Kailash Kumar Kohli is no more. The prayer meeting for him was aptly named "Adieu Admiral" and his photo was projected on the screen with the caption "An Officer and a Gentleman". That he was and more, a Perfect Naval Officer and a True Friend.
Belonging to different courses and squadrons in the NDA, we didn't really know each other till golf brought us together. An early memory I have is of our playing in the Navy Golf Tournament late in the 1960s at the Bombay Presidency Golf Club, Chembur. My ball went into a bunker and I failed to get it out in two attempts. Frustrated, I looked up and saw Kailash watching me with an amused look on his face. That upset me more and I said, "Oh, you are keeping my score, are you? OK, start counting." And then I proceeded to strike my club in the sand about 20 times before Kailash pulled me out of the bunker. Often when we met, he would remind me of the incident and we would have a good laugh.
From those days, drawing on his initials, I always greeted him with the remark, "K Cube, 'vah khoob'"!
Our first posting together was in Cochin in early '70s, he in the Naval Academy (NAVAC) and I in Signal School. In October '71, I was suddenly transferred as Fleet Communications Officer to the still to be formed Eastern Fleet. As I had to catch a train late in the afternoon, Kailash and Cdr Ravi Sawhney, OiC NAVAC, invited me for pre-lunch drinks, and according to Kailash, got me thoroughly sozzled on beer and stuffed me in my compartment.
Next, in 1977, I was given command of Katchall and Kailash was the Fleet Operations Officer. Rear Admiral 'Mickey' Roy was the Fleet Commander and as he often flew his flag on my ship, Kailash and I got to spend a lot of time together. My outstanding memory of those days is of an unplanned sailing. Late into one night after Katchall's commissioning anniversary party, Kailash and I were enjoying a drink in my cabin when he received a call from Admiral Roy that there was an urgent requirement for a ship to sail to rescue a tug the engine of which had failed. Due to incorrect berthing, the duty ship could not be sailed and Kailash asked me if I would undertake the task. I said yes and we hurriedly gathered a skeleton crew and sailed in the early hours of the morning with Kailash also on board. Fortunately, we found the tug without much ado and towed it safely back to harbour.
Sometime back, I wrote about this incident and others in a piece, "Commanding Katchall" on my blog and asked Kailash if he had read it. His answer as I just traced on my What'sApp, "I have read it not once but three times over, so that I could relish each one of the moments over and over again! Wonderful reading, wonderful memories."
In March '78, Kailash and I were transferred to Wellington as Directing Staff in the Defence Services Staff College. That is when the wives and children got to know each other and spent most free evenings together. Kailash and I played a lot of golf and were an unbeatable pair in tournaments. The Commandant, Major General Mohinder Singh, a keen golfer himself, was fond of both of us and appointed Kailash as Editor of the DSSC magazine, "The Owl", and me, Golf Captain of Wellington Gymkhana Club, two appointments that were generally the property of the Army.
Working as Directing Staff together, I got a chance to observe Kailash closely and realised that he was a thorough professional. He would not take anything for granted and would examine everything minutely aiming for perfection.
In March 1980, I was transferred to Delhi. Admiral Pereira was the Chief of the Naval Staff and as I knew him well having been his FCO when he was the Eastern Fleet Commander, I sought time convenient to call on him. Immediately, I got an invite for Akhila and me to have a drink with him and Mrs. Pereira that very evening. When we met, the Admiral said he was looking for a new Naval Assistant (NA) as the present one, Premvir Das, was proceeding to USA to the Naval War College (NWC). The Personnel Branch had forwarded Kailash's name and the Admiral asked me if I knew him. I told the Admiral that I knew him very well and that he would make an excellent NA. As we all know, Kailash did take over as NA and did a fine job.
