Monday, July 29, 2013

The Golden Hen

A REVOLUTION IS A CHOICE

 

It was during the release of my Book “Passion for Courage – A Winner’s Creed”, that Lt Gen H B Kala, PVSM, SC, AVSM author of a seminal work on leadership in the army, had ascribed its contents to be cynical. The Book is a compilation of my writings during service and states matters as they were/are, without either air brushing and doing a snow job on the perceptions or else tweaking the facts to give these a subjective interpretation. Neither is the writing judgmental. It simply and forthrightly puts across events and happenings as these occurred in my service career in various ranks and the transgressions, attributed to those who draw authority from the organization, even when the same is not ennobled by principles and military values. When the hedge starts feeding on the lawn, the algorithm perpetuates destruction and results in a veritable disaster, which impinges upon the rights, duties, privileges and interests of all concerned. None comes out better from such happenings and the organizational structure takes an avoidable beating, which insidiously assails its beliefs and culture. That, there were a trail of incidents which involved senior rank officers of the Army and the Armed Forces in venality and financial impropriety and covertly continue to do so, is a testimony to the fact that this is more a matter of an opportunity, when the possibilities of being caught , discovered and punished are remote. Character does not assert its force and influence to prohibit one from acting in an unrighteous manner. This is the reality which obtains in our National scenario, with miniscule exceptions. While this was/is said of the Forces, where the situation is comparatively far better than what exists in the civil environment; and its many functional departments is woeful and pathetic, to say the least. Thus, the palpable contempt for the acceptable standards of morality that, occupy space in our professional, personal and social dealings. Pessimism is a natural consequence of such feelings and cynicism does eke out an existence for itself.

It is in keeping with the same assumption regarding the surmise and events, which continue to delineate, define and shape the course that the country is taking, which are extremely  appalling and disconcerting. Governance, what to talk of it being good? Has become a big liability for those who are in power at the helm, whether in the States or else the Center. Today, Democracy has become our Constitutional fault line, which is working towards the detriment of sustaining India as a Nation State. Political equality, in the absence of social and economic equality has become our albatross, which is slowly but surely taking the country towards a vortex of doom and disaster. The system of government, which we have adopted and lived through with 65 years of our young democracy, is much too evolved and several notches higher than what we are deserving of.  India as a democratic republic is not delivering and working in the manner it ought to. When children die by falling into open boreholes, get poisoned by taking food prepared in schools under government schemes, are malnourished, people die because of potholes on roads, get electrocuted owing to poor construction and drainage on city roads, human life is lost owing to wanton plunder of natural resources that predisposes a catastrophe, sub standard infrastructure causes loss of property and life and a long list of  an apathetic attitude towards the people’s needs and rights; then accountability rests with the government and non other. This and worse has been the state of affairs, which has engulfed the country, ever since corruption got institutionalized and politics criminalized.

The country has slowly but surely become bereft of character, wherein venality is all pervasive and it is more a matter of an exception than a rule, to find righteousness in any walk of public life. The political class and the bureaucracy have prospered in a quagmire of amorality and its nexus with the corporate community has siphoned public money and resources to its exclusive benefit and advantage. Today, we stand divided by religion, caste and class, which has been manipulated in a diabolical game of vote bank politics. The presumption, which many have about India succumbing to a multi faceted implosion that is embedded in its Democratic Republic Government, has a very sanguine possibility to be proved correct. Ours could very well be the case of the “Golden Hen, Which Laid the Golden Egg”. We will destroy the concept of India by subscribing to the nobility of democracy. While other Nations are moving from authoritarianism towards democracy, we have so misused and abused our democracy through our elected representatives that, the converse may well be the preferred choice for India. No more should the people of India tolerate the insensitivity and complete absence of empathy in its elected representatives and the cringing bureaucracy, which provides the edifice to the government. The people must weigh the option of collapsing under the burden of democracy or else nurturing a hope of living in a country , which gives it good governance, even if it is outside the framework of the hallowed panacea of democracy.  

