Trivandrum -- (1979-1982) : When the Army is not fighting a war , it is supposed to be training itself for the same. And if one sweats more in peace, one will bleed less in war. And that dictum came true at Trivandrum as our battalion was put through a rigorous regimen of training, which was conducted either in the unit training area, on the sea shores of Kerala and Tamil Nadu, or in the jungles of Karnataka. We also traveled to the hot and dry deserts of Rajasthan once a year for taking part in the battle simulation exercises. Once again traveling by Military Special trains from Trivandrum to Rajasthan and back which took ten days either way. Apart from training, our battalion also played host to number of visiting dignitaries who would go around visiting temples, beaches and other places of tourist interest in and around Trivandrum.
After we had spent some time at Trivandrum, our Army Commander [this time the actual one], Lieutenant General RD Heera, expressed his desire to visit our location. It is a common practice that whenever a very high ranking dignitary is scheduled to visit a unit or a formation, his or her protocol file is forwarded there a few days in advance. The file mentions all the likes and dislikes of the visiting dignitary. It specifically indicates the food habits. The Army Commander was our biggest boss, next only to the Army Chief. Naturally, the whole cantonment was in a spin. The file, containing the likes and dislikes of the GOC - in- C and his wife, had reached our immediate higher headquarters at Trivandrum well in advance and we had gone through it many times over, so as not to miss out on any thing. There was an item mentioned as shower curtain. I was part of the group of officers deputed to see the arrangements in the MES Inspection Bungalow (army equivalent of a VIP guest house) where the visiting couple was to stay. Everything else was in order, except for that damn shower curtain, which was not available anywhere in the market (now of course those are available, dime a dozen, even on some of the pavement bazaars). We hunted for the shower curtain in every nook and corner of Trivandrum city but could not lay hands on one. We were about to give report of the same to the Commanding Officer, that suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. I had a friend from Shimla, Ashok Sood, who worked at a five star hotel located at Kovalam Beach near Trivandrum, as Front Desk Manager. While we used to visit the Kovalam beach quite often for our picnics, we also used to organise there small parties on the occasion of dining in or dining out for the incoming and out going officers of the unit respectively. More often than not the winding up coffee used to be at the Beach Resort, the five star hotel as mentioned above, courtesy Ashok Sood. I contacted my friend on telephone and sure enough, he provided us with a shower curtain, which we got duly fixed in the bathroom of the VIP suite of the Inspection Bungalow.
During the course of General Heera's stay, a dinner was hosted by our unit in his honour in our Officers' Mess. Once again different arrangements were entrusted to a number of officers of the unit. An officer was specially deputed in the bar to see the drinks arrangements. Our Battalion, which was raised in the year 1900, had the proud privilege of being in possession of some of the choicest of wines, which were preserved for special occasions. Once again a final inspection was carried out by the Commanding Officer. Everything was in order. The General and his wife were escorted from the MES IB to the Officers' Mess at the designated time. The CO welcomed them and asked the General for a drink. He spelt out his poison. When the lady was asked for her drink, she said that she would prefer tender coconut water. Hearing this, our CO's face fell for a moment. He signalled to the nearest officer and asked him to arrange for Mrs Heera's drink. Immediately the Subedar Adjutant (the JCO in charge of administration) was telephoned. Fortunately our unit area had a number of coconut trees. A working party of a few jawans was organised who climbed the coconut trees and chopped off some fruit. The lady was served with fresh tender coconut water, though, with a slight delay. While she took the first sip of her drink, I noticed our CO wiping away a tiny droplet of sweat off his brow with his index finger tip.
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After we had spent some time at Trivandrum, our Army Commander [this time the actual one], Lieutenant General RD Heera, expressed his desire to visit our location. It is a common practice that whenever a very high ranking dignitary is scheduled to visit a unit or a formation, his or her protocol file is forwarded there a few days in advance. The file mentions all the likes and dislikes of the visiting dignitary. It specifically indicates the food habits. The Army Commander was our biggest boss, next only to the Army Chief. Naturally, the whole cantonment was in a spin. The file, containing the likes and dislikes of the GOC - in- C and his wife, had reached our immediate higher headquarters at Trivandrum well in advance and we had gone through it many times over, so as not to miss out on any thing. There was an item mentioned as shower curtain. I was part of the group of officers deputed to see the arrangements in the MES Inspection Bungalow (army equivalent of a VIP guest house) where the visiting couple was to stay. Everything else was in order, except for that damn shower curtain, which was not available anywhere in the market (now of course those are available, dime a dozen, even on some of the pavement bazaars). We hunted for the shower curtain in every nook and corner of Trivandrum city but could not lay hands on one. We were about to give report of the same to the Commanding Officer, that suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. I had a friend from Shimla, Ashok Sood, who worked at a five star hotel located at Kovalam Beach near Trivandrum, as Front Desk Manager. While we used to visit the Kovalam beach quite often for our picnics, we also used to organise there small parties on the occasion of dining in or dining out for the incoming and out going officers of the unit respectively. More often than not the winding up coffee used to be at the Beach Resort, the five star hotel as mentioned above, courtesy Ashok Sood. I contacted my friend on telephone and sure enough, he provided us with a shower curtain, which we got duly fixed in the bathroom of the VIP suite of the Inspection Bungalow.
During the course of General Heera's stay, a dinner was hosted by our unit in his honour in our Officers' Mess. Once again different arrangements were entrusted to a number of officers of the unit. An officer was specially deputed in the bar to see the drinks arrangements. Our Battalion, which was raised in the year 1900, had the proud privilege of being in possession of some of the choicest of wines, which were preserved for special occasions. Once again a final inspection was carried out by the Commanding Officer. Everything was in order. The General and his wife were escorted from the MES IB to the Officers' Mess at the designated time. The CO welcomed them and asked the General for a drink. He spelt out his poison. When the lady was asked for her drink, she said that she would prefer tender coconut water. Hearing this, our CO's face fell for a moment. He signalled to the nearest officer and asked him to arrange for Mrs Heera's drink. Immediately the Subedar Adjutant (the JCO in charge of administration) was telephoned. Fortunately our unit area had a number of coconut trees. A working party of a few jawans was organised who climbed the coconut trees and chopped off some fruit. The lady was served with fresh tender coconut water, though, with a slight delay. While she took the first sip of her drink, I noticed our CO wiping away a tiny droplet of sweat off his brow with his index finger tip.
This post also forms part of series on my life journey. To read all the posts in this series, please click here.
