A SEA VIEW

Repeating my piece published in Times of India on 30 November 2010. May interest you .

26 November will mark two years since terrorists struck the Taj in Mumbai and tried to decimate the hotel. They failed to break the spirit of the Taj and whatever damage they caused has been repaired and the hotel functions smoothly again. As an old seadog, I have my own memories of the hotel.

In the years before the old Bombay shoreline got cluttered up with ungainly skyscrapers, naval officers were familiar with the Taj as a navigational landmark whether they visited the hotel or not. The Taj Dome was a prominent spot on the naval chart (map) and was frequently used for taking a bearing to fix the position of the ship, checking the compass error by using it as a transit with another landmark such as the Rajabhai Clocktower, or for making a run-in for anchoring the ship. 

The Taj though is within walking distance from the Naval Dockyard and that makes it very accessible to naval personnel. The Sea Lounge was a frequent haunt from where one could look back at one’s own ship and at ships coming in and out of the harbour.

On one occasion we had a cocktail party on board which went on late into the night. Three of us, Jayanto Roychowdhry, Tally-ho Talwar and I decided to go out and eat at the Sea Lounge. We ordered Swedish Open Sandwiches and the waiter brought a big tray with a large assortment of them. We all had one each and were hesitating to have more when Roy Chow averred we could eat as many as we liked and would only be charged for one much like a buffet. So we had three to four each and when the bill came we were stupefied to see that we had been charged for each and every piece! As only Tally-ho was carrying his wallet, he had to shell out the cash for which he curses us to this day!

When one wanted to impress a girlfriend, there was the Blow-Up, India’s first real discotheque. The music and the psychedelic lights were mind-blowing. With songs like the Rolling Stones’ “I can’t get no satisfaction”, the night would be most satisfactorily spent.

Very late at night with all its restaurants closed, the Taj provided a reference point for the Bade Miyan stall which was located just behind the hotel building. Fresh, succulent kababs could be had there till the early hours of the morning at very affordable prices. The Navy was introduced to it by 'Pedro' Khanna, a roly-poly bachelor who frequented the place often. Bade Miyan became so popular that he would be called on board to cater for parties. I believe his son is following in his father's footsteps.

I am now only an occasional visitor to Mumbai. When I do, I hope the Sea Lounge will serve Swedish Open Sandwiches and this time I will happily pay for more than one! 

REMEMBERING ADMIRAL CHATTERJI

 

Today, 22 November, is Admiral A.K.Chatterji's birth anniversary. Time to remember this extraordinary naval officer. 

I had written two pieces on him which were included in the book "The Admiral Who Shed His Vice". The title was based on his promotion from Vice Admiral to an Admiral. Here, I have combined my two pieces in one for those who may not have seen them and may be interested to read about him and my association with him.

In May 1965, I was cooling my heels in a cushy job as a Divisional Officer at 'J' Squadron, NDA Kharakvasla, looking after 100-odd cadets. Out of the blue, one fine morning I was summoned to the Battalion Commander’s office and told to catch the first available train to New Delhi for an interview for the appointment of Flag Lt to the Commandant, National Defence College (NDC). At that time, I did not even know what NDC stood for and who its Commandant was!

On arrival at the NDC, I met the incumbent Flag Lt who eyed me commiseratingly and hastened to add that he had played no part in disturbing me out of my peaceful stay in Kharakvasla and that the Commandant, Vice Admiral AK Chatterji had picked my name out of the short list forwarded by the NHQ. With that, I was ushered into the Admiral’s office and that was the first time I saw him.

Without any preamble, the Admiral shot the question, ‘will you take up the job as my Flag Lt?’ I was stunned by the suddenness of it all particularly as I did not know I had an option! Nobody before or thereafter, ever gave me a choice and all my appointments were by an NHQ letter directing me to such-and-such appointment DTBR, which all knowledgable naval personnel know stands for ‘date to be reported’ on assuming the appointment. A ‘yessir’ shot out of my mouth and I was told to go back to NDA, pick up my belongings and return to Delhi pronto.

As it turned out, that ‘yessir’ was the smartest reply I ever uttered for it gave me the opportunity to be close to, observe and learn from perhaps the most intelligent, professional and affable person I have known. It would be presumptuous on my part to list his numerous attributes and achievements. Very briefly though, he was the architect of the modern Indian Navy and a lot of credit for the Navy’s success in the 1971 war should be attributed to him as the acquisition of the missile boats was his brainchild with the project aptly named ‘AK' boats after his initials. Also, the acquisition of submarines and the concept of two fleets each with an aircraft carrier were proposed by him in a ten year plan paper as early as 1947 when at the age of 32, he was Director of Naval Plans in the NHQ. Although approved by the government of the day, the plans remained largely in limbo till fittingly, Admiral Chatterji took over as Chief of the Naval Staff (CNS) in 1966 and began the process of implementing them..

