Tuesday, June 24, 2025

MY VI VISIT TO ITALY - PART I

The belief is that while in Rome, the eternal city, if one throws a coin in Trevi Fountain, it shall ensure a return to the city. Remember "Three Coins in the Fountain", the 1954 movie with its vastly popular theme song sung by The Four Aces?

On my first three visits to Rome, I threw a coin each time and returned for a fourth time. I threw a coin on that trip too but haven't been back to Rome. Akhila and I, while on a holiday in Monaco, did make a day trip to Sanremo on the Italian Riviera in 2018 so could that be attributed to the coin since we did visit Italy? There was, of course, no coin throwing on that trip so we should have been through with the country.

Not so. This summer, we had to get away from Delhi. Jaipur was a no-no with our house undergoing renovation. Various options were discussed and we finally settled on a two-week sojourn to North Italy, a region I had not seen. Ruchir took up the planning and said he would join us for a week. We asked Gaurav to come with family but he said he couldn't get away though Shumita and the boys could join us. So plans were made for 1-15 June.

The trip took off with an Air India flight from Delhi to Milan on 1 June. After a 45 minute drive from Milan airport, by midnight we were at our hotel, Villa d'Este, located in a town called Cernobbio on the banks of Lake Como. Ruchir had already got there earlier.

We spent the next six days exploring the area extensively beginning with our hotel itself. The main building is surrounded by parks sprawling over 25 acres. The property has its origins dating back to 1578 when it was developed as a residence for a Cardinal. It was converted into a hotel in 1873. A book about the hotel had an interesting line: "George Washington did not sleep here but Alfred Hitchcock did!" Elizabeth Taylor's love affair with Richard Burton blossomed here with Liz, according to the famous director, Mike Nichols (The Graduate), attempting to hide her identity by wearing a large hat all the time.

For me, the most fascinating part of the hotel was the magnificent "Mosaic Garden" also known as the Nymphaeum. The lush green lawn adorned with multiple-coloured flowers, some of them gigantic, leads to a small pool after which a few steps take one to a dozen marble structures representative of Italian Renaissance art. The path is decorated with colourful pebbles and a 50-metre climb leads to the statue of Ercole (Hercules) below old fort ruins and a tall bell tower which is a typically common feature of the area.

Another unique feature was the floating swimming pool which was brilliantly lit at night.

Lake Como is a huge lake, the third largest but deepest in Italy, covering an area of 147 sq. kms. It is shaped like an inverted Y with the three arms meeting at the town of Bellagio. The lake is said to be the oldest holiday retreat dating back to Roman times. A boat ride is a must and with gusty winds, there is a swell which, with the vastness of the lake, makes one feel as if one is at sea. Our first boat ride was a round trip for one hour and the lake seemed endless. We sailed feasting our eyes on romantic villas and luscious green waterfront promenades. The boat Coxswain proudly pointed out world-famous hotels with exquisite names as we passed them by. There was Villa Passalacqua, the 24 suites of which have centuries old original frescoes and ceiling carvings, a 200-year old greenhouse and floral parasols. This is a new hotel which started functioning in 2022, was voted as Europe's Best Hotel in 2023 and World's Best Hotel in 2024. Another hotel belonging to the same owners is the famous Grand Hotel Tremezzo located just opposite Bellagio which is home to Grand Hotel Villa Serbelloni located right on the waterfront.  

Apart from hotels, the Coxswain pointed out houses belonging to celebrities like George Clooney and Gianni Versace. And then there were villas where popular films like 'Casino Royale' and 'Star Wars' and TV serials like 'Succession' and 'Made in Heaven' were shot. 

There is a marriage venue too where our own Deepika Padukone/Ranveer exchanged wedding vows.

We had a meal in most of these hotels which boast of Michelin star chefs. Being vegetarians, we provided them with a different challenge which they took on quite sportingly! 

We made two land trips, the first to the nearby city of Como on the southwest end of the lake centred on Piazza Cavour with a big lakeside promenade. After roaming around and visiting the famous Cathedral of Santa Maria Maggiore, we followed our lunch with delicious gelato at a gelataria highly recommended by our driver.

The second trip was across the border to the Swiss city of Lugano by the side of the lake of the same name. We went up a hill to Restaurant Montalbano for lunch and savoured a beautiful panoramic view of the lake and the picturesque valley.

I had invited our friends we made last year in Zurich, Natasha and Adrian, to come and have a meal with us. Very sportingly they obliged and came all the way and we had dinner at restaurant Veranda at our hotel. There was a three-man combo playing soft music and I remembered Natasha telling me that their son had studied with the grandson of Domenico Modugno who originally sang "Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu" which was made popular in English by Dean Martin as "Volare". We requested the Combo to play it which they promptly did. Another request was made for "Buona Sera" and the band obliged again.

On Saturday night after dinner, we walked into the hotel bar with a young two-person band, a boy and a girl, singing popular songs. Here my request was for "Gloria" and "La Bamba" which were duly played much to the delight of all with many taking to the dance floor.

Sunday morning and our Lake Como visit came to an end. At noon, Ruchir went off to Zurich to catch his flight to New York and we took a car to Florence for the second part of our holiday.The week would transform into an unforgettable dream.






Monday, May 19, 2025

LALIT "TIGER" TALWAR AND ME - A TIMELINE

January 1956. I begin my second term in NDA transferred from 'Fox' to the newly-formed 'King' squadron.  Fresh 15th course cadets arrive and two of them impress me as they have a certain air about them: Vijay Malhotra and Lalit Talwar. They are both naval cadets with consecutive academy numbers of 2420 and 2421 respectively, and since they are in the same division as me, we have cabins on the same floor. Over my five remaining terms, I keep bumping into them though we have little to do with each other being from different courses. But that lays the foundation of a lifelong friendship with both.

December 1963-May 1965. I am posted in NDA as a Divisional Officer and so is Lalit Talwar. Both are bachelors and stay in the Officer's Mess with cabins near each other on the same floor. We now meet almost every day and spend a lot of time together in the evenings along with other naval bachelors like Subodh "Guppy" Gupta, Mel Charles Kendall and Sudhir "Ike" Isaacs. Guppy and Lalit take up golf and insist that I join them. After some resistance holding that golf is an old man's game, I cave in and join them but not before a few lessons from the Russian blue-blooded Dimitri Jouravlov, NDA golf coach, who is well-known for his remark that water is the best drink in life but as he can't afford the best, we can give him the second best, Rum.

Somewhere down the line, we start calling Lalit, "Tiger". I suspect it was because of his prowess at golf that the nickname got associated with a champion golfer as borne out years later by Eldrick Tont Woods appropriating the nickname for himself. For some reason, maybe wayward golf and kiddish temperament, Tiger and Guppy call me "Child". Tiger continued to address me as such all through his life.

Apart from golf, I discover another passion of Tiger's- Indian classical music. From Ravi Shankar to Ali Akbar Khan and Bismillah Khan, he has a big library of tapes which he makes me listen to whenever I visit his cabin. I too become a fan of this class of music and Tiger gladly transfers his collection on to my tapes. 

Mid-end1965. I am transferred to New Delhi as Flag Lt to Admiral Chatterji, Commandant, National Defence College. Tiger is selected for the new Submarine branch and comes to Delhi to learn Russian while standing by to go to the USSR. Both of us apply to join the Delhi Golf Club, become permanent members within a month and start playing there.

