly pleaded with her to do it herself. Nobody saw us so the legality of the marriage was never questioned.


Back to our cadet days and, yes, there was a practical test for knots. How did I pass the test? My memory is not very clear on this and I can only guess a few possibilities. Perhaps I was next to an adept knotter who would quickly tie the desired knot on his rope, surreptitiously exchange ropes with me and tie the knot again on the new rope. The examiner either didn’t notice or decided to take a benevolent view and ignore it. Or maybe the theory and practical marks of Seamanship were combined and I obtained pass marks overall.


One other disqualification. Not having a girl in every port.


Saturday, August 21, 2021

THE ALLURE OF SPAIN

 


Right from my young days, I was fascinated by two countries, Italy and Spain, and had always desired to visit them. The Navy was kind to find some work for me in Italy which I visited thrice on official work. I had enough time to visit various places in the country so much so that in 2004, I took Akhila on an extensive tour to Italy with no aid from a tour operator or a guide. Spain remained.


Why was Spain so alluring to me? To start with, Spanish beauty. Ravishing Spanish women have been the subject of many songs and operas. Popular songs include the adorable ‘Lady of Spain’ and blue ’Spanish Eyes’. Bizet’s Carmen’ is a well-known opera about a captivating Spanish gypsy girl. Then there is the music of Spain which I find enormously appealing. Tune in to Ravel’s pulsating ‘Bolero’ or Rimsky-Korsakov’s lively ‘Capriccio Espagnol’ based on Spanish folk songs and you would be tempted to see the land to which the music belongs. (Curiously, all the composers of these works are not from Spain; Bizet and Ravel were French and Rimsky-Korsakov, a Russian!) There is also the exciting ‘Corrida’ music which brings the bullring to you. Ernest Hemingway’s books ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ and ‘The Sun Also Rises’ with their bullfighting stories had also evoked my interest in that sport supported by the movie ‘Blood And Sand’ with the handsome, swashbuckling Tyrone Power as the matador and the voluptuous and seductive ‘Lady Goddess’ Rita Hayworth as his love interest. Both actors were Americans but they played their Spanish roles to perfection. In fact, Rita Hayworth’s father was originally Spanish hailing from a small town near Seville and Rita’s real name was Margarita Carmen Cansino!


So in 2010, Akhila and I decided to visit Spain on our way back from New York where we had gone to spend the summer with Ruchir. We reckoned that to see the country properly, we should stay in three places. Barcelona was an automatic choice given its connectivity, popularity and modern architecture. As a beach resort, Mallorca was chosen thanks to the song ‘Majorca, Isle of Love’. We decided that the third city had to be one from the south. Two contenders came to mind: Granada backed by Mario Lanza’s song and Seville prompted by Rossini’s ‘Barber of Seville’ and Bizet’s ‘Carmen’ the characters of which are based in Seville. Finally, the two operas beat one song and Seville it was.


Ruchir’s knowledgeable assistant, Paul Weiner, was a great help with his advice on selection of hotels and we landed in Barcelona on 3rd August. Our hotel was overlooking the waterfront with a beautiful view of the coastline, La Costa Brava. We were also within walking distance from Barcelona’s most famous street, Las Ramblas, with its shops, street artists, cafes and the colourful Mercat de la Boqueria, a large public fresh market. Nearby was the Museo Picasso with more than 3000 of the artist’s works.


Barcelona is the home of Catalan architecture and its landmark building is La Sagrada Familia, a church designed by perhaps the most famous architect of Spain, Antoni Gaudi, the greatest exponent of the movement known as Modernisme, a combination of Gothic and Art Nouveau designs. The foundation of La Sagrada was laid in 1882 and Gaudi took over the project in 1883. Though Gaudi died in 1926, the cathedral is a work in progress in accordance with his design and after many delays, the latest being the Covid pandemic, is expected to be fully completed in 2032, a full 150 years in the making! When fully finished, it will have 18 towers more than 100 metres high. We took the elevator to the top of one of the steeples to view the vast expanse of Barcelona, the sea and the surroundings. We had to climb down the narrow 300 steps which was a tough task.


Driving through the city, we saw more of Gaudi’s designs which stand out for their uniqueness.


Another landmark of the city is Camp Nou, home of the famous football club, F.C. Barcelona. The stadium is the largest in Spain and can seat nearly 1 lakh spectators. Football is so revered in Spain that visiting Camp Nou is considered akin to visiting a temple. So that had to be done and we could feel Lionel Messi’s aura around the Stadium!