Among his other accomplishments, he was the first Indian Captain of the cruiser Delhi at the age of 35. His handling of that large ship was legendary. He was the first full Admiral in the Indian Navy and after a 4-year term, retired at the age of 55. Today the retiring age of the CNS is 62 and not all are able to complete their 3-year term!

A big benefit of being his Flag Lt was that it gave me an opportunity to be close to his wonderful family. My engagement took place in Delhi and immediately thereafter, Akhila and I proceeded to his house to seek his and Mrs. Chatterji’s blessings. Both of them had always been extremely kind and loving and Mrs. Chatterji continued to shower us with her affection and gifts even after the Admiral had passed away. His elder daughter Bula (Purobi) and her husband Deb Mukharji I have known from the time of their engagement while I was at the NDC. The wedding took place soon after and I never fail to remind them that I was responsible for organizing the ceremony! The younger daughter Tuktuk (Probhati) and her husband Shantanu Mukherjee, who was with Air India, were together with us in Singapore when I was posted in the High Commission as the Defence Adviser and their son Mohit and our children studied together at the United World College. So a short appointment of a year as Flag Lt laid the foundation of a lifelong relationship which Akhila and I strongly cherish.

In a lighter vein, I must recount an unforgettable incident. I was told on taking over my appointment that the Admiral had a very short temper. Somehow, I was lucky never to have been in the firing line while at the NDC. But the fear lurked and I missed incurring his wrath a year later by a hair’s breadth or should I say, by a few rail level crossings!

The Admiral had become the CNS and Avinash Bhatia was his Flag Lt. I learnt that they were proceeding to Kanpur for some official function which coincided with my friend and coursemate, Premvir Das’s wedding. I asked Avinash if I could hitch a ride in the IAF aircraft and he got the Admiral’s OK.

On arrival at Kanpur airport, Army personnel met us, quickly escorted us to a couple of staff cars and spirited us away to far-off Kamala Retreat where arrangements were made for our stay. En route, we encountered a number of level crossings most of which were open so that we made the road journey quite fast. On reaching the Retreat, Admiral and Mrs. Chatterji were taken to their suite and Avinash and I to ours. We then asked the Liaison Officer about our baggage whereupon he retorted, “What baggage?” In all the hurry and flurry, the baggage had been completely forgotten and so was the Admiral’s steward! Frantic efforts were made to contact the airport but given Kanpur’s telecommunications of those days, the efforts were unsuccessful. Meanwhile, the Admiral kept ringing us up to inquire about the baggage and we kept putting him off by reminding him of the level crossings. But we could sense that the Admiral’s fuse was getting shorter by the minute! 

Finally, we got through to the airport and were told that the aircraft had flown back to Delhi and the ATC had no knowledge of any baggage or the missing steward! The earth shook under our feet and Avinash and I started contemplating a career out of the Navy. There was nothing left to do except make a clean breast of it to the Admiral.

Just then, a 3-tonner arrived with the very harassed Admiral’s steward. Fortunately, the worthy had offloaded the baggage from the plane, contacted the Army and requisitioned a vehicle to get to us!

The Admiral was not told of the near disaster, the level crossings were blamed for the delay and the rest of the stay proceeded smoothly. We not only kept our jobs but lasted in the Navy till long after the incident. The Steward was told that he would go far if he kept his mouth shut which he did!

The Admiral was a simple and honest person who endeared himself to all. He would drive to the NDC and back in his personal car eschewing the use of staff car. On tours, gifts such as a bottle of scotch would be shared with the team of officers accompanying him.

Incredibly, our government never conferred any award on him!

DORIS MARY ANNE KAPELHOFF or simply DORIS DAY

Thoughts come and go but some linger. Presently, my mind is on Doris Day and so I decided to revisit her songs.