One Saturday evening, I invite Tiger to have drinks and dinner with me at the NDC where I stay. We sit outside on the huge lawn and after just 2 whiskies, Tiger says he is feeling groggy and leaves without dinner. We have a game planned the next morning and when I go to pick him up from Kotah House, he is still in bed. He says he has a massive hangover and won't be playing. I go back to my cabin and while putting away the bottles taken out the previous evening, discover that a gin bottle, which was more than half full, is empty. It then dawns upon me that Tiger was mixing gin instead of water with his whisky and hence the hangover!

We attend many classical music performances. I vividly recall a jugalbandi with Ravi Shankar and Ali Akbar Khan accompanied by the tabla wizard Allah Rakha.

Tiger gets engaged to Rashmi and both families decide that he is too handsome to be left alone in the hands of Russian girls. So Rashmi and Tiger are married before Tiger goes abroad. 

1966-1990. We operate in different spheres with Tiger leaving the Navy in 1980 and settling in Noida while I am at Navy's call shuttling between different cities. 

1990-2020. I settle down in Delhi after taking retirement from the Navy and meet Tiger off and on and we play some rounds of golf at the DGC. I am playing regularly at the Army GC and I invite Tiger to join me there. For some reason, the Army course is Tiger's Achilles heel, so he doesnt't come as often as I would like him to.

Summer 2005, after visiting Ruchir in New York, Akhila and I are returning to India and are at Heathrow changing flights. Suddenly I hear someone shouting 'Ravi'. I turn around and am pleasantly surprised to see Tiger. He tells me he is on his way to US after a stay in London. He has one daughter in UK and one in USA so it is convenient for him to break journey in London both ways rather than take long connecting flights.

2020-2024. Thanks to the lockdown, we keep in touch on WhatsApp. The first message I have from him is a forward of a youtube recording of Ustad Shujaat Khan playing Sitar and singing the ghazal 'Zindagi Se Badi Saza Hi Nahin' at Jashn-e-Rekhta. Tiger's forwarding message says, "Enjoy, my favourite artist." There are regular exchanges of music including a sufi qawwali with a dervish dance. And, of course, "Dama Dam Mast Qalandar"! Tiger also says he enjoys my blog and often sends appreciative comments which boost my morale.

14 October 2024. We meet at Kailash Kohli's last rites. This would turn out to be the last time I would see him in person.

03 January 2025. I am on a visit to the NDA and go to our old Squadron 'King' now 'Charlie'. There is an album with old photographs and I find some of Tiger's on joining the NDA in 1956. I send these to him. I also send some of the NDA golf course where it all started. He mentions Jouravlov in his response and I tell him that the course is now appropriately named after our old friend.

24 January-14 May 2025. Tiger undergoes a complex liver surgery. He is in and out of hospital. His daughters create a site on WhatsApp on which they keep his friends apprised of his condition.

15 May 2025. We get a message that Tiger is no more.

So rest in peace, my friend. Thanks for the happy times we spent together and many, many thanks for introducing me to golf and Indian classical music.

If there is a golf course in Heaven, you and Kailash will already be playing. If not, I am sure you will convince St. Peter to make one. And music, they are all there, Ravi Shankar, Ali Akbar Khan, Vilayat Khan, Bismillah Khan, Allah Rakha and his son Zakir Hussain.




Tuesday, May 13, 2025

ALILA FORT BISHANGARH- A HIDDEN GEM

I haven't kept count of the number of trips I have done between Delhi and Jaipur on National Highway 48, but if someone said 100, it would be grossly short. After settling down in Delhi in 1990 post-retirement and with one leg in Jaipur, 3-4 trips per year have been the norm. For 35 years, you do the math.

Once one enters Rajasthan at Shahjahanpur, one sees a number of forts atop hills. The first one is Neemrana, a pathbreaker of sorts since it set the pace for converting forts into heritage hotels. Then there is one at Shahpura followed by Achrol which featured in the popular 1984 TV miniseries "The Far Pavilions". Driving on, when you see the majestic well-known Amer fort, you know you have reached Jaipur. The same hill range has the Jaigarh fort famous for its cannon named "Jaivana" which was manufactured in 1720 in the foundry within the fort, and was then the largest cannon on wheels in the world. Finally, we see the Nahargarh fort which keeps a watchful eye on the whole of Jaipur. Don't go there at night; it is believed to be haunted!

Sometime back, searching for heritage hotels around Jaipur, I came across one named Alila Fort located near Manoharpur which is on NH 48 next to Shahpura and just 50 kms. from Jaipur. I wondered why we had never seen it from the highway and then forgot about it....

Till last month when we got an invitation from Akhila's cousin, Anup, to the wedding of his daughter, Anusha, with a boy also named Anup! This was followed by a number of calls from Anup and his wife, Sarita, and the venue for the wedding was Alila fort.

We decided we must go for the wedding and hit the road a day before the date. In three and a half hours, we had crossed Shahpura and turned off the highway to the right for the fort. After about 5 kms. we sighted the fort for the first time, a quaint structure on a small granite hill. When thinking of forts, one generally pictures a fortification spread over a large area. This fort is different as it is only as wide as the small hill it is perched on but is nine stories high more like a modern multi-storey building. Appropriate, as the fort was originally built 240 years ago as a watchtower with a long-range panoramic view of the surroundings to provide early warning to Amer/Jaipur for any approaching aggressors.

Originally called Bishangarh fort after the village it is located in, it is now popular as Alila, a name given by Hyatt for a luxury class of hotels. ‘Alila’  means ‘surprise’ in Sanskrit which Hyatt hopes to achieve for their guests in these hotels by offering glimpses of local culture combined with ultra-modern facilities.

For many years, Bishangarh fort lay unoccupied, neglected and deserted. A "For Sale" sign was up on the highway when it caught the eye of one Rahul Kapur. He decided to have a look and after sighting it, roped in his architect brother and friends to buy and convert it into a heritage hotel. His account of their travails to do that makes interesting reading. There was no road and to reach the fort, they had to clamber up on hands and knees. They had to be careful not to annoy hordes of monkeys for whom the fort was a safe haven from leopards. The fort was in a state of decay and covered with vegetation consisting of thorns and brambles. And when they attempted to enter the fort, "zillions of bats" flew out. 

With no road, when the renovation work started, Rahul Kapur became the proud owner of 22 donkeys to cart the material to a height of 145 metres. Extreme caution was exercised not to cause any damage to the original structure the complex nature of which required three lifts to reach different levels much like changing trains at railway junctions! Finally, 15 years from its rediscovery and 9 years of renovation, Hyatt started running a 58 room hotel with two presidential suites in 2017. 

Its potential was then recognised as a venue for weddings. 60 more rooms were added at ground level along with lawns, gardens, halls and special sites for different Indian wedding ceremonies. To say that we were glad to attend a wedding at this spectacular fort would be an understatement.

The wedding evening started with the reception of the 'baraat' at the gate of the ramparts of the fort. That was followed by the 'Varmala'  ceremony with the bride walking slowly down the slope escorted by other young girls and the bridegroom receiving her at the bottom of the hill. They then moved to a gazebo by a small pool for the exchange of garlands. Finally the 'Pheraas' which were held down in a 'Baaori'.

Watching the ceremonies, I thought the scene was ideal for a romantic movie. Which story would be better: Romeo scaling the walls of the fort to abduct Juliet or Juliet running down the winding road in the dark to elope with Romeo?

Any royalties from the story would be mine!








