Monday, September 23, 2024

A SUMMER SOJOURN by BILL SHAKESPEARE SUB JR.

It all began in Switzerland

With Zurich and its hinterland

The hilltop park of Lindenhof

And Altstedt, the ancient land.


Sparkling white swans in Limmat River

Spectacular Rhine Falls bring on a quiver

Cable car ride up Klein Titlis summit

Reflections in the glacier cave mirror.


Legendary castle in Vaduz, Liechtenstein

Fairyland village of Stein am Rhein

Gorging on Lindt and Laderach  

Wish I could somehow make them mine!


Flight to Miami, Ruchir’s pad on the beach

White sands, sea waves, all within reach

Watching sunsets, full moon, double rainbows and all

Dining by the seaside enjoying desserts with peach.


Visiting Wynwood, a worthy repeat

But a first to Trump’s Mar-a-Lago retreat

The town of Wellington known for its horses

And houses with hangars, that's hard to beat.


Central Park and the music walk,

Love Story, Moon River, songs that rock

Alice in Wonderland, Ugly Duckling,

Did I really hear Andersen talk?


Sunday morning with a gorgeous brunch

Hudson River with swans in a bunch

Sailing in a yacht across New York harbour

Topping it off with wine and lunch.


Carnegie Hall concert a dream come true

Visiting Long Island, something new

Dinner at Bungalow, best Indian restaurant

Too soon it was time to bid US adieu.







 


Wednesday, September 18, 2024

A VETERANS LUNCH - NONAGENARIANS, ME AND YOUNGER ONES

The Delhi Navy Foundation hosted a lunch a few days ago welcoming the Chief of the Naval Staff, Admiral Dinesh K Tripathi, Mrs Tripathi and a few other senior officers recently appointed to the Naval Headquarters. Apart from the welcome, the key feature was honouring nonagenarian veterans, 14 invited, 11 attended.

Navy Foundation get-togethers are fun as they transport one back in time evoking sweet memories of one's younger days. You meet shipmates young and old you haven't met for ages and recall incidents you shared together. I don't remember when I last met Brahma Swarup but we had no difficulty harking back to the time he was Cadet BS Wal and I was his Divisional Officer in 'Juliet' Squadron way back in 1964-65. 

Ashok Dewan and I recalled that special midnight watch on 20/21 July 1969 on board Trishul when we were at sea off Madras. I was the Officer of the Watch and he was my assistant working for his watchkeeping ticket. I had got the Voice of America radio commentary of Apollo 11 Space Voyage put on the Bridge intercom and we were thrilled when Neil Armstrong stepped on the Moon and spoke those memorable words, "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

CP Sharma was my Communications Officer when I was commanding Katchall in 1977-78, Mohan, my Electrical Officer and Acharya, Secretary to Flag Officer Commanding Western Fleet (FOCWF), when I was CO Trishul. We all had plenty to talk about the good, old days working up to present times.

With Sushil Ramsay, the very efficient President of Delhi Navy Foundation, my association goes beyond him. Our mothers were educators together in Beawar, Rajasthan, and his mother came over to visit Mummy when I was there during my summer vacation in 1957.from NDA. Sushil was just 10 and he did not come. May I bask in the assumption, perhaps false, that his mother liked the cadet she met so much that she became favourably inclined to the idea of her son joining the Navy!

In more recent past, Sushil's charming wife, Shirley, and I interacted frequently when she was Editor Quarterdeck.

A lady I was pleasantly surprised to meet was Nisha, wife of late Loveji Mehta. She was visiting her daughter in Gurgaon and was invited to the lunch. That again took me back to my DO days of '64-'65 in the NDA when Loveji, very fond of Western Classical music, used to invite bachelors Subodh Gupta and me to his house and we used to listen to discs sitting on his lawn while Nisha rustled up a Dhanshak lunch. 

