Monday, 4 June 2018

My Love Story




IT is exactly 60 days since I lost my dearest possession of my life. Ironically it was 46 years ago that in an old quaint theatre in the Naval base at Kochi that both of us- newly married,watched the movie Love Story. No, it is just a sad story I thought. Cancer takes away a young wife.It was moving enough for Geeta to cry inconsolably. Many in the theatre were crying . The theme song would make anyone remotely connected with the theme cry!

But then the song became so popular that much like the hit songs of Bollywood, one heard it playing over and over again. Perhaps many of the current generation have heard the song.  It was etched in my memory not only for its lyrics but due to the ambiance of the thatched roof theatre for officers and men of the Navy. There was no Television at home and the latest Hindi movies were shown in theatres in town. But the base theatre was special. It did have regular shows for Hollywood hits too. Easy on the pocket when your take home pay was just Rs 400. A very disciplined crowd. The Officers were seated at the back on cane chairs-some times with bugs crawling out. But who cared!

KV was my immediate neighbour in a hired house opposite the Cochin shipyard. The Yard did not exist. Was it a mere coincidence that he too lost Lakshmi, his dearest possession a few years before mine. Geeta could not speak to KV to console him for well over a year. Much against statistical odds, we were to be neighbours twice more at Mumbai.  Lakshmi and Geeta were inseparables- perhaps they have joined hands again Now watch the song.......  Love Story Video





    

Friday, 18 May 2018

CHEMO OR NO CHEMO THE PERENNIAL DILEMMA


India has unexplored options

It all started in April 2016. My vivacious, loving and caring wife of 44 years with two children in their 40s and four grand children in their teens, began to lose weight. As a measure of tracking our health after retirement, routine blood checks were a norm at intervals of six months. Both of us were free of sickness of any description until one such routine blood check   in April 2016 revealed that her blood sugar levels had suddenly gone through the roof. A repeat test to rule out inconsistencies in computing the results confirmed that it was notably high. Visit to an Endocrinologist was the pressing option. In hind sight, no Doctor asked why it was a sudden occurrence. Metformin was prescribed along with strict sugar free diet. All seemed to be well with the blood sugar levels dropping to acceptable limits. 

By the end of 2016 the discomfort with increasing pain in the upper stomach radiating to the back and acute digestive complaints began to dominate her hitherto peaceful and joyful life. It is at this stage I shall link my story to my blog which narrates the first part of her journey through cancer. That it was declared a non-malignant pancreatitis in June 2017 is explained http://scsbangara.blogspot.com/2017/06/miracles-do-happen-from-malignant-to.html

Weight loss and pain from here on was consistent and if anything, on the increase. Repeated visits to specialists failed to alleviate the deteriorating status of her health.

Pain management became the first priority at this point. From June to September as care givers to her, my daughter and I found it debilitating to see her on regular pain killers ranging from Ultracet to Narcogen. The original diagnosis of non- malignancy began to be questioned even as we struggled with palliative pain management techniques called coeliac Plexus Block consisting of CT guided injection. That too failed to relieve pain.

A tumour board of oncologists reviewed the case and found it necessary to recommend two immediate procedures. Firstly, since an open surgery was resorted to for the samples that proved to be non- malignant, a EU guided intervention to establish the status of the tumour. Secondly  since her bilirubin count was on the rise with Jaundice setting in rapidly, PTBD/stenting was to be done.

By end September 17 it was categorically established that Gita had pancreatic cancer. The only known therapy was chemo and radiation. By then she had lost over 20 kgs of weight, she had acute jaundice, her blood sugar was being contained and her blood pressure had risen and her thyroid readings were abnormal. A combination of all this   prevented immediate commencement of chemo. Chemo and Radiation are the only options available in modern medicine.

During the course of this journey, I had ceased all commitments and activities and with the constant help of my daughter,son and my daughter-in-law, was deeply involved in care giving and understanding alternate medical cure which has been practiced  in India for centuries. Having been born before independence and having spent my early childhood in remote coffee growing plantations, an enduring memory was the total absence of pharmacies and Doctors in the immediate vicinity. It was rare for anyone who suffered illness not to be cured with herbal and organically produced food. Every illness had an immediate remedy. Jaundice as known to the West was cured with well identified juice of certain leaves. It was a well-known fact that animals and humans consumed similar herbal medication to remain healthy and physically fit. Sadly, the quality of medication depended on how well the knowledge transfer occurred between the Vaid and his selected successor. Since science and technology as known to the West was inaccessible to assess the success rate of cure and documentation along with record keeping was not mandatory, the trust reposed in the Vaid played an important role in overcoming the illness.

