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!

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

REMEMBERING MUMMY VIA TALAT MAHMOOD


Woke up this morning humming “Tasveer Teri Dil Mera Behela Na Sakegi”. Why did I dream of this 80 year old song which I had almost forgotten?

And then, it struck me, it was not just the song I was remembering but Mummy!

It was one of her favourite songs by a singer she was immensely fond of. I recall asking her “Who is your most favourite singer?” Her instant reply, “Talat Mahmood.”

Talat had a soft, mellifluous voice ideally suited for sad ghazals with wistful lyrics and Mummy loved that. One stanza from “Tasveer Teri…”-

“Main baat karunga to yeh khamosh rahegi

Seene se laga lunga to yeh kuch na kahegi

Aaram woh kya degi jo tadpa na sakegi

Tasveer teri dil mera behela na sakegi.”

‘Tasveer’ was the theme of another sweet ghazal with the lines-

“Dum bhar ke liye meri duniya me chale ao

Tarsi hui aankhon ko phir shakal dikha jao

Mujhse toh meri bigdi taqdir nahi banti, tasveer nahi banti

Tasveer banata hoon, tasveer nahi banti, tasveer nahi banti.”

A Talat song Mummy used to sing a lot was “Ae Dil Mujhe Aisi Jagah Le Chal Jahan Koi Na Ho.” Mummy was very particular about her two hours of siesta which Pitaji, my Nana, thought was a waste of time. So he used to tease her saying, “Bimlaji ko toh dinbhar khali yeh karna hai”- 

“ Jaa kar kahin kho jaoon main, neend aae aur so jaaun main…

Duniyaa mujhe dhudhe magar meraa nishaa koi na ho.”

A desire to be rid of sorrow and be in another place was brilliantly brought out in the following song-

“Ae mere dil kahin aur chal, gham ki duniya se dil bhar gayaa

Dhundh le ab koi ghar nayaa….

Chal jahan gham ke marey na hon, jhooti aashaa ke taare na hon

In baharon se kya faayeda, jismen dil ki kali jal gayi

Zakhm phir se haraa ho gayaa

Ae mere dil kahin aur chal.”

But what first drew Mummy to Talat could have been “Mera Jeevan Saathi Bichhad Gaya”-

“Kismet ne kiye jo dil pe sitam, do chahane vale mil na sakey

Kehne ko bahar ayi thi magar, do phool khushi ke khil na sake….

Lo khatam kahani ho gayi.”

Mummy must have paused, taken a second breath, mustered courage, put the past behind, and with the help of her loving and caring parents, began a new story.








Thursday, November 28, 2024

ADMIRAL CHATTERJI LIVES ON AT 110

In a message to me about the release of a book which was the outcome of the fifth research project undertaken by the National Maritime Foundation under the Admiral AK Chatterji Fellowship appropriately scheduled on the Admiral's 110th birth anniversary, 22 November 2024, his younger daughter Probhati, or Tuktuk as she is popularly known, wrote, "Daddy Lives On".

Of course he does, Tuktuk, and will continue to live as long as there is the Indian Navy (IN) for he was its architect. In 1947, at the age of 32 and newly promoted to the rank of Acting Commander, he was appointed as the first Indian Director of Naval Plans and produced a ten-year plan which envisioned a two fleet Navy, one for either coast each led by an aircraft carrier, and induction of submarines. That it took us forty years to acquire a second carrier only highlights his vision.

Plans need to be augmented and kept up-to-date with latest technologies. So when the Admiral learnt of the success of the Russian-built missile boat of the Egyptian Navy in sinking the Israeli frigate "Eilath" in 1967, he, by then Chief of the Naval Staff (CNS), immediately went for the acquisition of 8 Osa class missile boats from the USSR. Fittingly, the IN named them AK boats after the Admiral's initials. The boats arrived in 1970, well in time for the 1971 War in which they were used innovatively to bring glory to the Indian Navy. Throttling of the erstwhile East Pakistan by the carrier Vikrant and havoc caused by the missile boats in on ships and installations in Karachi harbour brought Pakistan down on its knees in less than a fortnight of war.

Remarkably, Chatterji, then a Vice Admiral, became the Naval Chief at the age of 51, the Indian Navy's first full Admiral at 53 and after 4 years as CNS, retired at the age of 55. Compare this with the present retirement age of the CNS at 62. It is also interesting to note that he was given command of the cruiser Delhi, then the largest ship in the IN, as an acting Captain at the age of 35 at which naval officers are generally Lieutenant Commanders sweating to get the command of a small ship. His brilliant shiphandling with a stern-first approach in Malta harbour won him high praise from British Admirals.

I was fortunate to be chosen by the Admiral as his Flag Lieutenant (ADC) when he was Commandant, National Defence College, in 1965. Personally, I found him to be a very likeable senior officer while being a thorough professional who would suffer no fools. He was mindful of his personal image and lived by setting an example. For instance, in those days, officers were not permitted to use the staff car from home to office and back. The Admiral would drive his own white Fiat (was the number 3600!) to the College where the Flag Lieut and a driver would receive him at the porch and the latter would take over and park the car.

One thing the Admiral was very sensitive about was the spelling of his surname. He ended it with 'i' and would get very upset when people misspelt it with double 'ee' even though his two brothers, also in the Navy, spelt it that way!

In parties, the Admiral would enjoy himself and mix around freely. When the time came to leave, he would seek Mrs Chatterji and say, "Madhobi, barhi chaalo", which became popular parting words throughout the Navy..

All along, I had kept in touch with Admiral and Mrs Chatterji and the family who I knew very well.  His elder daughter Purobi (Bula) and her husband Deb Mukharji of the Indian Foreign Service were married while I was in the NDC and whenever I meet them, I am quick to remind them that I had played a large part in organising their wedding ceremony. Tuktuk and her husband Shantanu Mukherjee were with us in Singapore where the latter was heading the Air India office. After retirement, all of us settled in Delhi and continued to meet.

Admiral and Mrs Chatterji called us often for a meal and in many of them, they would invite all the previous Flag Lieuts. Admiral himself loved to cook and would proudly announce his contribution to the meal, generally the sweet dish 'Sondesh'.

And so, we kept on visiting and meeting them. On one visit, the Admiral was unwell. He said he had been to a party the previous night where people forced him to drink and eat more than usual. Mrs Chatterji would have none of that and said, "Don't blame others. How can anyone stuff a drink or food in your mouth?"

Mrs Chatterji was full of stories and the best one is this. Mrs Chatterji's parents approached young Adhar's parents to fix their match and the latter asked for her horoscope. On getting their Purohit's approval, Adhar with his two brothers were sent to meet Madhobi and her parents. Adhar was instructed to dress in kurta and dhoti while the brothers were in shirts and trousers. The meeting was a brief, shy one with little talk and no introductions which were taken for granted. A few days later, Adhar was told to go to Madhobi's house and return the horoscope. This time he was casually dressed and Madhobi met him at the door, took the horoscope, thanked him and closed the door. Madhobi's parents asked her who had come. She said, "Oh, the Purohit who had come with the two Chatterji brothers brought the horoscope back but why was he not in his traditional dhoti and kurta today?"

Yes, the Admiral lives on and so does Mrs Chatterji.