Friday, May 2, 2025

THREE SONGS BROUGHT TO MIND BY TODAY'S GOOD WEATHER

April was a hot, hot month. Temperatures in Delhi were around five degrees above normal. Add pollution to that and you get the depressing picture!

The last day of April was just as bad. The first of May was slightly better but I had a runny nose and felt fatigued and missed my golf date. My usual golf companion said the breeze was cool and he enjoyed his round. And then on 2nd May, I was woken up in the early hours of the morning by flashes of lightning and loud rumblings of thunder. It was pouring heavily and pleasantly surprised, I went back to sleep.

When I finally got up, the weather was beautiful. From 5 degrees above average, it had plunged to seven degrees below normal. The lawn outside our apartment was flooded and it was still raining. An easterly breeze of 15-20 knots made it appear cooler than the actual temperature and kept the pollution levels low. With this spell, the next few days should be cool and there is more rain predicted.

Gone was the fatigue and my runny nose. I was in the mood for a song and what should come to mind but the old song Vinnie Mama taught me way back in early '50s soon after he joined the Navy, "She wore a yellow ribbon". The following lines will make it clear why I remembered this particular song : 
"And in her hair, she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore a yellow ribbon in the merry month of May
Hey, hey, and if you ask, oh why the hell she wore it
She wore it for a sailor who is far, far away."

In this mood, remembering old times, can Shashi Mama be far behind? No, and promptly, I was swaying to his favourite, "Balma ja ja ja, balma ja." Any party or get-together and you would have Shashi Mama singing and dancing and adding to the merry-making with this song.

The third song was a surprise. Quite out of context and on a serious note was Tom Jones' "Delilah". A lot of us would be familiar with this number in which the singer discovers the unfaithfulness of his lover, Delilah, by seeing 'flickering shadow of love on her blind....as she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind.... she stood there laughing, I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more. My, my, my Delilah! Why, why, why Delilah?' 

Perhaps the reason for recalling this song is the revival of Agatha Christie in my mind. In the '50s-70s, she was my favourite author of mystery novels featuring either the eccentric but sharp Hercule Poirot or the clever and observant Miss Marple. The other day, I read a news item that BBC is adapting her novel, "Towards Zero", for a TV serial. That put Agatha Christie back into my reading list and I have just finished the brilliant book which features a love triangle. 

Anyway, "Delilah" was one of Tom Jones' extremely popular numbers which we used to sing happily and boisterously in parties, never mind its murderous lyrics! 

May your May be happy and bright!

 

Sunday, April 20, 2025

LA DONNA E MOBILE- A TREAT FOR MEN

Time to get out of depression and uplift the mood.

Opera is not popular in India even with those who are fond of Western classical music. I claim to be among the latter but find the extreme voice undulations of sopranos and contraltos a little taxing to my ears. I don't mind tenors, though, and love Mario Lanza, Luciano Pavarotti and the grouping together of the latter with Placido Domingo and Jose Carreras as The Three Tenors. Their renditions of operatic arias and Neapolitan classics have been extraordinary and unforgettable and can be listened to anytime to get into a good mood. 

So when my music system was functional again after some repairs, I went to YouTube, searched for The Three Tenors and was led to their popular number "La donna e mobile" from Verdi's famous opera "Rigoletto". I have heard this aria before and liked it though I did not know the meaning of the words as, of course, it is sung in Italian. To listen to it again, I pressed the play button. To my pleasant surprise, the video carried an English translation of the lyrics.

When you understand the words, the pleasure increases manifold particularly as the lyrics of this song are full of humour and The Three Tenors sing it in a playful, mischievous way, prodding each other, exchanging naughty sidelong glances and smiling all the way. The translation is repeated below for those who, like me, love the song but do not know the Italian language.

The title of this post warns that it is a treat for men but if any women readers have come so far, they are advised to leave to avoid getting offended.

"La donna e mobile"  - 'Woman is fickle' :-

'Woman is fickle like a feather in the wind

She changes in voice and in thought

Always a lovely pretty face

In tears or in laughter, it is untrue.

Woman is fickle like a feather in the wind

She changes her words and her thoughts

Always miserable is he who trusts her

He who confides in her, his unwary heart

Yet one never feels fully happy

Who from that bosom does not drink love!

Woman is fickle like a feather in the wind

She changes her words and her thoughts.'

To quote RK Laxman- "You Said It!"





Wednesday, April 16, 2025

PRANAB ROY, A FRIEND FOR 74 YEARS PASSES ON

On 14th April, we got an early morning call from Polly Byce (Rear Admiral PS Byce, now retired and settled in Jaipur) that Pranab Roy had passed on. So ended an association of 74 years.

In July 1951, after moving from Udaipur to Jaipur, I was admitted to St. Xavier's School in Standard VII. The class had around 30 students and I was a shy kid but I somehow found the two Roy brothers in our class easy to talk to. And so I got friendly with Pranab and Prasun whose age difference was less than a year. Their father was a doctor and they lived in Bani Park, a fair distance away, but my house was close to the School and we often adjourned there to chat and play after School.

By the time we came to Standard X, the Senior Cambridge year, our class had whittled down to just 9 with the Roy brothers and me hanging there. Somewhere down the line, we got it into our heads that we should attempt to join the National Defence Academy (NDA). I had already been influenced by my two Mamas in the Navy and I guess that had passed on to the brothers as well. So amidst opposition from our parents and guardians, we submitted the application forms.

Our Senior Cambridge exam was in December 1954 and as the NDA written exam was soon after, we went to Delhi to appear in it without any preparation more for a lark than any serious intent. 

All three of us qualified and got called over to appear before the Services Selection Board, Bangalore, with free Inter class train tickets to and fro. At that stage, Pitaji, my Nana and guardian, put his foot down and said I was not to go. I pleaded with him to let me make the free trip with my friends and argued that physically frail as I was, I had no chance of getting selected. Finally, the three of us got into the train for a 2-day journey to Bangalore.

During the journey, we discussed our chances of qualifying. Pranab was just over 5 feet and not too fond of sports, I had barely touched 5' and was grossly underweight and boney, while Prasun was 5'5", stocky and athletic. Pranab and I agreed that we had no chance of making it but Prasun would surely get through. Prasun kept a discreet silence but we could see that he was in agreement.

Imagine our shock and surprise when Pranab and I qualified while Prasun was rejected! Poor Prasun never quite got over it.

Pranab and I got our instructions to join the 14th Course becoming the first two from our School to get into the NDA. Possibly it would have happened anyway but that gives me an opportunity to claim that we set a path for others to follow that soon produced two Chiefs, Admiral Madhvendra Singh for the Navy and Air Chief Marshal SP Tyagi for the Air Force.

As directed, on 22nd July 1955, we reported to the NDA.  Pranab was sent to 'Baker' squadron and I to 'Fox' a little distance away. In our second term, I was transferred to the newly-formed 'King' squadron which was adjacent to 'Baker' and so we became neighbours able to spend much free time together.

After NDA, we were cadets together on Tir and, as Midshipmen, on Mysore. Then we separated as Pranab was moved to the Supply and Secratariat branch because of his weak eyesight and I remained in the Executive. We never served on the same ship but were in the same station a few times.

Pranab married Pronoti, commonly known as Rita, a good 7 years before I did. But after meeting each other, Rita and Akhila got along very well and remain close to this day.

I took premature retirement and Pranab retired in 1993 and settled back in Jaipur. Though we are in Delhi, Akhila and I go to Jaipur frequently and an exchange of visits, meals and seeing movies at the Army Picture Hall together with the Roys has been a must on every trip.