On to the nonagenarians. First one miss; Cmde JS Virk and I were shipmates on Trishul in 1969 when he was the Supply Officer and I, Signals Communication Officer. We got along splendidly. After retirement, when I was settling in Delhi and looking for a house, Cmde Virk took me to his flat in 'D' Block Vasant Kunj and was very keen I buy one there. I almost did but finally went for Greenview Apartments, Sector 15A, NOIDA. It was a pity he couldn't come to the lunch as I would have loved to see him.

Being of a vintage close to the nonagenarians, I knew most of them either directly or through my two uncles in the Navy. Cmde KM Kumar and Vinnie Mama (Cmde VK Sharma) did Long 'G' together in Whale Island, Portsmouth, UK, and Vinnie Mama used to tell a story about him. On reaching UK, some of them went shopping for toiletries. Then Lt Kumar was very keen to buy a 'jeebhi' but didn't know how to say it in English. He tried to explain his requirement through physical action which drove the British salesman mad. Finally, Rajapan Bhalla, the seniormost officer, told Kumar to let go and just use the toothbrush for scraping his tongue. 

Shashi Mama (Cdr PK Sharma) and Vice Admiral Heathwood Johnson became good friends when they served together in Cochin, aided by the fact that they shared a UP background. Later, in 1987, Admiral Johnson, then (FOCWF) flying his flag on Udaygiri commanded by Captain Tony Sahney, who was also present at the lunch, visited Manila which was my turf as the Defence Advisor in Singapore accredited to Philippines. Sushil Ramsay was there too as the Admiral's Secretary. The Admiral expressed was very keen to see a popular faith healer on the outskirts of Manila. So off we went to this person's house and passed a long queue of people waiting to be treated by him. In the house we saw scenes the likes of which I had never seen nor, I suppose, will ever see again. A patient apparently with a stomach ailment was called in and told to lie down on a makeshift operating table. The healer proceeded to do something with his bare hands and we saw the patient's guts open up with blood oozing out from his innards. Something was then plucked out from the stomach and thrown after which the tummy was sealed up again with bare hands and the patient told to get up and go. The healer then moved to a patient on a chair and did something similar with his eye. We were witness to the eye being plucked out, treated, put back in place and the patient dismissed. Believe me, all this was done with bare hands and no instruments right in front of us without a squeak from the patients. The faith healer then came and chatted with us for a while before returning to the long line of patients.  

On my return from Singapore in 1988, I was appointed as Officer on Special Duty to the Flag Officer Commanding-in-Chief Western Naval Command, Vice Admiral Tony Jain. I put in my papers seeking premature retirement and he tried to dissuade me but my mind was made up. He invited me to a farewell dinner and that was that. It was only after 2004 when Ruchir went to New York that I really got to know Admiral Jain. We got in touch as he used to come to US to visit his younger daughter who is married to Ajit Jain, the right-hand man of Warren Buffet, the billionaire head of Berkshire Hathaway, a top multinational conglomerate holding company. In 2015, Akhila and I were in New York and were invited by Admiral Jain for 4th of July US Independence Day celebrations at Ajit's beach house on the outskirts of New York. It was a lavish dinner which included many prominent people and the party ended with a display of brilliant fireworks. 4 July is also Akhila's birthday and Tony Jain frequently teases me by saying that he had outdone me by holding such a huge function for my wife's birthday!

Cdr KK Gulati and I were together in Cochin in 1970-71 when he was Secretary to Flag Officer Commanding Southern Naval Area, Rear Admiral Vasu Kamath, and I was Chief Instructor, Signal School. I will forever be indebted to him for his intervention when the Officer-in-Charge Signal School penned a grossly unfair confidential report against me. Cdr Gulati was instrumental in warning me of the OiC's action and getting the Admiral to overwrite the report.