As it happened Gita needed medical attention and yet her body would not tolerate chemical intervention including pain killers. Yes we needed modern tools for immediate suppression of pain or to stabilize a critically ill patient. Rightly or wrongly, the family with Gita’s active participation decided that Ayurveda should form the backbone of her treatment while lab results and emergency care should be sourced from well known Hospitals. Now began the hunt to select a Vaid.

It is here that I would like to underline the process and its infirmities and strengths.  It is well known that Ayurveda has centuries of experience in well-structured methodologies and mechanism for identifying and administering medication. BUT, just as we need to identify good Doctors, we also need to carry out a critical assessment of available expertise in Ayurveda and Homeopathy. We used the following matrix;

  • ·       Can we assess the success rate of cancer cure through identifying the survivors and interview them?
  • ·       Is there a known channel such as whats app group which could facilitate communication with known Vaids ?
  • ·       Is the Vaid notorious for commercial exploitation of patients or is it a mission due to circumstances that enabled his acquisition of knowledge.
  • ·       Is he capable of understanding relative strengths of modern medicine and interpreting lab reports and scan results? 
  • ·       Does he have an open mind to accommodate suggestions?
  • ·       Finally, does he have the patience and time to have detailed discussions on patient’s reactions and tweaking of the medicines as appropriate.
By early October we had found the Vaid who met our QRs.  From then to the day Gita passed away we had the most satisfying and educative relationship with an octogenarian missionary who took to Ayurveda after he lost some close family members to this dreaded disease. Ayurveda does not believe that it is a disease. It is called a cell disorder which is eminently curable. Pancreatic cancer is a challenge and as known to many, both Homeopathy and Ayurveda do not claim to suppress pain. They treat the source of the malady.

Now I turn to what happened from October 17 to April 18. Lessons learnt by us form the integral part of this narration. It may throw up many more questions but that is how life is. No one guarantees that the patient will live but the quality of life during the healing process ought to be what the body can sustain with minimum intake of chemicals.

In end Oct 17,Herbal treatment with strict dietary restrictions commenced soon after examination of available CT Scan and PET Scan results. Our first detailed assessment with Gita in attendance was meticulous, incisive and interactive. At no stage did the Vaid give us an impression that he knew it all. His knowledge of interpreting lab results and other diagnostic tools indicated his ability to correlate scientific data with the whole-body approach adopted by our ancient practices. It was in stark contrast to the highly opinionated super specialist of a Hospital who listens less than he speaks. Most specialists spend the least amount of time with the patient and speak only on the area of their specialization. Ayurveda, as we understood was rooted in the belief that every part of the body is interconnected. When anyone of the parts is tinkered with it has significant impact on other parts too. Quantum physics and the approach to medical science as a consequence has many similarities with Ayurveda. Most of the drugs administered in hospitals have chemicals which are intrinsically rejected by the human body.  The latest statistics of death caused by Adverse Drug Reactions (ADR) are now being documented for posterity. Pain killers are normally unwelcome since they cause irreparable damage to the liver and kidney. However, patients suffering with pancreatic cancer have little option but to suppress pain to the extent possible.

Since the diagnosis in this case was delayed due to many reasons, we were faced with the dilemma of how to reduce the intake of pain killers. Ultracet, Ketrol and later Narcogen had left indelible scars in her body. Severe allergies were just one manifestation. In this context, let me dwell on pain management which becomes the backbone of patient’s comfort and her ability to participate in the treatment of the illness.

While the onset of pain was predictable due to the potency of the drug, it became necessary for my daughter and I to closely observe Gita’s conduct. Facial expression, body movements and energy levels were indicators to watch 24/7. By trial and error, we devised a combination of Reiki and acupressure techniques to ease the pain soon after its advent. By a constant tweaking process, we ensured that she suffered for the least possible duration of time. But, we were not able to materially reduce the dosage as the treatment had just begun. Time for absorption of herbal medication was a necessity.

The Vaid commenced simultaneous treatment for blood sugar, thyroid, blood pressure and jaundice.  Leaves of castor seed plants freshly picked three times a day were cleaned and juiced for a table spoon at a time. No refrigeration was permitted and it had to be fresh. That for instance was only for Jaundice. Similar herbal and other medication was to be administered almost every hour. 

By early December, all the parameters pertaining to the above were brought to normal as indicated by frequent blood tests and their analyses. No allopathic medicines except pain killers were required thereafter.

Using the principle that anything naturally grown or produced with no chemical addition is preferable, the Vaid had no objection to administering Hemp oil which is now available in India. In about a month, the pain management schedule began to show positive results. We were dreading the use of opiates which is normally the final pain reliever in this food chain. To our relief, the dosage of Narcogen and Ultracet reduced gradually till we reached one tablet a day and to zero tablets. This was a milestone event in her healing process. By February two more significant developments made us optimistic. Weight gain commenced and her tumour marker reading dropped to half its number.