The time has come for the country and its people to come together and rise against the reprehensible ploy of those who are in political power. A revolution could well be the choice that must get exercised, for INDIA to survive.

Brigadier  (retd) S D Dangwal

5339 W 64th Street


Edina, Minneapolis, Minnesota 55439

Friday, July 19, 2013

Those NDA Days

THE BRILLIANCE OF SMS AND GD


To start off with, we had with us Surendra Mohan Singh Rathore of Sainik School Kunjpura, Karnal in India Squadron. The innate sense of humour, its timing, sense of rhyme and poetry and a vast collection of comic incidents involving his teachers, which he brought with him from school had in it the makings of an accomplished stand up comedian; much before the hackneyed artists in the dime a dozen shows, which one gets to see on the sponsored pay channels of Indian TV. At a time when we as first termers were finding our bearings and looking as lost as one can be, in the enormity of the NDA and its labyrinthine corridors; SMS, as he had been christened by us all, was busy studying the mannerisms and idiosyncrasies of seniors, appointments, instructors, teachers and officers in an effort to imbibe their gait, speech, accent, grammar, delivery, body language, expressions and humour in the officiousness of authority, as was wont to be their charge. When, the spirits were low and the body exhausted from physical extremes such as we had never experienced, and the strains of ‘IF’ were our sole hope of “even this shall pass”, SMS used to draw upon his huge talent and facility to make light of almost everything. The drudgery and pain of the moment used to be trashed in the humour produced by him. A hearty burst of laughter or else a quiet chortle on our lips when in the presence of officialdom, was an ideal rejuvenator which restored sanity in our beings amidst a barmy assortment of organizational hierarchy. Sandesh Kumar Prashar, an alumnus of St George’s College Mussoorie, whose father Lt Col Prithvi Chand, MVC is more popularly known in the annals of military history as the saviour of Ladhak, was our course senior. He had the unique ability to speak without opening his mouth and words slipped from between one side of his lips, in a mystery of human architecture and wonder of bio mechanics. Sandy is a dear friend and this is meant to be in the spirit of camaraderie, than fun at his cost. No hard feelings, brother. SMS was always rubbing Sandy on his uniqueness and caricaturing him in his actions and we all then being wet behind the ears, made the former an object of our devious entertainment.
The NDA was then a destination of posting for one of its most exciting and well remembered Deputy Commandant, Colonel Hari Kishan Kumar Shukla of the Kumaon Regiment. He along with his wife were the most visible faces to be seen snooping around Squadrons after lights out. For those cadets who had something going on for them in the privacy of their cabins with the venetian blinds pulled down and closed, the sudden appearance of HKK Shukla would jolt them out of their skins and jump into spontaneous attention. In a brief period of his having been around in the NDA, HKK had carved a reputation for himself as a Mr ‘X’. A movie character played with great élan by the doyen of Hindi cinema, Ashok Kumar Ganguly. One who could appear anytime in the most improbable of places to pounce upon those who transgressed rules. HKK and his wife were more of nocturnal people who roamed the avenues, boulevards and esplanades of NDA in the olive green coloured Chevrolet Staff Car, which was driven by an overtime paid civilian driver. Hailing from the ancient culture of Awadhi lifestyle, HKK and his wife were very fond of chewing on tobacco flavoured pan and betel nut, the juice from which often trickled down their chin whenever they attempted to speak. Quite reminiscent of the manner in which ‘Lucknavi Nawabs’ of yester years looked and spoke when watching nautch girls doing a seductive mujra. It was in those days of our stay here that another blessing visited India Squadron, in the person of Gagan Deep Bakshi,who was transferred from Charlie to India Squadron. GD as we all know him from those days is another talented and gifted person, who complemented SMS in their joint ability to mimic and caricature people.
