Friday, July 3, 2020

Super- Specialization

A rich man hired a maid who had said she had worked in a 5-Star kitchen.

Proud of her, he issued invitations for his friends to come and taste a dinner prepared by the 5-Star Cook.

He asked the maid to prepare a 5-Star dinner.

The maid replied she had specialized in snacks, so she could not prepare a dinner.

“Specialized in snacks...? What exactly did you cook...?” he asked her.

“Oh, I helped make the patties...” she replied.

“Well then, go ahead and make some nice patties for my guests...” the men said.

To his consternation the maid announced: 

“Oh No, I cannot make the entire patties. I “super-specialized” in chopping up the onions for the stuffing of the patties...”

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

The “Solution”

Dear Reader: 

Let me delve into my Creative Writing Archives  and pull out a story called “The Solution” I had written 9 years ago – in July 2011 

Here is the story – duly abridged and revised – for you to read

Fiction Short Story


“I don’t know how I am going to solve this problem...” Anil said.

Yes  Anil indeed had a big problem on his hands. 

The problem was his old father. 

Anil’s father had dementia  and it was getting worse day by day.

“At first it was okay. We could manage somehow. He used to forget  or talk incoherently – or have mood swings – or he would get disoriented a bit and need help doing things – we all tried our best to look after him  my wife  my two kids  all of us did the best we could. But now  he is becoming impossible to handle...” Anil said.

“I know...” I said, “it must be very difficult for all of you – especially your wife.”

“All these years – my wife really cared for my father with love and devotion – as if he was her own father. She tolerates all his idiosyncrasies and she looks after his every need  she has to bathe him, dress him, feed him  even take him to the toilet. Even when he got aggressive with her  she managed to calm him down. But after this morning’s incident  my wife has given me an ultimatum.”

“Ultimatum...?” I asked.


Dear Reader – before I continue the story – let me tell you what had happened that morning  and how this conversation with Anil began. 

I had gone to Pune Railway Station in the morning to receive my daughter who was arriving from New Delhi by the Duronto Express.

I was walking towards the over-bridge – when I spotted Anil’s father wandering aimlessly on Platform No. 1 – from where the Deccan Queen to Mumbai was about to leave. 

Suddenly  Anil’s father started walking towards the AC Coach – and he was about to board the Deccan Queen  when I stopped him. 

I caught hold of his hand  and I pulled him aside – just in time  before the train began to move

Anil’s father did not recognize me. 

He tried to pull his hand free – and when I tightened my grip  he gestured towards the moving train  and he started incoherently muttering at me: 

“Mumbai  Duty  Mumbai – Duty…”

Then – suddenly  Anil’s father got aggressive and he tried to violently break free. 

So  I raised an alarm  and with the help of some people  we overpowered him. 

Once he was overpowered  Anil’s father collapsed and he started weeping like a child.

I called up Anil  who rushed to the railway station  and we had to literally carry Anil’s father to the car. 

Suddenly the old man’s condition worsened  and it looked like he was having a seizure  so we rushed him to hospital  where they admitted Anil’s father into the ICU to keep him under observation.  

We sat outside the ICU. 

I felt sad for Anil and his father. 

Anil and I were “Railway Children” – who had grown up together in those typical Railway Townships which adorn big railway junctions all over India

Our fathers  both were Special Class Railway Apprentices from the same batch of SCRA  they were close friends – and – we luckily had many postings in the same places – so Anil and I became close friends too. 

After school – we – Anil and I – we both went to IIT – and now – both of us lived and worked in Pune. 

I felt sad for Anil’s father. 

In the prime of his life – as a distinguished Railway Officer – he had such a regal persona and a commanding personality – and now  dementia had reduced him to this misery in his old age.


Anil’s father lies sedated in the ICU.

Soon our wives – a few colleagues  and a few friends arrive.

We all stand in balcony outside the ICU of the hospital  brainstorming to find a solution to the problem.

“I cannot handle him anymore,” Anil’s wife says, “ever since Anil’s father got this dementia  the last few years have been hell for me. Anil goes out to work  the children go to school  but I have to live with Anil’s father all the time. I have to do everything – I have to suffer his tantrums – I have to even clean his shit  and now he does this – he just runs away from home and he gets lost. I can’t take it anymore – I will go crazy.”

“She needs a break,” my wife says to Anil, “why don’t you send your father to your sister’s place for a few days?”

“His sister?” Anil’s wife says mockingly, “as long as her father was fine she was the “doting daughter. Anil’s sister ensured that she got her share in her father’s property. Now that her father is sick  Anil’s sister is shirking her responsibility  and she has washed her hands off him. The last time she visited us I asked her to take her father to her house in Mumbai for a few days  so that we could get some respite  and do you know what Anil’s sister’s husband said?

“What?” my wife asks.
Anil’s wife says angrily: 

“Do you know what Anil’s sister’s husband said...? That selfish brother-in-law of mine said that he did not want an insane man in his house as it would affect his children and their studies.