In the next 2-3 years, Kailash did me two good turns. While I was Director Naval Signals, my staff and I felt that the senior officers in the three commands of the Navy should have a clear understanding of what we were doing to improve communications and electronic warfare in the Navy. So we drafted a Top Secret document with instructions that it should be circulated between the Command Headquarters only by hand of an officer and then returned to us. While the letter was in circulation, I was transferred to Bombay and having briefed my successor in Delhi, forgot all about it. More than a year later, I was summoned to Delhi to face a Board of Inquiry (BOI) looking into the loss of the document. Apparently, the Joint Director under me had connived to apportion the entire blame of the loss on me and the Deputy Chief of the Naval Staff (DCNS), no friend of mine, appointed a BOI headed by Kailash who had just returned from the USA after the NWC Course. Despite pressure from the DCNS, Kailash absolved me completely of any blame. But the DCNS was not done and sent me a letter of severe displeasure, for what, he didn't say!
Then Kailash came to Bombay to command the new ship Ganga. I was still commanding Trishul and had been told that my next appointment was as Defence Adviser, Singapore. One afternoonsee , Kailash came to me and said that while he was waiting in the Staff Officer's office to see the C-in-C (the erstwhile DCNS), he overheard a conversation between the latter and the CNS that I was too senior for the post and someone else should go to Singapore. Thanking Kailash for this vital information, I got in touch with a well-wisher in NHQ and my appointment letter was out soon after.
Out of context here, but I must mention that three years later, under almost the same dispensation, I was relieved by an officer of the same seniority as mine!
Back from Singapore, I left the Navy while Kailash was competently going up the ladder. He became a Vice Admiral and lost out on the top job only because he was way down in the seniority roster.
Meanwhile, we were out of touch for a while before both settled down in Delhi post retirement. Belonging to different clubs, we played golf together now and then and met at home often for a drink or meal. Kailash was born on 31 December, new year's eve, and we attended many birthday parties at his place in Golf Links. On one of them. he took the mike and sang Frank Sinatra songs, notably "My Way", beautifully. I knew Kailash was fond of Indian classical music as we had attended many concerts together, but this was the first time I learnt that he was fond of English music as well. Following up, I realised that his knowledge was extensive and he often provided relevant inputs for my blogs on music.
Fittingly, "My Way" was played at the end of "Adieu Admiral."
Sometime back, Kailash developed an interest in Western classical music and often rang me up to suggest what he should listen to. So I took him from light classicals like Capriccios to heavy symphonies like Dvorak's "New World" or concertos like Rachmaninov's Second Piano.
On one of my pieces on my blog, I wrote about "Moon River" from "Breakfast At Tiffany's". Immediately after reading it, Kailash rang up to say he was very fond of the song and when his daughters Rachna and Arati had come of age, he presented them air tickets to the US with the line from the song, "Two drifters, off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see." In July this year, I mentioned the song again in my piece "My Walk On Songs Through Central Park, New York" and got a sweet message from Kailash thanking me for 'evoking lovely memories'.
In the summer of 2022, we visited Miami after Ruchir acquired an apartment there. I spoke to Kailash and we were delighted to learn that they were going to be in Miami too visiting Arati, son-in-law Ravi (we share the same name!) Batta and their daughters. We got together twice, once for lunch at Ruchir's place and then Arati and Ravi called us to their lovely, luxurious home and took all of us out for lunch at their golf club. This year, while firming up our plans to go to Miami, I tried to persuade Kailash and Kumud to come too but they said no as Kailash was having balancing problems and didn't want to take a chance of a fall. We missed them in Miami.
When Akhila and I returned from the US in August, Kailash had fallen ill and was in and out of hospital. On 13 October, Kumud rang up to say he was home. I sent him a message that we would like to come over and see him. He personally replied saying he was weak and we should wait. I wrote back to say he should pick up strength and tell us when to come.
The very next morning, we were stunned by a call from Manju Nehra that he was no more.
And so, sadly and reluctantly, "Adieu Admiral". Rest in peace, my dear friend.