When we last went to Jaipur end-January, Akhila spoke to Rita and they talked about seeing the movie "Sky Force" at the Army theatre soon. Just a few days later, Rita told us that Pranab had a fall in the bathroom early morning and though he was fully conscious and the injury was attended to immediately, he slipped into a coma and was admitted to a hospital. Rita herself was down with a viral fever and not in good shape. Akhila and I came down with viral fever too and were badly debilitated. Pranab remained in coma and after about 10 days, the hospital authorities said his vital signs were OK, the hospital could do no more and Pranab should be taken home and attended to there.

End-February after we had somewhat recovered and felt OK to go back to Delhi, we visited Rita but Pranab remained in coma.

This state of affairs continued with Pranab being taken to hospital a few times as required. He was in hospital again when he finally passed away early morning on 14th April.

A classmate, coursemate, citymate and a true friend for 74 years, is no more. May his soul RIP. 





Tuesday, April 8, 2025

A RELIGIOUS JOURNEY - MY VISITS TO PLACES OF WORSHIP

Reading about Angkor Wat in William Dalrymple's "The Golden Road" set me thinking about the important places of worship I have visited across different religions. Actually, in my early years, it seems to have been ordained by God that I was brought up in some famous Hindu religious cities.

I was born in Mathura, Janmabhoomi of Lord Krishna, where I spent most of the first five years of my life listening to fascinating stories recounted by Mataji, my Nani, about little Krishna, adorably called 'Makhanchor' by housewives whose butter he stole as also their hearts! Like Lord Krishna, I can rightly claim to be a Brajwasi not only by birth but also because my ancestors came from Bharatpur, a city near Mathura and considered part of old Braj. After Mathura, the next six years of my life were spent in Bharatpur. Coincidentally, I sit writing this post on the festival of colour, Holi, which is celebrated with great gusto, singing and dancing, in Mathura and Bharatpur. A popular folk song from my childhood buzzing in my ears is "Aaj Biraj mein Holi re, Rasiya."

So my religious journey started with Mathura, a city full of temples starting with Sri Krishna Janma Bhoomi by the banks of the river Yamuna where a spectacular Aarti is held every evening. Nearby is Dwarkadhish temple housing a black marble idol of Lord Krishna. Close by is the town of Vrindavan famous for its Bankey Bihari temple. the idol of which is a combined form of Radha and Krishna. And in 1975, ISKCON opened a Radha-Krishna temple which celebrates its 50th anniversary in April this year.

The Mathura round is completed by visiting Giriraj temple in the village of Govardhan, the starting and finishing point of a round of Braj. The 'Parikrama' measures 7 'kos', roughly 21 kms. I must confess that I have only done darshan at the temple but Akhila boasts of having completed the Parikrama more than once before our marriage.

In 1949, the state of Rajasthan was formed and Pitaji, my Nana, was appointed a Judge in the new High Court Bench at Udaipur and we moved to the City of Lakes. Soon after, we made our first of countless visits to Nathdwara, 40 kms. away, for Shrinathji's darshan at the historic temple. For our small community of Suryadwaj Brahmins, Shrinathji is the 'Ishta-Devata' or presiding deity and the temple has special significance. I have written about it in detail in an earlier post but briefly, the idol is believed to date back to 1409 and is that of a seven year old Lord Krishna lifting a hill with his left hand to protect his home town of Govardhan. The idol was originally installed there in a temple but in 1672, it was decided to move it to a safer place down south to prevent it from being destroyed by Aurangzeb. Providentially, the chariot in which the idol was being transported broke down short of Udaipur and the Rana of Mewar took on the responsibility of protecting the idol. He built a haveli in the city now known as Nathdwara to house the idol where it stands to this day. The famed chariot, incidentally, is on display at the temple its unique feature being that it is completely made of wood only without a single metal piece such as a nail. 

Before Pitaji's transfer to Jaipur in 1950, we visited Nathdwara on all important festivals like Janmashthami and Diwali. The day after Diwali is specially celebrated there with Govardhan Puja or Annakoot when they prepare a large variety of special dishes and sweets and a huge mound of rice almost hitting the ceiling in the 'aangan' of the temple.

We also did the region's 'Char Dham' which from Udaipur starts with Eklingji, an ancient Shiva temple patronised by the Maharana of Mewar, Shrinathji at Nathdwara, Dwarkadhishji at Kankroli, and Char Bhujaji, another 'swaroop' of Lord Krishna. All these temples are linearly on the Udaipur-Kishengarh highway within a total of 90 kms. Goes without saying that Akhila and I have done this 'char dham' yatra many times.

Jaipur has many famous temples like Govindji ka Mandir inside the City Palace compound. It is said that the Maharaja of Jaipur used to have his early morning darshan using a telescope from his palace balcony about 50 meters away. Then there is Kaaley Hanumanji ka Mandir, Birla Mandir and Ganeshji ka Mandir just below the Moti Doongri Palace. But then every Indian city has its own set of famous temples so we will now skip to only the very well-known ones.

Shortly after marriage, Akhila and I visited our first of India's Bada Char Dham as declared by the sage, Adi Shankaracharya, the Jagannath temple at Puri in the east. The Navy kept me busy and it was only after retirement that we could resume the yatra with Dwarka in the west, Rameswaram in the south and Badrinath in the north, the last coming in 2008,  35 years after Puri. In between, we visited some other famous temples like Vaishno Devi in Jammu, Somnath in Gujarat, Meenakshi in Madurai, Kumari Amman Temple in Kanyakumari at the southernmost point of India, Tirumala Venkateswara in Tirupati and Sun Temple in Konark, Odisha. 

When we visited Dwarka, we also went to the island of Beyt Dwarka which is believed to have been the abode of Lord Krishna. Of special mention is the Martand Sun Temple near Anantnag in Kashmir. When I went there with my grandparents and Mummy in 1962, Pitaji gave the priest a few of his ancestors' names and the priest went inside and brought out a large scroll which traced our family's lineage for the past hundreds of years!

In 1951, approaching 13 years of age, I was admitted to St. Xavier's School in Jaipur and that was my introduction to Christianity. 2 years later, we planned to visit Bombay during the summer vacations and I mentioned that to my class teacher, Reverend Father Mackessack, who was also headed to Bombay. He invited us to visit Basilica of Our Lady of the Mount (Mount St. Mary Church) in Bandra which we, Pitaji, Mataji, Mummy and I, did with Fr. Mackessack happily being the guide. That was my first visit to a church and I vividly remember admiring the colourful stained glass windows for which the Church was famous.

In 1976, the Navy sent me to Rome for some work. That gave me the marvellous opportunity to visit Vatican City, headquarters of Roman Catholics and home of the Pope. On the very first weekend, I went there and headed for St. Peter's Basilica. As soon as I entered the Church, I heard an organ starting to play Schubert's "Ave Maria" and I remember standing transfixed in front of Michelangelo's La Pieta, sculpture of the Virgin Mary holding Jesus after his crucifixion. I was overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling and overcome by emotion. After a long while, I stirred myself out of my trance to see the rest of the Church and the nearby Sistine Chapel, known for Michelangelo's brilliant frescoes on the ceiling. 

In London in 1987, Akhila and I visited St. Paul's Cathedral as also Westminster Abbey which since 1066 has been the location of the coronation of 40 English and British monarchs, 16 royal weddings and 18 burials of monarchs. And in 2013, we went to Rio de Janeiro, home of the statue of Christ the Redeemer, one of the seven wonders of the world, amazingly installed in a narrow space on top of a steep hill. That truly was a dream come true!