“Yes – he said that. So – I asked my brother-in-law

What about our children...? Tell me  if it is not okay for you to have an insane man in your house – how is okay for us to have the same insane man in our house...? 

After hearing this – he and Anil’s sister just kept quiet. And since that day – they haven’t shown up. I hate Anil’s sister. She just pays lip serviceAll she does is call up once in a while  and then she tells the whole world how concerned she is about her father...” 

“That’s really very sad – but even today  it is the sons who are expected to look after their parents  especially the eldest son...” says a colleague of Anil  who has come to the hospital. 

And then – the colleague asks Anil: 

“You also have a brother  dont you...?”

“He is abroad – in America...” Anil says.

“That’s the best thing to do – escape abroad to a good life in America  and forget about your parents suffering back home in India.”

“Longevity is increasing – and these old people are becoming a big problem. In our colony almost everyone’s kids are in America  and their hapless parents spend a lonely existence with all sorts of health problems.”

“Don’t worry, Sir. At least your father is not as bad as my neighbour. The poor man’s brain cells are dying – and he is lying like a vegetable for the last 6 months with tubes inserted to feed him and take his stuff out...” a young girl says – she is a recently joined software engineer  and she tries to console Anil. 

The girl thinks that if she tells Anil of someone with a greater misfortune – maybe he will feel some consolation.

But unfortunately  it has the opposite effect – and Anil asks her: 

“Did he have dementia...? Will my father also become a vegetable...?”

“No – you don’t worry  nothing of that sort will happen. Your Dad will be okay...” I say – putting my hand on Anil’s shoulder.

“But we can’t keep your father at home in this condition. I cannot bear it any longer. I will just collapse one day. And now he has started getting aggressive. I am afraid of him – I will feel scared if he is at home...” Anil’s wife says.

“Why can’t we keep Anil’s father in hospital?” my wife asks.

“We can’t keep him in this hospital forever,” I say.

“Not this hospital.”

“Then which hospital...?”

“An institution. Where they can treat his mental problems.”

“A mental hospital...? You want me to put my father into a lunatic asylum...? My father is not a lunatic – he has not gone mad. Poor fellow has just got dementia  for which there is no cure...” Anil says angrily to my wife.

“Cool down Anil...” I say, “my wife did not mean to hurt you.”

My wife apologizes to Anil. 

We sit quietly till the Intensivist calls us – and the Doctor says: 

“He has stabilized now. All parameters are okay. We will move him to a special room later at night and keep him under observation. You can go home and relax now. We will look after him. You can take him home tomorrow morning.”

“You all go home...” Anil says, “I will stay with him in hospital and bring him home in the morning.”

“No...” Anil’s wife says, “I don’t want your father to come home in this condition. I am frightened of him. Suppose he gets violent or something...? Or he disappears again and he gets lost...? You will blame me. I cannot look after your father anymore. No. Please dont bring him home. You arrange something…”

On hearing the comments of Anil’s wife – the Intensivist looks at her in a perplexed manner  so I gesture to him that all is well  and  I say to Anil: 

“Okay Anil  you stay here in hospital  and we will all go home and think of some solution.”

On our way home – we pick up Anil’s kids  and take all of them to our place. 

Anil’s wife sleeps in our bedroom with my wife.

All the kids sleep in their children’s bedroom.

I lie down on the sofa in the living room.

I try to think of a solution to Anil’s problem.

The ring of my mobile phone jolts me out my sleep. 

It is Anil. 

Anil’s voice sounds strange, shaky, as he cries incoherently: 

“The problem has been solved – the problem has been solved – My Father is Dead…

“What...?” I say, stunned.

“Yes – my father is dead – while they were shifting him from the ICU to the ward on a stretcher  he got violent  so violent – that the stretcher tumbled  he fell on head  he broke his neck  and he died on the spot...” Anil says, sobbing.

“Oh My God...” I say.

I can still hear Anil sobbing: 

“Poor man. He must have heard us. So – he solved the problem. Yes – he solved his own problem  he solved our problem  he solved everyone’s problem…” 

Anil stops speaking – and there is silence. 

I keep the mobile phone pressed to my ears. 

Then – all of a sudden  I can hear Anil break down into tears.

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Monday, June 29, 2020

Himalayan Blunder

Recent Media Reports of the situation on the LAC create a sense of déjà vu.

Around 58 years ago – on 20 October 1962 – began the Sino Indian War – India's 1962 conflict with China.

Of all the books, references and literature on the 1962 India China War – I find the memoir of Brigadier JP Dalvi – HIMALAYAN BLUNDER – most engrossing. 

Here is a brief review of the book that I wrote 8 years ago in Oct 2012. 

