Thursday 27 July 2017

An Eulogy to a hero and leader par excellence-Cdr BN Kavina,Vrc

My Speech on the occasion of immersion of ashes of Cdr BN Kavina Vrc on 24 July 2017

   
I stand before you as a member of the prestigious Killers Family which has been in existence since the attack on Karachi during the 1971 hostilities with Pakistan. We have now lost another of the few remaining decorated sailors of the original Killer squadron, who lived to tell a tale. A tale of dedication, bonding ,camaraderie and professional competence.

Undoubtedly that level of bonding and loyalty to the squadron  would not have been achieved without the difficult conditions under which we were trained in a remote part of Vladivostok, that too on an island in 1969/70. Sequestered as we were with no liberty to leave the island except for a few hours on weekends, the secret nature of the city itself  and given the extreme temperatures of -32 C in winter, we learnt to survive together. Survival under harsh conditions, as the Army would tell us, bonds people like no other activity in ones life.

 Letters from home took more than a month to reach us via the embassy.  Married officers and sailors had no means to contact their families since telephones were rare to find and the cost of a call unaffordable. That is where we became comrades in arms. We learnt to eat what was served, live with scanty winter clothes and celebrate any occasion that would keep us happy. Thus living together and sharing  common spaces and joint activities helped us to bridge wide gaps  in seniority. It also enabled us to assess each other's strengths and weaknesses. The entire contingent at Vladivostok learned to trust each other. The fact that we were poised for combat operations further cemented our camaraderie.

LtCdr Bahadur Nariman Kavina  was one of the handpicked Commanding officers among the eight. I was the XO of the eighth boat , later to be named INS Veer. Our association commenced in 1969 and continued to grow even after his premature retirement in 1981.

As I now gather from Mrs Kavina , Farida, to us, just a day prior to his passing away, he enquired about the health of my wife Gita who is recovering from a surgery. That tells you how our association went well beyond retirement and even death as some would say.

Much has been said and written about the Killers. Let us not forget that Cdr Kavina was later the Commissioning Commanding officer of INS Hosdurg a Missile Corvette.   Capt, then Lt Prabhakar (Pubs)recalls that the Commanding Officer managed to maintain a smiling face and that he never saw him angry throughout the 28 months he served under him. However Cdr Kavina was known to be firm when required. One such example was when he refused to accept Hosdurg  from the Russians as one of her engines was sub optimal in performance . No amount of pressure from Delhi and Moscow would make him relent until the engine was changed.

Earlier when the Commissioning crew was being mustered at Mumbai and was preparing to complete departure formalities, Pubs had to face a dilemma. His wedding had been fixed during the pre departure preparation. Torn between the desire to commission a new powerful unit and his impending wedding, he apologetically broke the news to his Captain. To his utter surprise his CO said, "Pubs don't worry. Your wedding is more important in your life. Proceed on leave forthwith ." Pubs left two weeks before the wedding date with orders to return a week after his wedding.
Pubs goes on to add, when the ship was returning to India, soon after crossing the Suez canal, he was summoned to report to Captain's cabin. It was there that Pubs was told that his father at Bengaluru was very serious and that arrangements had been made for disembarking him at Aden from where he would fly back to India via Cairo. Capt Prabhakar declares that he practised what he learnt from Cdr Kavina during his command of Dunagiri. That is a great tribute to Cdr Kavina.

The 22 missile vessel squadron has from time to time invited us to partake in the annual Killers day celebrations during the navy week . Fortunately, many of us had gathered here in 2015 and that was the last speech delivered by Cdr Kavina to the Killer squadron. He was later given the opportunity to be present at the decommissioning ceremony of INS Nipat  as he was in Command of the original Nipat.

Coming now to the event today, I recall two quotes of General Patton during the second world war. "It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather, we should thank God that such men lived" unquote. It is the same General who had earlier said, " It is not your duty to die for your country. Your job is to make the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. " The Killer squadron did just that. In both operations Trident and Python, we lost not a single ship or sailor. The enemy  lost ships and sailors and Karachi was left burning.


Bahadur Kavina who later became a guide and guardian to both my wife and me, with whole hearted support of Farida, has shared every joyous occasion in our lives and equally our sorrows too. Young Carl and his sister Roshni gave us great pleasure  of babysitting them at Kochi in 1972.

 On a solemn occasion like this when the serving community has joined us to complete the formalities of Cdr Kavina's  last journey, I must clarify that ceremonial funerals and their procedures are laid down in our orders. Immersion of ashes is however left to the family as a private affair. In this case an exception has been made since he died in Australia during his annual visit to his children and grand children. That the navy accepted my suggestion to immerse his ashes from a Missile boat, speaks well of their credo, "We care."

To the serving community I have two messages. First, let me restate what  George Washington said a long time ago." The willingness with which young people are likely to serve in any war no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional to how they perceive the veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by the nation." 