After 4 days of Barcelona, we flew down to Mallorca. I have already described our activities in the island resort in detail in a preceding post. We had an exquisite hotel set in its own cove to stay in, visited many historic sites and walked through the old town with its quaint shops and cafes. The island is breathtakingly picturesque and a feast for the senses. Inadvertently, we also landed up on a nude beach and embarrassingly hurried away from it! 


We took the flight to Seville, or Sevilla as the Spanish call it, on the 9th where we were booked in a nice hotel near the river, Rio Guadalquivir, guarded by a watchtower at our end of the bridge, Puente de San Telmo. We were also close to the former Jewish quarter called Barrio de Santa Cruz with its maze of narrow streets and cafes. We visited the lavishly decorated Cathedral of Seville and the adjoining tower, La Giralda, of 12th century vintage which was once a minaret of the main mosque of Seville and in its time, the tallest building in the world! It’s a hard climb to the top but once one gets there, the view of the whole of Seville is spectacular.


Other landmarks visited were Alcazar built in the 10th century as a Muslim fortress. It is home to beautiful gardens as is another dedicated garden site, Jardines de Murillo. We loved Plaza de Espana with its fountains among buildings in ceramic tiles set in a semicircular design.


The highlight was a visit to Seville’s famous bullring, Plaza de Toros de la Real Maestranza. There were no bullfights scheduled when we were in Seville, so we were saved from the Hobson’s choice of seeing or not seeing the gory spectacle of the blood sport. A visit to where it all takes place was adequate for our experience. The bullring has a museum displaying an array of splendid costumes of matadors embroidered with gold and silver threads, capes, lances, banderillas, picadillos and swords. There were many paintings including those of Joaquim Costillares, the 18th century matador from Seville, who founded the modern style of bullfighting with cape movements and maneuvres. Just being in the bullring was an experience of a lifetime.


No trip to Spain can be complete without witnessing the Flamenco and we attended an unforgettable performance feasting our eyes and ears on the Spanish guitar, the singing and the dancing with the dancer in her shining white, flowing dress starting with slow movements and accelerating gently till the frenzy of movements, palmas (handclaps) and loud tapping of feet led to the finale.


We frequented many cafes and were delighted that there was a good variety of vegetarian tapas available. We gorged on them frequently and I indulged in an occasional Spanish Omelet. Besides, the coffee was super.


After covering Seville quite extensively, we found we had a day to spare and decided to go to Cordoba, former capital of Islamic Spain and located up river on the banks of the same Rio Guadalquivir. A fast train got us there in half an hour and we headed for the main attraction, La Mezquita, which was built as a mosque in the 8th century. In 1236, its central part was converted into a church and now both the mosque and the church exist under one roof, a remarkable feature perhaps without a parallel. The architecture is exquisite consisting of a number of two-tier arches painted with red and white stripes and resting on columns resembling palm trees.


We also visited a fortress, Alcazar de los Reyes Cristianos, and Juderia, a Jewish quarter similar to but much smaller than the one in Seville, with its own set of narrow lanes many with blind alleys. The lanes were lined with cute houses with pretty and colourful flowers on the patios.


We could do all this by lunch so we decided to go to Madrid which so far had not been on our itinerary. Another fast train and we were there in an hour and 45 minutes. We reckoned that the best way to see Madrid in the time available would be by taking a Ho-Ho (Hop on-Hop off bus) which took us all around Madrid and allowed us to drop off and see what we fancied. So we covered this city of vast plazas and lush green parks and saw Patacio Real, the official residence of the then King Juan Carlos, Catedral de la Almudena built in the 19th century, Monumento a Miguel de Cervantez with a stone statue of the famous author and bronze statues of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, and the busy Plaza Mayor with a statue of Felipe III on horseback and cafes all-round. We also found time to visit Museo Nacional del Prado to view paintings of Goya and Velazquez.


A two and a half hour late evening fast train ride brought us back to Seville. The next day we bade adios to Spain flying back to Delhi with a day’s break in London where we visited Greenwich and stood astride the 0* Meridian with one foot in the East and one in the West!


Only regret, we missed ‘Lisbon Antigua’ perhaps because it was not ‘April in Portugal’!


Looking back, my defining moment in Spain was standing in the bullring in Seville, closing my eyes, imagining the bugles announcing the beginning of a bullfight, trumpets blaring, drums beating, castanets clicking, the band striking the fiery ‘Espana Cani’, the matador in his splendid costume waiting in the centre of the ring, the bull entering and charging for the matador who waves the blood red cape and deftly sidesteps and pirouettes so that the bull passes harmlessly by and the crowd led by the matador’s senorita roars a huge ‘Ole’.