Title: HIMALAYAN BLUNDER (The Curtain Raiser to the Sino-Indian War of 1962)
Author: Brigadier JP Dalvi (Retired)
Published by Thacker and Co. Ltd. Bombay (1969)

Book Review

(This is an abridged and updated version of my Book Review written in Oct 2012)

A few months ago, while browsing through my bookcase I chanced upon one of my favourite military autobiographies – HIMALAYAN BLUNDER by Brig JP Dalvi 

Whenever I start reading Himalayan Blunder, leafing through the pages of the book, I am filled with a sense of déjà vu. 

And as I read on further, drawing parallels between what was written in the book and the intriguing happenings of recent times, I wonder to myself: 

“Are we heading for another Himalayan Blunder...?” 

Is history going to repeat itself after 58 years...?

I have heard a saying: 

Those who do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it.

That is why I feel that “Himalayan Blunder” is a “must read” for the “powers-that-be” – Political, Civil and Military. 

I am sure most politicians, bureaucrats, military officers, students of military history and the intelligentsia have read Himalayan Blunder – but – if you have not read the book – or even of you have read it – it would be worthwhile to read the book carefully once again – to draw parallels between what happened in 1962 – and what is happening now – and learn lessons – so that similar mistakes are not repeated again – and we do not have another “Himalayan Blunder” in the making.

Himalayan Blunder is a fascinating war memoir of the 1962 Conflict between India and China – in which India suffered a humiliating defeat. 

Brigadier Dalvi was the Commander of the Indian Army’s 7th Infantry Brigade (which was annihilated by the Chinese Army). 

I feel that it always better to read history written by those who have actually lived it – rather than those who have recorded it – merely by academic research.

First person accounts have an air of authenticity about them – which lends them credibility. 

I have read 6 first-hand accounts of the 1962 India China War:

1. The Untold Story by BM Kaul

2. Himalayan Blunder by JP Dalvi

3. The Unfought War of 1962 by JR Saigal

4. The Fall of Towang by Niranjan Prasad

5. War in the High Himalaya by DK Palit 

6. Recollections of the Sela Bomdila Debacle 1962 by Jaidev Singh Datta

(Of course – I have also read many other books/articles on the 1962 India China War including – “India’s China War” by Neville Maxwell – “1962 The War That Wasn’t” by Shiv Kunal Verma – and a number of analyses/memoirs of battles in the USI Journal – but – like I said – First Hand Memoirs have an air of authenticity)

Out of all these autobiographical first-hand war memoirs – I found Brigadier JP Dalvi’s Himalayan Blunder the most illuminating and enthralling. 

The writing style is articulate, reasoned, lucid – as well as most soul-searching and analytic – and – the book is extremely readable.

In my opinion, Himalayan Blunder is a military classic, arguably the best book by an Indian military author.

Himalayan Blunder tells you of the debacle that happened when ill-equipped, unprepared, confused and demoralized soldiers were rushed into battle against a strong adversary in an ad hoc manner because military decisions were influenced more by political prophecy rather than by military strategy.

Dalvi tells his story with remarkable wit and exceptional candour. 

His candid storytelling style captivates you – and – once you start reading – you get so engrossed – that the book becomes “unputdownable”. 

There is no military jargon or gobbledygook. 

Dalvi writes straight from the heart and that is why this book will not only educate you but also will move you emotionally, strike a chord and get you thinking. 

In the preface, Dalvi says: “India has a near unbroken record of military failures through the ages. Our peasantry has always fought gallantly; but it is an indisputable fact that seldom has this bravery been utilised to win battlefield victories and thus to attain our political objectives, due to inept political or military leadership, or both. Need we follow this tragic path interminably…?”

After giving the reader a lucid introduction of the background and events leading to the 1962 War – Dalvi tells us his story – a personal narrative of 7 Brigade in the Battle of Namka Chu – in a most eloquent and engrossing manner.

From his easy writing style, and the way he narrates the story, it is evident that besides being a soldier, the author was a thinker and a scholar, and like most officers of his generation, he was extremely well-read and well-informed, and possessed a witty, yet biting, sense of humour.

Dalvi has interspersed his book with anecdotes, quotes and similes. 

Sample this:

He writes that a Corps Commander was sacked because: 

“He refused to be a dog in obedience and a lion in action...”  

Why did India suffer the ignominy of such a crushing defeat in the 1962 war with China...? 

It seems to be the same story we keep witnessing from time to time – the civil-military divide, the lack of appreciation of ground realities by the Delhi-Centric “powers-that-be” who call the shots, and the “trust deficit” between various stakeholders – like it is happening even till today. 

Books like the Himalayan Blunder will make us aware of our mistakes of the past – so that we don’t repeat them. 

That is why – we must read such books – and take cognizance of the message they try to convey.  

In such matters – let history not repeat itself. 

That is why we cannot to afford to ignore the lessons of history – if we do so – it will be to our own peril.

Dear Reader: Do read HIMALAYAN BLUNDER – once again – even if you have read it before. Compare the situation today with that of 1962 – and reflect - whether lessons have been learnt from history – or – are the same mistakes being repeated again…?


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