We have seen many churches but I must mention one of particular significance to us. In June 2012, while visiting Ruchir in New York, I was struck by brain aneurysm and admitted to Mount Sinai Hospital for surgery. For a while, my condition was precarious and Akhila and Ruchir spent some very anxious moments. The hospital was a short distance from Ruchir's apartment and Akhila used to walk to the hospital and back. A doctor suggested that Akhila visit St. Paul the Apostle Church which was on her way very close to the hospital. She did that a number of times and now whenever we go to New York, we make it a point to visit it at least once.

Moving on to Buddhism, I have visited a number of monasteries thanks largely to my tenures in the National Defence College and the Defence Services Staff College. Both these institutions have 'Forward Area Tours' during which one is taken to the northern, western and eastern borders of the country. In the moonlike land of Ladakh, I have been to the Hemis Monastery, about 45 kms. south of Leh on the west bank of Indus river. The monastery is believed to have existed before the 11th century but was reestablished in 1672. In the east in Arunachal Pradesh, I have visited the Tawang Monastery, the largest monastery in India. During a visit to Gangtok, Sikkim, I went to the nearby Rumtek Monastery also known as the Dharma Chakra Centre and famous for its exquisite Tibetan architecture and Buddhist art. 

Last year, Akhila and I went to Bhutan, a country full of monasteries which they call 'dzong'. Paro where the international airport is located, is home to the famous Taktsang Dzong (Tiger's Nest Monastery) but we only saw it from a distance as it involves a tortuous climb. But we did enter many others like the one at Punakha, former capital of Bhutan, and Simtokha, near Thimphu, which is said to be the oldest in Bhutan.

Keeping a benevolent watch on Thimphu and blessing all from top of a hill is one of the largest Buddha statues in the world measuring 51.5 metres in height. The statue is made of golden bronze and is hollow allowing visitors to enter it and view 125000 miniature Buddhas 8 to 12 inches tall, placed inside.

A city well-known for its Buddhist temples is Bangkok which Akhila and I visited in 2014. Three temples we visited are fresh in my mind. Wat Arun is the Temple of Dawn and world-renowned symbol of Bangkok's rich cultural heritage. Wat Pho is unique for its 46 metres long and 15 metres high statue of the Reclining Buddha. And Wat Phra Kaew has the Emerald Buddha carved from a single block of jade.

I round up my visits to Buddhist sites by recalling my trip to Dalhousie and Dharamshala while serving in the Signals Intelligence Directorate, Army Headquarters, in 1980. McLeod Ganj in Dharamshala is the home of the exiled Dalai Lama who lives in the Tsuglagkhang Monastery. The main temple room houses the throne on which the Dalai Lama sits while delivering teachings.

Akhila and I fulfilled a long-pending wish when we went to Amritsar towards the end of the monsoon season in 2015. We had a scary flight because of the stormy weather but it was well worth it. We visited the holiest site of Sikhism, the Golden Temple or Harmandir Sahib meaning 'House of God'. The original Gurdwara was completed in 1577 but later, Maharaja Ranjit Singh, founder of the Sikh Empire, rebuilt it and overlaid the sanctum with gold leaf in 1830 due to which it acquired the name 'Golden Temple'. The main building, 'Akal Takht' (Throne of the Timeless) is in the centre of a pool and the holy book, 'Akal Granth', is placed here. Everyone irrespectice of religion or status is welcome in the temple and can have a free vegetarian meal at the 'langar', the community-run kitchen. That incidentally, is a feature of all Sikh Gurdwaras.

Bad weather delayed our return flight to Delhi by a day and that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It gave us the opportunity to go to Tarn Taran and visit Gurdwara Sri Darbar Singh which has the largest 'sarovar' (water pond) of all gurdwaras. 

Delhi itself hosts a number of top-ranking gurdwaras led by Bangla Sahib in Connaught Place and Sis Ganj Sahib in Chandni Chowk. Just a km. from our home is Moti Bagh Sahib which we pass everytime we go towards Dhaula Kuan.

Among Islamic holy sites, Delhi is again prominent with its Jama Masjid which we have visited a number of times. By far the largest and grandest mosque we have seen is the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi which was completed as recently as December 2007. It is a splendid white marble construction with 82 domes, over 1000 columns, 24-carat gold gilded chandeliers and the world's largest hand-knotted carpet. Standing inside the large main hall in complete silence gives one an awesome feeling. The dress code is strict requiring visitors to wear modest clothes and women generally are given a black 'Abaya' (long, loose, head-to-toe cloak) which is available at the entrance.

An unforgettable experience was visiting Mezquita de Cordoba in Spain which doubles as a mosque and a cathedral. It was believed to have been a church to start with but converted into a mosque in 785 A.D. under Muslim rule in Cordoba. In 1236, it was reconverted to a cathedral but a section of the main hall was preserved as a mosque and presently, both the chapel and the mosque function remarkably in one building under one roof. 

Cochin, now renamed Kochi, has a small Jewish town at one end of which is Paradesi, the oldest synagogue not only in India but in the entire Commonwealth. It was founded in 1568 by Spanish and Dutch Jews but was destroyed by the Portuguese in the 17th century and then rebuilt in its current form. Its interior is beautifully lit and decorated and I have visited it a number of times the last being in January 2024 with Akhila.

A small and relatively new religion is the Baha'i Faith which originated in Iran in mid-19th century. Its core beliefs are very noble as it embraces Oneness of Humanity, Oneness of Religion, and Elimination of Prejudice. It has no priesthood or ritual but has eight continental Houses of Worship in the world including one in Delhi called the Lotus Temple. The beautiful structure has won many international architecture awards with its main hall consisting of 27 free-standing marble-clad petals arranged in clusters of three to form nine sides. Completed in 1986, it has become a 'must-see' site in Delhi. Regular functions are held there and we have attended many including some musical performances.

Exhaustive list? Perhaps. Complete? Never. As the renowned travel writer Paul Theroux said, one may think one has seen a lot but there is so much left to see! 

I do wish to see Angkor Wat though.

Jai Shri Krishna.

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Amen.

Sat Sri Akal.

Allah-ho-Akbar.



 

Thursday, March 27, 2025

FROM ITALIAN LANGUAGE TO SONGS

We have been through a rough patch. 

The cause was a viral infection and after 6 weeks, Akhila and I hope we have seen the end of it and can get back to greener pastures again!

Confined to home, there were some light moments when Shumita and her boys came to comfort and cheer us. After lunch one day, Shiven and Raghav were talking about their Spanish lessons when Akhila remarked that Shumita had put in so much effort to learn French but it was all going waste as she was not making use of it now. In defence, Shumita said she had been busy with the boys' schooling and once they went to College, she would pursue French again, speak and write it and visit France. 

I butted in and said I shall visit the Italian Cultural Centre and join its language classes. Shumita asked why Italian and not Spanish which the boys are getting good at? I said I'm already familiar with a lot of Italian words and phrases and it would be easier for me to pick up the language.

Shumita and the boys: "Where did you learn the words?"

Me:"In Rome from Italians during my visits."

"For example?"

"Buon giorno."

"Another one?"

"Buona Sera."

"And another?"

"That's it, that's good night."

"No, buona sera is good evening" and they show me on iPhone that good night is "Buona notte."

"Well, for me buona sera is good night and I have a beautiful Italian song to prove it."