We did not realise the downstream effects of continued pain killers of high potency for well over a year. Her kidney began to show signs of distress. Soon her heart began to pump less. Edema set in in all parts of her body and her protein levels dropped. To cut a long story short, despite critical care of hospitalization and ICU, she sank in the presence of all family members. She knew that she was going and had left behind very detailed instructions for all of us.

I lost my most valuable possession of my life. The pain does not permit me to give detailed readings of her body parameters during the remarkable journey through Ayurveda. I shall, after my recovery, share what little I have learnt from this experience.

What I know for sure is Western Medicine has no alternatives to Chemo and radiation. Looking back, would I have taken the Chemo route if given a chance. The answer is an emphatic NO. If anyone claims that he knows how the human body-the most complex mechanism ever created – works, tell him to work with alternative medicines and then assess whether he knows enough. Strangely a few Doctors that we had to interact with at reputed hospitals, supported our decision to use Ayurveda. That is a good sign for future application of shared knowledge to fight cancer, both to provide options, as also to make it affordable for those who are not covered by medical insurance or healthcare programmes.



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Thursday, 14 December 2017

The New Scorpene Class-INS KALVARI is Reborn

From Foxtrot To  Scorpene, INS Kalvari is Reborn
(Courtesy The quint )

In anticipation of the Golden jubilee celebrations of the Indian denizens of the deep, my article posted on 16 Feb, interalia, referred to the Scorpene class submarine. Now that her trials have been successfully concluded, the PM is scheduled to commission the first of the Kalvari class submarine. The golden jubilee of the submarine arm was celebrated at Vishakhapatnam with much fanfare and joy on 08 Dec when the President presented the colours to the submarine arm.

As is the tradition, Kalvari and her sister ships will be reborn. S50 is the pennant number of Kalvari. It so happened that the golden jubilee preceded it by six days. Consequently during the life of this submarine her commissioning date cannot be easily forgotten. These are rare coincidences that occur in history.

The original Kalvari was a Foxtrot class submarine of the former Soviet union. Here too there is a tale to tell. Given the long acquisition process that is endemic to decision making structures in India, we had approached the UK in early 1960s to provide us our first submarine. Our consanguineous neighbour on the West had beaten us to it, due to her close association with the USA. PNS Ghazi their first submarine, albeit second hand, was operational by 1963. She was capable of long deployment having gone around the cape of good hope for an upgrade to Turkey in 1968. Perhaps that was the main reason for deploying her off Vishakhapatnam during the 1971 war. That she sank just outside Vizag is now part of our maritime history.  

A hand- picked Indian submarine crew was deputed to the UK in 1964 , in anticipation of procuring the British Oberon class submarine. Mr YB Chavan the then RM was negotiating with USA and UK. The Americans flatly refused to provide naval hardware to India. The British, due to down scaling of their own Navy were unable to provide soft loans for the Oberon class. It was at this stage that the Soviet Union stepped in to rescue us and the rest is history. Kalvari was the first of eight Foxtrot class submarines to be commissioned into Indian naval service in Dec 1967.  

Those who proudly manned these Soviet built sturdy machines often spoke of the near perfect safety standards of the boat through inbuilt redundancies that kept her afloat during many an emergency. In all the Foxtrot submarines built and operated by first the Soviets, later the Russians and six international customers only one was lost to fire and explosion.

Having learnt to operate the Foxtrots under combat conditions too, our submariners graduated to the German SSK and the Russian EKM or Kilo class submarines with great ease.

The new Kalveri has been built by the Mazagaon docks at Mumbai under contract from DCNS of France. Although the yard had gathered invaluable experience from the Germans when two submarines of German origin (SSK) were built, the entire trained manpower was lost due to the termination of the project caused by alleged corruption in the deal.

The French stepped in two decades later but the project suffered inordinate delays due to contractual discrepancies. Consequently the force levels of operational submarines had to face depletion. Kalvari commenced her trials under a cloud when it was alleged that confidential parameters of her design were leaked due to  competing commercial interests .Reportedly, investigations have revealed that  vital parameters have not been compromised.


Given this background, commissioning of Kalvari is a long awaited event that should bring relief to this  professional arm of the navy. But that is just one part of the story. As early as in 1999, the navy had submitted a submarine build programme that needed a second line of production to sustain the existing force levels as also to maintain a credible operational profile of the conventional force. That plan has languished for almost two decades. Needless to say that long gestation periods for decision making and time line of manufacturing in India  can only lead to history repeating itself. Deja vu?

Monday, 7 August 2017

HOW GETTING A CREDIT CARD CAN BE MORE PAINFUL IN A PRIVATE SECTOR BANK

PUBLIC SECTOR BANK OUT PERFORMS PRIVATE SECTOR BANK

About two years ago, I shared my poor experience with ATM machines belonging to a private sector bank. It was titled, "Deceived by ATM or Bank?". It was  so well received that the Bank in question reacted to the public pressure  on social media and resolved the issue which until then appeared to have been buried without an answer!. The Bank also was sensitive to posts on FB and apparently had an efficient method of following complaints on social media.