Sunday, August 15, 2021

FADING MEMORIES OF AUGUST 1947

 


I was all of 8 years in Bharatpur when August 1947 arrived. The atmosphere was one of excitement and joy as 15 August approached. There was also an air of uncertainty and anxiety at home- Pitaji and Mataji were wondering what the future held for them? What would happen to Pitaji’s job as a Judge in Bharatpur High Court? What would happen to the state of Bharatpur and its Maharaja?


There was tension too because of the communal riots. Although we were far from the border, there was some violence in Bharatpur which had a sizeable population of a Muslim sect known as Meo (Mev). I remember that on one afternoon when I was walking back alone from School, I saw a group of men with spears coming in my direction. I had heard that Hindus identified people by the ‘chutiya’ (pigtail) and I didn’t have one. So I quickly hid behind some bushes while they passed by. After they disappeared, I wondered whether that was the correct thing to do- if they had discovered me, would they have taken this as a sign of guilt? I had no proof of my identity!


One day, a few Army tanks passed by our house. That was the first time I saw a tank and the track marks were visible on the road for a long time to come. The tanks probably had a dual role; firstly to quell the riots and secondly, to warn the Maharaja of any wild thought he might have indulged of his own independence!


A few friends of mine from Punjab have recounted their ghastly experiences of witnessing the killing of their close relatives and details of their bold and dangerous escapes from what became Pakistan. Those accounts are chilling and make one’s hairs stand even now.


15 August came and we lost ourselves in celebrations. Pandit Nehru’s famous ‘Tryst With Destiny’ was played on the radio again and again and was splashed on all newspapers. It was truly an emotional and inspired speech.


Happy Independence Day!


Saturday, August 7, 2021

MALLORCA, ISLE OF LOVE


'Just off the coast of Spain, there lies a lovers’ lane,

And it’s known as Majorca, isle of love’.


So went a hit song of 1955.


In 2010, when Akhila and I were planning a trip to Spain, the song flashed in my mind and I immediately thought of including Mallorca (as it is more commonly spelt) in our itinerary. Some people suggested that as a beach resort, Ibiza was more hep but following my dictum of visiting places which I was familiar with through songs I had heard, I stuck with Mallorca. Another song to be fulfilled!


That was 11 years ago and almost forgotten when we happened to see the movie ‘The Last Letter From Your Lover’ on Netflix the other night. I loved the movie which is so like the romantic movies of the 1950s-60s. In fact, the main story is set in the ‘60s and is reminiscent of ‘An Affair To Remember’. An emotional movie I would recommend to all who enjoy plain, simple romantic stuff. I only wish the movie had a theme song like ‘An Affair To Remember’ or ‘Lara’s Theme’.


But why Mallorca? Strangely, the large part of the movie story that is set in the French Riviera is for some reason shot in Mallorca! And that brought back memories of our lovely trip.


We stayed in an exquisite hotel set in its own cove. The island is full of coves and beaches and one just has to step out and be overwhelmed by the scenic beauty. There are, of course, historical spots to visit and among them is Santa Maria Cathedral overlooking the Bay of Palma. In line with the common Spanish trait of having Christian and Muslim monuments together, next to the Cathedral stands Almudaina, a Moorish-style Arab fortress now converted to a royal residence. Then there is Bellver Castle, a 14th century medieval structure with its unique circular design. An old watchtower is located on top of a hill on the seaside and it is worth the climb to take in miles and miles of spectacular scenery all around.


A walk through the old town is a must with its quaint cafes, art galleries including one of Salvador Dali, boutique hotels and designer shops. Beaches are plenty with one right next to the city itself.


We saw many hoardings of Mallorca’s favourite son, the Tennis star Rafael Nadal. At that time he had won 5 French Opens and 3 other grand slams. Today, with 13 French Opens and 20 grand slams overall, his image must be plastered all over Mallorca!


While driving to our hotel, we saw a small house with a signboard saying Gandhi Restaurant advertising Indian food. We stopped to inquire and found it belonged to a Punjabi from Ludhiana who prepared food on order. We asked him to make some Kala Chana, Dal, Gobhi Aloo and Nan and came back in the evening to have dinner in a homely environment.


Our hotel had its own beach but we wanted to go to a bigger one. The concierge told us there was a public one just 10 minutes bus ride in the direction away from the town. We went there and saw a big crowd of bathers. We walked along the beach hoping to find a spot with less people. Suddenly we found we had walked into a nude beach where people were frolicking in the altogether. We have never felt so embarrassed as then for being well-dressed. We beat a hasty retreat and took the bus back to the hotel to wash and purify our eyes!


It was a fun trip!