I switch on the TV and YouTube and open the 1956 hit song by Louis Prima, 'Buona Sera'. This is what its catchy and unforgettable lyrics say-

"Buona sera signorina buona sera

It is time to say good night to Napoli

Though it's hard for us to whisper buona sera

With that old moon above the Mediterranean Sea

In the morning signorina we'll go walking

Where the mountains help the sun come in to sight

And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger

Where I'll buy a wedding ring for your finger

In the meantime let me tell you that I love you

Buona sera signorina kiss me good night."

Well, for me 'buona sera' will always be 'good night'!


P.S. This song was, of course, also rendered superbly by Dean(o) Martin(o), the maestro of Italian songs who gave us hits after hits in the '50s and the '60s. I simply have to recall perhaps his greatest, "Volare".

"Volare, oh oh

Cantare, oh oh oh oh

Let's fly way up to the clouds

Away from the maddening crowds

We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of where lovers enjoy peace of mind

Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind

Just like birds of a feather a rainbow together we'll find

Volare, oh oh

Cantare, oh oh oh oh

No wonder my happy heart sings

Your love has given me wings....

Nel blu dipinto di blu

E che dici di stare lassu...."




Monday, March 10, 2025

SWEET AND SOUR

It started off as a normal, sweet trip.

In January and February, we've been going to Jaipur for many, many years and so did we this year reaching there on 25 January well in time to settle down before the start of the famous Jaipur Literature Festival (LitFest) starting on 30 January. We got in touch with friends and relatives looking forward to meeting them in the Festival and later.

The LitFest got off with a bang with William Dalrymple holding forth brilliantly on his latest book, "The Golden Road-How Ancient India Transformed The World". As against the mythical 'Silk Road', Dalrymple recounts how India spread our culture and commerce to faraway places helped by a strong shipping industry guided by favourable monsoon winds. The largest Hindu temple, nay, the largest temple of any religion, is not in India but Angkor Wat, Cambodia. Among other Southeast countries, Ramayana is celebrated in Bali, one island in Islamic Indonesia which has a big Hindu majority. Buddhism spread all over East Asia including China. And India exported spices as far as the Roman Empire and got paid in gold. Truly a golden road!

A highlight of the opening day was the presence of Rishi Sunak, ex-PM of UK, who came with his in-laws, the Murthys, to attend a session where his wife, Akshata, spoke to her author mother Sudha Murthy about the latter's book, "The Child Within". Mr. Sunak obliged by standing up and doing a smiling 'Namaste' to the audience and was cheered appreciatively.  

The next day was a big one for the Sharma clan for which as many of us as could had got together in Jaipur. The event was the introduction of the book "Purde Ke Peechhey", an autography of the popular actress Ila Arun transcripted by my cousin Anjula Bedi, herself an actress, as told to her by Ila. The two were on stage with the moderator and theatre actor and director, MK Raina. Anjula read some passages while Ila kept the home audience (Ila is from Jaipur} entertained with her tales as also some singing and dancing. Midway during the session, Raina staged a sudden walkout apparently because he felt that Kashmir's troubles were being trivialised by filmmakers. Ila, however, continued gamely and retained the enthusiastic attention of the audience.  

On the final day of the Festival the organisers came up with a masterstroke bringing about a unique and unbelievable meeting of the descendants of two great thinkers of the last century, Leo Tolstoy and Mahatma Gandhi, marking it the first time that family members of Tolstoy and Gandhi physically met after their ancestors' letter exchanges more than 115 years ago. Daniil Tolstoy, great grandson of Leo, and Gopalkrishna Gandhi, grandson of the Mahatma, were on stage enthralling the audience with the real life story of the extraordinary exchange of letters between the two famous men. In 1909, Leo Tolstoy, a Russian Count and renowned author, was 80 and Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, a lawyer in Johannesburg, half Tolstoy's age at 40. On a visit to London, Gandhiji chanced upon a revolutionary manifesto by Tolstoy,"A Letter to a Hindu", in which, drawing from his own experience of the bloody 1905 Russian Revolution and quoting from Hindu scriptures, Tolstoy urged Indians to give up violence and 'embrace love as the only path to liberation'. Gandhiji was highly impressed by the 'Letter' and wrote back to Tolstoy setting up an exchange of letters for about a year before Tolstoy passed away in November 1910. Non-violence thus became Gandhiji's philosophy and to start with, he opened a Tolstoy farm outside Johannesburg where Satyagrahis could gather.  

The curtain to JLF 2025 was drawn with the customary Writer's Ball where a good time was had by all with sumptuous food and dancing to the music of a jugalbandi of Western and Rajasthani Manganiar music.

Akhila and I had planned on spending about 10 days in Jaipur after the LitFest. So we thought of taking it easy for a few days before catching up with friends and relatives. But on 6 February, Akhila developed a hacking cough and I got it soon after. As advised by a doctor friend, we started taking biochemical medicines and felt initial improvement. But suddenly our condition became worse and by 11th night, we were very ill. As advised and facilitated by our friend Rita, Pranab Roy's wife, who was recovering from a similar illness, the next morning we sought admission in a hospital and were kept in the CCU for over a day followed by 3 in a private room. Alarmed, Shumita flew to Jaipur to look after us.

We were discharged on 15th evening feeling completely debilitated and drained out. According to doctors, it was a viral infection that had affected the respiratory system. We discovered there were other victims in Jaipur including naval friend Polly Byce and his wife, Ranjana. The more we talked to people, the more we heard about cases from as far as Coorg and Varanasi. A neighbour in Delhi told us it took her 3 months to get her full strength back!   

We were advised two weeks of rest after which we returned to Delhi on 1 March. We have recovered from the infection but are still a little weak with some aches and pains.

So a sweet trip turned sour. Looking forward to an early return to 'sweet'!

                                                                                                                 

Friday, January 24, 2025

NOSTALGIA IS....NDA

Akhila and I visited National Defence Academy, Khadakwasla, almost 70 years after I first reported there on 22 July 1955 to join the 14th Course and 60 1/2 years from when I was last there as a Divisional Officer in 'J' Squadron. Naturally, I was flooded with memories and discovered a new dimension of nostalgia.

Nostalgia is....the very entry into the hallowed premises after all this while. The entrance now is earlier than at the Pashan Gate of old. It starts with the NDA Chowk, a roundabout with a T-55 tank, a MIG 27 fighter aircraft and a model of INS Vikrant. The road continues adorned on both sides with more tanks, aircraft and ship models leading to the Pashan Gate. Equitation Training grounds follow soon after marked by a new gate with a statue of three prancing horses. How well I remember the wooden horses which bad riders were confined to though the latter regarded them as sanctuaries to escape the unpredictable mood of live horses.

Nostalgia is....stopping at the Gole Market, NDA's own shopping centre so named because of its shape. We run into a bunch of cadets of the 153rd Course (mine was 14th) who were all set to start their first term two days later. The cadets were still to get uniforms although their hair had been chopped off to a quarter inch and were wearing temporary tallies displaying the NDA numbers allotted to them. I took a photograph of them to record their numbers which ran into 43500s-43600s compared to my 2134. The boys were in good spirits and I wondered if they knew what was going to hit them in a couple of days after the senior cadets arrived! Later, when I met the Commandant, I asked him whether the first-termers were still asked by the seniors to measure the length of squadron corridors by the number of front rolls. He said yes but with today's advanced technology, a watchful eye is kept through CCTVs to ensure ragging remains at an acceptable level. This is all the more necessary as starting from the 148th Course, NDA now has girl cadets. 148th Course will be completing their six terms in May this year and its girls will be the first lot to pass out from the Academy.