First, a little about her life. Of German heritage whose grandparents migrated to the US, Doris Day was named Doris Mary Anne Kapelhoff at birth. She wanted to be a dancer but a car accident injured her right leg badly and she decided to switch to singing. She took lessons and her inspiration was Ella Fitzgerald. Soon, her tremendous potential was recognized and she was hired as a professional singer. Her employer, Barney Rapp, felt her name was too long and after her rendition of the song “Day After Day”, shortened her name to Doris Day. Her first hit was “Sentimental Journey” in 1945 after which she went from strength to strength and was considered a singer as good as Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby. From 1949 to 1958, she was No. 1 female vocalist on the US Billboard winning Oscars for Best Original Song for “Secret Love” in the movie “Calamity Jane” in ’54 and and “Que Sera Sera” in ’57.

In the ‘60s, she earned fame as a top actress and made many films with Rock Hudson such as “Pillow Talk” for which she won an Oscar nomination for Best Actress, “Lover Come Back” and “Send Me No Flowers”. Rock Hudson was her lifelong friend but they never married perhaps because, as we surprisingly learnt only after his death, he was gay. In later life, she became an animal welfare activist and lived to the age of 97. She passed away on 13 May 2019, coincidentally 2 1/2 years to the day!

Her married life was not happy and she had four unsuccessful marriages. Fortunately, that does not seem to have affected her singing which was sweet, soft and hopeful though touchingly emotional and romantic.

Reflecting her positive outlook, her songs were not about heartbreaks. But she sang about being careful in giving her heart only to someone who would promise to give all his love in return. “If I Give My Heart To You” has the following lines-

‘If I give my heart to you, will you handle it with care,

Will you always treat me tenderly and in every way be fair,

If I give my heart to you, will you give me all your love,

When you promise all these things to me,

Then I will give my heart to you.’

Love did have her in a spin. In “Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered”, she sang-

‘I’m wild again, beguiled again, a simpering, whimpering child again,

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I….

Lost my heart but what of it….

I”ll sing to him, each Spring to him,

And long for the day when I cling to him,

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I.’

And then “You Do Something To Me”-

‘Something that simply mystifies me,

Tell me, why should it be, 

You have the power to hypnotize me,

For you do something to me,

That nobody else could do.’

In “Secret Love”, she wished to keep her love within her heart but her lover ‘became impatient to be free’-

‘So I told a friendly star, the way that dreamers often do,

Just how wonderful you are, and why I’m so in love with you….

At last my heart’s an open door,

And my secret love’s no secret any more’.

Just by telling it to a star!

One of the most romantic songs I have ever heard is her “Beautiful Music To Love By”. Switch on the video in which she features with Rock Hudson and waltz the night away with your loved one. In this song, she again goes for a heady spin:

‘There goes the room, round and round like a spinning top,

And my heart’s going dizzy, but don’t let it stop,

Oh, your lips are so thrilling to cling to.

I don’t care, if it’s right or it’s wrong,

This is beautiful music to love by.

Hold me tight, kiss me sweet, love me long.’

In keeping with her optimistic nature, she did a number of light numbers. One of them is “Guy Is A guy”-

‘I walked down the street like a good girl should,

He followed me down the street like I knew he would….

He asked me for a good night kiss,

I said it’s still good day,

I would have told him more instead,

His lips got in my way….

So I walked down the aisle like a good girl should,

He followed me down the aisle like I knew he would,

Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be….’

Then there is “Enjoy Yourself” where she exhorts us to do that before it’s too late-

‘Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think,

Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink,

The years go by, as quickly as a wink, 

Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.’

Her laissez faire attitude stood out in the number which promptly won everyone’s heart. It was “Que Sera Sera” which she sings while putting her son to bed in the Alfred Hitchcock movie “The Man Who Knew Too Much”. I am sure many mothers still sing it to their children and the lyrics are known to most us. But I loved it when Vinnie Mama used to sing his Hindi translation-

‘Jab mein ek chhoti ladki thi, maine Amma se poocha mera kya hoga,

Kya mein khubsurat banoogi, amir banoogi, Amma ne yeh bola,

Que sera sera, jo hona hai so hoga,

Aage ki kuchh pata nahin hai,

Jo hoga so hoga, Que sera sera.’

To end, let’s go back to her first hit, “Sentimental journey”-

‘Gonna take a sentimental journey….

To renew old memories, 

Gonna take a sentimental journey,

Sentimental journey home.’

And I am headed for Jaipur!

P.S. I don’t follow present day pop music much. But by chance, I discovered someone who appealed to me as a modern Doris Day. She is the Belgian dinger Dana Winner. Her “One Moment In Time” is brilliant-

‘Give me one moment in time, when I’m racing with destiny,

Then in that one moment of time,

I will feel, I will feel eternity’.

There is more where that comes from!