To which I will add that until our nation as a whole learns to do that, let us, both, the serving and retired community, honour our heroes to the best of our abilities. The presence of men in uniform at functions such as these, is vitally important for morale of the fighting forces. The larger the gathering the more forceful will be our message that we care.
"Although no sculptured  marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stones bear records of their deeds ,yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honoured"

Second,  what is it that kept relations between my generation and Cdr Kavina's  going for so long, defying time and space.?
It is, I believe, as I quoted Gen Pershing on another occasion recently, " In a social order in which one person is officially subordinate to another, the superior if he is a Gentleman never thinks of it and the subordinate if he is a Gentleman never forgets it." Most such long lasting relationships of mutual trust and faith in each other's intentions have perhaps followed that adage or aphorism.

 Let us rise and give Cdr Kavina the most befitting "Teen Jai".



Wednesday 12 July 2017

A true story of little Chiya and of tri-service cooperation

Little Chiya returns to our fold
A True Story of Tri-Service Camaraderie and Loyalty
At my request that an officer from the Army or Air force be assigned to me as my Staff Officer, on my assumption of duties as Commandant of the prestigious National Defence Academy (NDA) in 2003, Squadron Leader Manish Jha reported to me. I was quite at home  with the tri-service culture having just relinquished my duties as the first Deputy Chief of Operations of the newly formed Integrated Defence Headquarters.NDA being the first tri-service training academy in the world, it was steeped in tri-service traditions and culture. Manish slotted in and hit the deck running to keep pace with hectic activities of the Academy.

This story is about  Chirul, affectionately called Chiya, his four year old daughter. In a matter of months, Anu, Manish's wife and Chiya became an extended family with Chiya accepting my wife Gita as naani and I, Naanu.

Tempus fugit-it was time to say goodbye. We were moving to the Southern Command of the navy and Manish was posted to the squadron at Jorhat, in the North East. It was then that the subject of a small apartment that I owned at an Army housing society at Pune came up for discussion. Sensing that we were unlikely to settle there, Manish proposed to buy it from me. We had no objections and the paper work was done expeditiously. Manish departed after he took over possession of the house. None of us knew what was in store for us!


We were updated on their progress on occasions of festivals and birthdays and all was well till the bad news arrived.

A cryptic message stated that Manish was no more. We remained in touch with Anu and Chiya through her, even as they wound up and moved to Lucknow, the house of Manish's parents.  I was in touch with my colleagues in the Air force during which, I shared some sensitive family details about Manish's parents and his apprehensions about their inability to care for the granddaughter. The Air force followed the legal procedures and preserved a copy of the will left behind by Manish.
         
A week later we were informed that Anu passed away under mysterious circumstances. The  case till today is sub judice. The last we heard was that Chiya was taken away by her maternal grandparents which tallied with the wish expressed by Manish in his discussions with us. That was 13 years ago. Chiya remained in our thoughts and prayers albeit with no communications or coordinates.

It was on 10 Jul this year that I received a call from Chiya. She was sobbing and trying to reach out to me. We never thought that a four year old would remember enough about us to recall every event at NDA with great clarity. She was finally the rightful owner of the house bought by her Father. An invisible hand with the support of well wishers from the Air force had ensured that her legal rights were protected. "Could you please come over to be present during the paper work?" she pleaded. I did not have the heart to tell her that her "Nani" was recovering from a surgery and was not fit to travel even the short distance that now separated us.

Chiya ran into my open arms. Here was a young teenager as old as my own granddaughter! That is when the third arm of the Indian armed forces entered the scene. Right through the legal battle to deprive Chiya of her rights, a retired Colonel who had ,by a strange coincidence worked with me at NDA and was known to Manish held the crucial honorary chair of the Secretary of the Army Welfare housing society which housed Chiya's flat. He firmly and resolutely refused to compromise on the conditions of Manish's will which clearly identified Chiya as the inheritor of the property. He was instrumental in giving my contact number to her and reuniting us. He stood by our side during all the paperwork ably supervised by her present guardian-the maternal grandfather.

Chiya had to be brought home to meet her "Naani". Needless to say it was a tearful reunion-tears of sadness and yet of joy.
Chiya astounded us in the presence of her grandfather by unfolding her memories of NDA. Every happy occasion, the clothes that were worn, the gifts that she received, the car that I drove and so on. Never in our wildest dreams did we credit a four year old to have such vivid memories and a strong resolve to reunite.

She goes back to Mathura to continue her college education. She wants to be a part of the Indian Airforce. Manish and Anu must be happy wherever they are!

This is the strength, bonding and camaraderie that exists in our Armed forces. We tend to look at all the negatives of our lives while forgetting that the real strengths are those that will see us through till our final journey.

God bless you Chiya!