Rear Admiral Ramendra Sharma and I have been the best of friends since 1960 and thereby hangs a tale. Ramen was a young Lieutenant in B&D School, Cochin, when I was living in the South Wardroom during my Sub Lt's courses. One afternoon, a sailor came and told me that Lt Sharma wanted to see me. I wondered why as I did not know him at all. On meeting him, he handed me a telegram from my grandfather that he and grandma were visiting Cochin shortly. Ramen was initially foxed but then correctly guessed that the postman had handed the telegram to the wrong R Sharma and sought me out. And that started a lifelong friendship buttressed by the fact that we have more things in common than just our initials.

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

AN ITALIAN WINS US OPEN SINGLES TENNIS TITLE AND I AM DELIGHTED

Jannik Sinner, an Italian with an unusual name particularly for someone from a country home to the Pope, has won the US Open Single's title. 

Surprised? One could be as Italians have not known to be world champions at Tennis but are passionate about Football. In 1976, on my first visit to Rome, Italy, my hosts asked me what I would like to do over the weekend. I had read in the papers that an Italian league match was scheduled between Roma and Lazio, so seizing on the opportunity, I said I would love to go and watch that game. My hosts were reluctant as apparently violence often broke out between the two fierce rivals, Roma who considered themselves urban and sophisticated, and Lazio, the regional team sneered at by Romans as lowly rustics. However, sensing my keenness, they took me to the game. 

The packed stadium was divided into two distinct sections of Roma and Lazio supporters. Our seats were chosen in a small neutral corner strategically placed for a quick exit. Throughout the match the crowd was boisterous, the two supporting groups trying to out cheer the other. Fortunately, the match ended peacefully in a goalless draw and my hosts heaved a huge sigh of relief as we made our way cautiously out of the stadium.

More than surprised, I was delighted with an Italian win. I have been fond of Italy right from my childhood days. From the time I started listening to Western music, I was enchanted by the Neapolitan songs sung by the likes of Enrico Caruso, Luciano Pavarotti and presently, blind Andrea Bocelli. "Santa Lucia", "O Sole Mio" and "Torna E Surriento" are timeless classics in an exclusive niche of their own. In more modern times, Jimmy Fontana's "Il Mondo", Emilio Pericoli's "Al Di La" and Umberto Tozzi's "Gloria"  have been unmatched in their appeal to touch one's heart.

And Italian women! The first to catch my attention was the vivacious Anna Magnani referred to as "La Lupa" ot "perennial toast of Rome" who was the first Italian to win the Best Actress Oscar award in 1955. Then came Silvana Magnano dancing her way into our hearts with "Anna", the catchy theme song of "Bitter Rice". Bewitching Sophia Loren was perhaps the most famous of all and won Oscars and Golden Globes but on the lighter side, who can forget her delightful duo with Peter Sellers "Goodness Gracious Me" with the 'boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom' line.

I round off the list of women with the ravishing Gina Lollobrigida specially remembering her role with Rock Hudson in "Come September". On the men's side, Marcello Mastroianni is my exclusive favourite not the least because many friends, maybe just to lift my spirits, have said I resembled him!

But it's true that during my trips to Italy, many locals said I could pass as one of them. Brainwashed with all that, I have lured myself into believing I was an Italian in my previous life and always root for Italy in crucial matches. My joy knew no bounds when they won the 1982 World Cup led by the magical Paolo Rossi shortly after my visit to Genoa and Rome that summer.

No wonder then that I was delighted with an Italian victory. Italy did have some outstanding players early on though few and far between. Nicola Pietrangeli won the French title in 1959 and '60 and was world number 3 in those days. Then in 1976, Adriano Panatta won the French Open becoming the first Italian to win a grand slam title in the Open era. The highest rank he reached was No. 4 in '76. 

Italy had to wait 48 years for another grand slam winner when Sinner won the Australian Open. Shortly after, he became the first Italian to reach No. 1 world ranking though he was just 22. And now he is the US Open champion.

At the post match on-court interview after winning the US Open, he was asked, "You came into this tournament saying I am not sure I have very high expectations. For someone with low expectations....how did you get this done over two weeks?" His reply in the usual Italian lisping way, "I did pretty well I guess!"