SMS and GD had made it their one point agenda to lampoon HKK, whenever an opportunity to do so presented itself. The campfires and end of term socials were occasions when the two would combine their talents to have fun at the Deputy Commandant’s cost. It was no surprise that the audience would then be tickled and entertained as never before and the venue would often witness a roar of laughter coming from the cadets, officers and their wives. This phenomenon had become so commonplace that, the Academy authorities had to resort to passing a gag order on SMS and GD from any further Lampooning of HKK. But the two, incorrigible as they were then, continued to devise and manufacture opportunities to take on HKK and publicly snicker at him, under the subterfuge of entertainment. The famous parody of our times in the NDA, which Chortled HKK was written and sung by this duo and it ran thus – “Koi Bhi D Day Hota Nahin Hai Poora, Jab Tak Na Dekha Deputy Ka Chhera”.
It was during the time of Rear Admiral RK Batra as Commandant, that the NDA Day was to be celebrated among other things, with a fancy dress item presented by cadets in the main entrance to the revered SUDAN BLOCK. No one knew what was to happen at the fateful evening and fancy dress presentations were made in the alphabetical order of Squadrons. Mediocrity soon gave way to brilliance when it was the turn of India Squadron, to hold centre stage. Nothing happened for a while and the SCC and CSM anxiously looked around for the dramatis personae to arrive. But still there was no sign of anyone in the vicinity, till the lone yellow and black coloured taxi which used to be parked in the GOLE market was spotted approaching the venue from the NTT short cut road. It was driven by Pillai, its owner and making way for it to pull over at the steps of the SUDAN BLOCK was a smartly dressed GD in Walking Out, shouting aloud “Make Way”. None knew who was inside the car and what the matter was. Then the door was opened by GD and SMS emerged from it dressed in a white lungi, OG shirt with the badges of rank of a Colonel and full accoutrements including the Sam Browne belt of those days and a Peaked Cap with the distinctive red band around it. The feet were in slippers and a baton was tucked under his left armpit. Over his shoulders was slung an NDA issue satchel and a barber’s sling bag, with all its tools inside. The NDA satchel had a measuring tape and a pair of tailors scissors inside. SMS’ hair, as was visible under the Cap was suitably whitened to give him the resemblance of HKK and a trickle of pan juice adorned his mouth and chin. The Academy broke out into a roar of laughter and this became SMS’ cue to enact the character of HKK, complete with expletives, bullshit, gesticulations and finger pointing. At some he would dig into his bag to recover the barber’s scissors and chop a lock here and a curl there, while at others he would open his measuring tape to measure the bottom width of their mufti and walking out trousers. And doing so, he climbed up the stairs to confront HKK. The piece de resistance of this play acting was when SMS bent down to measure HKK’s trouser bottoms and said that since these were not regulation pattern 18” wide, these would have to be chopped off with the scissors that he was wielding. The Academy was bursting at its seams, the ladies were falling over each other in a hysteria of laughter and HKK though red faced with embarrassment was shaking hands with SMS for his brilliant lampoon act. Mrs Batra, the Commandant’s wife couldn’t help but hand over the best prize to SMS, who had become the bête noire of HKK.
SMS and GD continued to shock and lampoon seniors and officers even while they were in the IMA, Dehra Dun. GD, when he had just joined the IMA as a fresher in the third term, impersonated the Duty Officer and got the BCA of Charlie Battalion front rolling, in front of Imphal Company barracks. These two did what most cannot even dream of, but survived  owing to their daring and faith in their expertise, which defies odds even when these were loaded against them. This is what made them good and gifted officers who lived their careers with forthrightness and gumption. When the history of India Squadron is written, the names of SMS and GD will always have a place for themselves in its pages, adjacent to NJC Nair; another hero who immortalised the credo of the NDA ‘SERVICE BEFORE SELF’.
 Brigadier Sarvesh Dangwal
7554/ 39 / India Sqn


Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The Truth Catches Up

KALMADI SHOWN THE DOOR FOR GOOD

While the supposed final nail in the coffin of the credentials of Mr Suresh Kalmadi, as a sports aficionado and administrator has been put, with his loss in the elections held to select the President of the Amateur Athletics Association of Asia (AAA); it is a wonder when the investigating and judicial authorities in the country will charge and prosecute him for his intent to cheat and criminally profit from contracts, given to suppliers during the 2010 Commonwealth Games. It is said of the law that it moves like an ass, but the prolonged delay in framing a charge sheet to proceed against Kalmadi for his acts of commission and omission is a tad too long and inexplicable. The tragedy of the country is its recalcitrance and dithering to act against venal and criminally culpable politicians, goons who help make the fortunes of politicians, celebrities and those corporate houses, which curry favour with the league of scoundrels.
The memory of Kalmadi, shown on television and threatening the channel with a defamation suit in the courts of the Capital, seems so ironical now, with his stature and power cut to size by his political party and the Indian Olympic Association (IOA), which he headed for 15 years. His, probably last attempt to resurrect himself as a sports administrator, by seeking a fourth tenure as President of the AAA did not work out for him. Even though he has the reputation of being able to pull the rabbit out of the hat, his defeat must have surprised quite a many of those whom he had cultivated by dispensing favours and offering freebies, while he was in power and wielded authority. One wonders if providence intervened in the process of these elections, wherein 7 votes were declared invalid in a close margin of 20 - 18, which Brigadier Hamad won. The result of these elections was a great relief for the sportspersons of India, who were saved their dignity and pride. Kalmadi, would no more haunt and cast his pompous shadow over the firmament of athletics, which had at one time propelled him to his grip over the coveted chair of President IOA.
The fall of Kalmadi from grace was as meteoric as was his rise, when he rose from the ranks of the Youth Congress into mainstream politics and jettisoned his association with his mentor and Maratha strongman Sharad Pawar, to create his own coterie and political following. His tenure as a parliamentarian brought him into the corridors of power in Delhi and like some others of his ilk, was sucked into the power game of sports administration. His first port of entry was the Indian Amateur Athletics Association (IAAF), from where he leap frogged into the domain of the IOA and held sway till he was put into the Tihar Jail, in the wake of alleged corruption charges slapped against him by the country’s top investigating agency, the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI).
Kalmaid’s political fortunes were on the rise and he even held the portfolio of a Railway Minister in Rajeev Gandhi’s government. He had very assiduously cultivated his parliamentary constituency, Pune and continues to represent it in the Lok Sabha. The Congress – NCP alliance government, which is presently in Maharashtra, has in it Kalmadi loyalists from Pune. Therefore, quite understandably, there was a mass demonstration and rallies were taken out in support of Kalmadi, when he was released on bail from the Tihar Jail. To his following, this man could do no wrong and had given to Pune its modern look and infrastructure. One wonders, what will be the outcome, when he contests the general elections, which are just around the corner in 2014. Given the standing of the pathetic opposition to the Congress Party’s most likely candidate, which most probably will be Kalmadi, it is unlikely that he could be defeated and will yet again be elected to the Lok Sabha. It seems, corruption continues to remain a non issue with the Indian electorate, which discounts this failing in our polity as a minor lapse.
However, irrespective of what happens in the battle of the ballot, as and when it takes place: the Indian sporting fraternity is happy and pleased with the outcome of the result to the post of the President AAA. It now seems that all routes for Kalmadi’s return into sports administration have been effectively blocked. To me personally, this gives great joy because while I was in service in the Army Sports Control Board (ASCB), he handed out very shoddy treatment to those who stood up to his devious machinations and realpolitik in Indian sports and indulged those who were willing to suck up to his fiat, even when it was detrimental to the interests of the parent organization they served in and sports. Kalmadi, had a knack of cultivating those who were weak of spine and convictions and sucked up to him for egotistical reasons. He used his protocol as a parliamentarian to exploit the resources of the Army and the Services and gave scant respect to the organizational hierarchy. Of course part of the blame rests with those who were happy to ride his bandwagon, but that was how he practiced his expediency and politics in sports management and administration.
 It is a welcome news for the country, that the heavyweight which Kalmadi had become in the firmament of Indian Sports, has finally been shown the door.  
Brigadier S D Dangwal
5339, W 64th Street

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