The private sector bank now in question, has so far shown little concern to customer relations. I shall name the bank at the end of the article. Here goes my story.

A multinational bank which was handling my accounts was scaling down operations in India, which urged me to look for a private sector Indian bank to fill the void. I selected a bank with which we had no previous experience and one which needed to be tried based purely on its performance data available from open sources. Customer relations per se in India is yet to come of age. Poorly trained staff  appear to be the malaise in almost all sectors of Indian Industry and the private sector as a whole. My very first visit to a newly opened branch, confirmed my fears on the subject. Hence I decided to test the efficiency of the bank  over a period of time before committing more of my savings and investments after retirement. The financial sectors have realised that the best customers are retired pensioners who have very few financial burdens to carry.They are hence targeted for "lucrative schemes" as seen by the bank.

Having maintained a healthy balance in my savings account, I thought it was time to apply for a credit card of the same bank. An interesting category called "Business Regalia first" was my choice. My inquiries were well received and in a reasonable time frame, an agent arrived at my residence. Having satisfied himself that I am indeed an account holder, he got the paperwork completed briskly and claimed that under 10 days I should be a proud owner of the card.

In about three weeks, the card arrived by post. An impressive set of papers accompanied the card. It had detailed instructions on about four methods of obtaining the pin to operate the card. The tearless and digital friendly procedures outlined in the document lulled me into sanguinity-a state best avoided while dealing with such matters- as I was to discover soon.

Needless to say not one of the methodologies outlined in the instructions resulted in generating a pin.A standard response told me to visit an ATM or a branch to do the needful. Having failed at an ATM which would blank out at the very last step, I had no option but to visit the branch office. By now I had invested considerable time and effort to generate a pin.

The staff, more than one,tried all that was possible, including getting the customer care to help.You are all familiar how an automated message guides you to press various numbers just reach an operator.  I was left with no option but to visit the Manager. He too went through repeated attempts without success. He neither had the powers nor the ability to reach out to a senior officer of the appropriate section to help his own customer. So much for efficiency and delegation of powers to solve problems.


The point to note is that a pin was to arrive by mail for the additional card to be  activated. It never did.

After a few attempts on another day, 'Bingo' screamed the Manager. We got a four digit pin!! It was like a lost man in a desert who just found some waterhole which is not a mirage. Praise the Lord!!
I rushed to see whether it works at an ATM. It generated my balance statement using this very precious card issued by no less a bank than HDFC.

The very next morning, I used my card at an outlet for shopping. Rejected on three attempts for incorrect pin,I rushed to the manager to give him this news. Saturday, the second of the month,Bank closed! ATM has no money even to use my debit card. Incidentally, the ATM at this branch is mostly out of cash. Four out of five times, I use the ATM of another bank,located next door to get cash without fail.

Come Monday, I present myself to the horrified manager who has no answers but throws more questions as if to crucify me. Convinced that the issue which had become a riddle,was beyond the capabilities of the manager of a new branch opened at a business friendly center, I embarked on the next logical step.

Any well meaning organisation would have easily accessible, customer- friendly assistance mechanism. Not our bank. Try to complain and you will know what I mean. It starts at the lowest rung of the ladder and worse it will tell you why no action can be take for the next three days. The next mail will tell you what you already know and  in fact you are no wiser. But here is the catch. It will provide another mailing address which is a rung higher, should you have the patience to list your grievances all over again. You now express your deep resentment, for, only a yogi can survive with no anger for all the ill deeds and no apology from the bank. What is a month of inaction for a customer who has all the time to chase a four digit number?
The bank is always right -not the customer!!

In the interim i was flooded with messages that if i enter a temporary number until such and such date, I would be instantly blessed with a four digit number which will open the gates to heaven. My suggestion for a pin by mail was never implemented. Having made many such attempts at ATMs, I was not inclined to chase another mirage.

After well over a month of this tortuous journey,  this morning I received a call asking my concurrence to send me a pin by mail-a suggestion that I alluded to at every stage.. I told the lady at the other end that I was not begging for a credit card and I have come to the conclusion that I am banking at the wrong bank. SBI my parent branch has never given me cause to complain.

I merely told the poor lady that I had found a good shredding machine which at my command would instantly shred the revered Business Regalia card and give me immense pleasure.

I forgot to add, I visited the FB page of the bank, only to see scores of complaint pending for action. When I found a more discrete mode on FB, which promised early action, I received a message to state that I could reveal the branch details and that my identity would be fully protected if I state the facts as they unfolded. When will they overhaul the customer care process to make it flat and address the grievance of the customer-not protect the inefficient and insensitive people who tenant it?

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!