Nostalgia is....visiting the two squadrons which were my home for three years. I spent my first term in 'F' which, due to rationalising of names, now houses 'L'. I walked the long corridors and climbed up to the second floor to see my cabin 98 but was a bit disappointed to find that there has been some redesigning and there is now a bathroom where 98 originally was! 

At the start of my second term, a new squadron, 'K' now renamed 'C', was added and I was transferred to it to spend my remaining 5 terms there. I was delighted to see they have maintained an album which has photographs dating back to January 1956 when the squadron was first formed. So I looked at myself at sweet 17 growing on to 19 and took photographs of photographs which I have been showing around asking relatives and friends if they can recognise the young man! It is not easy. Even I find it difficult to recognise my colleagues but it is wonderful to see them as they were in those days as also the officers led by the revered and much-loved Squadron Leader Chandan Singh who guided us to become the Champion Squadron. Incidentally, Flight Lieutenant Denis LaFontaine who went on to become the Air Chief was one of our Divisional Officers.

Next to the squadron is the Cadets' Cafe where we used to repair to console ourselves with cream cones after the barbers had had a free run on our heads twice a week, sometimes three, at the adjoining shop.

A third Squadron I had attachments to was 'J' where I was a Divisional Officer in 1964-65. Major Shyam Rattan followed by Maj John Verghese were the Squadron Commanders and Flight Lieut 'Speedy' Rana and Capt Surjit Kumar my fellow Div Offrs. Wing Cdr 'Barney' Fernandes was the benevolent Battalion Commander. I shall always remember what for us was a faux pas but not so for Speedy.  Maj Rattan had just become father of a third daughter when Speedy went up to him and wished him 'heartfelt condolences'. On our efforts urging him to correct himself, he said laughingly that in their part of the country, that was how the event was viewed! Maj Rattan took it all smilingly. Actually he was quite a happy-go-lucky guy with a good sense of humour. One of his favourite stories was that during the Second World War he was posted in Monaco and the country was so small that when he slept, his head was in Monaco but his feet were in France!

Nostalgia is.... standing in the huge Cadets Mess, one of the largest in the world, where 1500 of us used to dine together. It has now been extended to seat over 2200 but maintains high quality of food still serving the mouth-watering 'Tipsy' pudding and delicious cold coffee. The Commandant told us an interesting story about the cold coffee which has special ingredients to provide enhanced proteins for the hardworking cadets. Word spread about its special taste and NDA was approached by Starbucks to share its recipe with them which NDA politely refused. The mess staff kindly handed us a glass of cold coffee which we gulped down in a flash and, like Oliver, asked for 'more'!

A stone's throw away is the Ashoka Pillar on a roundabout from where we feast our eyes on Sudan Block with its majestic dome and surroundings. Sudan Block was so named because Sudan paid a tidy sum towards its construction in recognition of Indian soldiers who fought for that country's liberation. On the right flank of Sudan Block stands the vast Habibullah Hall named after the first Commandant of NDA. When I was a cadet, there was a thatched roof Cinema Hall on a hill halfway to the Peacock Bay. I have vivid memories of that Hall where I saw classic old movies like "An Affair To Remember" and "The Last Time I Saw Paris." On top after the climb and just before the Hall, there was a board saying "Resume Breathing". I have never quite understood what was meant by that! Much as we liked going to the movies, the climb was stiff and made worse by seniors asking us to lift our bikes above our heads and run. I found it better to walk to the Hall instead of cycling. Seniors used to ask why I was not on the bike and my answer was "It is punctured sir." Worked most of the time!

When I returned to NDA as a Div Offr, the old Hall had been demolished and a new one built which has been vastly expanded and renovated to acquire its present shape and given the name Habibullah Hall.

Along the road is the Science Block now named Manoj Pandey after the hero of the Kargil War who was awarded Param Vir Chakra posthumously. I recall two Science teachers, Mr. Keshwani who taught us Physics and affectionately called us 'my boy' with a heavy nasal accent. Teaching Chemistry was Mr. Bhavnani, a fanatic for fresh air. To tease him, we would close all windows before he came to the class. That would upset him straightaway and he would launch into a 10-minute tirade beginning with, "You Indians, black from outside, black from inside...."

On the other side of the road is the vast Drill Square with the Quartermaster Fort at the far end and a naval mast on the road end. This is where we learnt drill, Army style marching and all, with the Britisher RSM Ayling, who was also a Cricket Test Umpire, screaming words of command loud enough to be heard all over the NDA and Subedar Major Gurung's taunts exposing our bad marching by giving rapid words of command such as "Right wheel, dekh tamasha, left turn, dekh tamasha, about turn, dekh tamasha" etc. At the end of a term, this is the scene of the final Passing Out Parade where cadets come out of the QM Fort, march on to the Drill Square, salute the Chief Guest, and the cadets who have successfully completed their training march out on to the dais and past the manned mast with their parents watching with joy and pride.

Nostalgia is...standing by the side of the Swimming Pool, looking at the diving board and remembering my strange incident in my final term. Learning how to swim and dive to pass the compulsory test, I developed a splitting headache every time I entered the water. Nearing the term end, I dragged myself to the pool and reported to the swimming instructor who checked my records and said I had already passed the test. Double check and he reconfirmed. I scooted fast and remained a non-swimmer during my entire naval career- a sailor who didn't know how to swim! To this day I don't know who ticked my box. Providence?!

The swimming pool is next to the Officers Mess and I look at my first-floor cabin where I stayed for a year and a half in 1964-65. It has a balcony and my friends Subodh Gupta, Tiger Talwar, Mel Kendall, Laddoo Malik, Bogey Borgonah, Honky Mukhuty and I spent many evenings there having a drink and singing songs ranging from Pankaj Mullick to The Beatles.

On the other side of the Mess is the Stadium and I visualise my friend and coursemate Jayanto Roy Chowdhry running the 100 metres race, elastic of his shorts snapping and his constantly tugging and pulling up the shorts and still winning the race. There is also the memory of the 15th Course Cadet Arjun Sengupta opening the innings for Services XI in 1957 and scoring a century against the West Indies which won him a place in the Indian test team. 

Nostalgia is....visiting and playing on the Golf Course where I was taught the game 60 years ago by Mr. Dimitri (Dimmy) Jouravlov claiming to be from the family of blue blooded czars. He ran away at the start of the Bolshevik Revolution, worked his way through Central Asia and, accomplished musician that he was, became the Bandmaster in the court of Maharaja of Patiala. After independence, he came to JSW Dehradun where he was appointed as a teacher for Russian. At the NDA, he developed the Golf Course which is rightly named after him. He gave me lessons in golf and got me addicted to the game which I continue to play to date. Dimmy was a lonely old soul and some time after I left the NDA, I heard that he hanged himself in the little cottage allotted to him. A sad end to a remarkable man.

To relive the NDA fully as also to escape the harsh and smoggy winter of Delhi, we stayed there for 10 days. The Commandant, Vice Admiral Gurcharan Singh, had kindly made arrangements for us to stay at the Hermitage, a cute little cottage guest house. The cottage reminded me of the one where my friend Loveji Mehta and his sweet wife Nisha used to stay in 1964-65.  They used to invite us bachelors, Subodh Gupta and me, for Sunday lunch. While Nisha busied herself preparing Dhanshak and rice, Loveji would entertain us with Bach and Tchaikovsky out on the lawn.

Admiral Gurcharan and his charming wife, Kamaljit, called us for dinner one evening at Kondhana, the Commandant's house, which I had heard of but never seen before. We had a delightful evening at the lovely house which ranks as one of the best I have ever seen. After dinner, they took us for a walk on the sprawling lawns and showed us the Kalpavriksha which is considered a wish-fulfilling divine tree across many religions including Hinduism, Jainism and Buddhism. By itself, it never sheds its leaves which are quite hard and legend has it that Lord Krishna used them as spoons to scoop and eat butter. Kamal gave Akhila a bag full of leaves and the latter still asked for more!

Only a couple of weeks have passed but I already get nostalgic about this trip!

Postscript: Our sincere thanks to Admiral Gurcharan and his staff, Cdr Rahul Chauhan, Major Subodh Baghel and Sgt Kushwaha, for making our trip truly memorable.





Sunday, January 5, 2025

RINGING OUT 2024 - THE YEAR THAT WAS

Full of travels and events, 2024 really rolled fast.

We rang it in at Cochin, or Kochi as it is now known in New India! It was a mix of old and new at Bolghatti Island: the hotel was new but the grounds were that of the old golf course where I used to play in the early 1970s. Remarkably, they have left the tee boxes still standing so old folks like me can hark back to their golfing days! Our group was coincidental but great with my cousin Sharad visiting from Australia, his daughter Shaumyika and son-in-law Ben from USA, Akhila and I from Delhi, and my cousin Reeta and her husband Sanjay stationed in Cochin itself.

As in previous years, the second half of January we were in Jaipur for the popular Literature Festival. This year, naval flavour was provided by Rear Admiral 'Gigi' Gupta, Mahavir Chakra awardee for his air strikes on East Pakistan in the '71 War and Commodore Gurnam Singh, Air Engineer on Vikrant during the War, in conversation with Commodore Srikant Kesnur about their book "Guardians of the Seas". Then there was Admiral Tahiliani's son,Tarun, holding forth on his book and fashion designs. The finale to the festival was provided by the Writers Ball in the new and beautifully constructed Leela Palace Hotel on the outskirts of Jaipur.

We were back in Delhi to view tulips from Amsterdam spectacularly lining up the Shanti Path. A sight to behold.

In April, helped by my friend and coursemate, General Ved Malik, we took a long-awaited trip to Bhutan, the country of the thunder dragon, and world leader in GNH or Gross National Happiness. Watching its people, you instantly realise that it is true, the people genuinely seem happy and peaceful. For five days, we heard no shouting, no car horns, total traffic discipline without lights and policemen, and courteous people all-round. And there was so much to see with numerous historic Dzongs spread all over the country.

June saw us catching a Swissair flight to Zurich, a place we had briefly visited 37 years ago. This time, Ruchir organised a 4-day stopover for us en route to the US. With the help his friend's friend, Natasha, and our driver, Mahu-ud-Din, originally from Pakistan, we not only went extensively around Zurich but drove to nearby towns and landmarks. There was the Limmat river with it's snowwhite swans, the gigantic Rhine Falls, Mount Titlis with the unique glacier cave and lifesize cutouts of Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol from "Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge" which was shot there, Vaduz castle in Liechtenstein, the fairyland village of Stein am Rhein with its charming frescoes, and, of course, irresistible chocolates of Lindt and Laderach.

Zurich to Miami where Shumita, Shiven and Raghav had preceded us. Familiar with the city in which we had spent a lot of time just two years ago, we escorted them to various sites including Wynwood District famous for its distinguishing, colourful murals. After a week, they left for New York while we stayed on for a few more days during which we visited my cousin Babbi and her husband, Solly, in the equestrian town of Wellington. They took us on a tour to ex and to-be President Trump's Mar-a-Lago Retreat (should we have called on him as many heads of governments from all over the world are doing before his swearing-in!) and the Aero Club, the rich aeronautical community with its exclusive runway and houses with hangars instead of garages to park the owners' planes!

End-June we joined Ruchir, Shumita and the boys in New York where Shiven was undergoing a 3-week summer course for "Creative Writing" at Columbia University. To give him a break and enjoyment for all, Ruchir organised a yacht trip down Hudson River to Statue of Liberty on to East River and back with a champagne lunch thrown in.

Shiven's course completed, Shumita and the boys left for India mid-July while we stayed on for another month. One of the musts for us was the daily walk in the Central Park, spots of which kept reminding me of popular songs associated with them. Another highlight was attending a concert in the famous Carnegie Hall where we were enthralled by Rimsky-Korsakov's "Scheherazade". Meanwhile, Ruchir was busy with the launch of his fifth book, "What Went Wrong With Capitalism".

Back in Delhi, a memorable event was the lunch by Navy Foundation to honour 14 nonagenarians with 11 of them gracing the occasion with their presence. Some were totally fit, some a bit less but all of them in good spirits and an inspiration to all of us to keep growing! I had personally known most of them and it was a delight to talk to them as also some younger ones who had served with me at one time or the other.  

A trip to Jaipur was overdue and it was expedited by a call from another nonagenarian, Captain RN Singh, a 2nd JSW Course ex-pilot holding a record of travel from UK to India by air, sea and land, having driven a car from London to Delhi in the '50s with two colleagues on completion of their training. Capt Singh wanted us to come to Jaipur to join in the celebrations on the 2nd birthday of his twin great grandson and great granddaughter from his elder daughter's daughter. How could we say no, so we went over for the party and stayed on in Jaipur for another ten days.

We returned to Delhi in time for Dussehra and Diwali. Ruchir came from the US for the latter festival and soon after Diwali, the CNS, Admiral Dinesh Tripathi, invited us over for dinner at the Navy House along with the retiring Supreme Court Chief Justice Chandrachud. It was an  engaging evening.

Some officers from the 23rd Course had a brilliant idea of organising a lunch for all from 1st to 28th Course at the Sam Maneckshaw Auditorium and that was another occasion to meet people from days long gone by. A truly emotional event.

Roses come in eye-catching colours and have a heady fragrance but also thorns which alert you to take beauty with a little pinch. So does life which has its ups and downs and warns you not to take things for granted. So I must pause here to pay homage to a very dear friend who passed away in October. Vice Admiral Kailash Kohli left us after being in and out of hospital but just when he actually appeared to be recovering. He and I served together in many places, played a lot of golf, shared a love for music and were in constant touch right to the day before his eternal departure. Irreparable loss. May his soul rest in peace!

After Diwali, Delhi gets bitterly cold and foggy and, worse, dangerously polluted. We have been getting away to better climes and air for the last few years and it was time to plan for this year too. After considering many places, I hit upon the idea of going to NDA Kharakvasla, a place I hadn't visited since I left it in May 1965 after a stint as Divisional Officer in 'J' Squadron. Additionally, I discovered there was a naval Commandant there and so I contacted my serving naval friend, Rear Admiral Venkatraman, for help. He said the Commandant was a personal friend and a commissioning shipmate from INS Brahmaputra and he would gladly speak to him. Soon after, the Commandant, Vice Admiral Gurcharan Singh, got in touch with me and said a guest room had been reserved for us.

So Akhila and I found ourselves ensconced in the "Hermitage", and after a game of golf at the Jourovlov Golf Course where I learnt the game 60 years ago, sat ringing out the old and ringing in the new year in nostalgic surroundings for me and moderate temperatures of 16*-30* Celsius and AQI less than 100. 

'Bye 2024, Hi 2025!