HUMOUR IN UNIFORM
YOU MUST ALWAYS SALUTE THE RISING SUN
Memories of my Navy Days
By
VIKRAM KARVE
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1. Please read this apocryphal story only if you have a sense of humor. This yarn is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
2. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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YOU MUST ALWAYS SALUTE THE RISING SUN
This happened long back, 20 years ago, in the
mid 1990’s, when I was in IAT.
We had a very dashing Commodore, highly
ambitious, as our Director of Studies, and I was the Officer-in-Charge of a
prestigious naval advanced post graduate course.
The Commodore called me to his office.
“The valedictory function of your course is
just 2 months away. We have to decide on the Chief Guest for the valedictory
function. Can you suggest some names?” the Commodore asked me.
“Rear Admiral “A” would be the ideal Chief
Guest for the valedictory function,” I said.
“Rear Admiral “A”? Why?” the Commodore asked.
“Sir, he has done this very course 20 years
ago – in fact he topped the course and won the trophy – and then he was an
instructor and the Officer-in-Charge of the course over here when he was a
Commander. He is very conversant with IAT and the course, Sir, and he is
technically brilliant too. I feel he would be the apt choice for Chief Guest,”
I said.
“How do you know he is technically
brilliant?”
“Sir, I have worked with him in the Dockyard,”
I said.
“Oh, so you are his bloody crony,” the
Commodore remarked.
“Sir, it’s not that …”
“Listen,” the Commodore interrupted me, “all
what you say may be fine. But we are not going to call Rear Admiral “A” – I
have decided to call Rear Admiral “B” for the valedictory function. Just put up
a draft letter…”
“Rear Admiral “B”, Sir?” I said, quite taken
aback.
“Why? What’s wrong with him?” the Commodore
asked.
“Sir, he has not done this course?”
“So? Where does it say that the Chief Guest
has to be qualified in this course?”
“Sir, he is from a different branch.”
“What bloody branch? At that level, branches
don’t matter. He is a technical officer, isn’t he? Now don’t argue with me. I
have decided to invite Rear Admiral “B”. You put up a draft letter and program.”
“Sir, I have a question. What’s wrong with Rear
Admiral “A”? Why are you insisting on Rear Admiral “B” as Chief Guest?”
“It is simple – you must always salute the
rising sun.”
“Rising Sun?”
“Keep it to yourself – I have just heard a
buzz that Rear Admiral “B” is being cleared for Vice Admiral.”
“Oh!”
“There is just one vacancy, so your Rear
Admiral “A” will have to go home under the 4 year rule once he is superseded. It
is the end of the road for him, so he doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Like the setting sun?”
“Now you are beginning to understand. Draft a
nice letter inviting Rear Admiral “B” to the valedictory function and put it up
to me,” the Commodore said.
“Aye, Aye, Sir,” I said.
I hesitated, and then I spoke, “Sir, you will
have to speak to Rear Admiral “A” also.”
“Why?”
“Sir, I spoke to him yesterday seeking his
convenience for the valedictory function…” I mumbled.
“Are you crazy? Who asked you to be over-smart
and go over my head and speak to him? Anyway, I am not going to waste my time
speaking to Rear Admiral “A” – you speak to him – give him some excuse – that’s
your problem,” the Commodore said.
I felt terrible.
I knew Rear Admiral “A” quite well.
How could I tell him the truth that the
Commodore had vetoed his name?
And worse, how could I tell him the real reason
why his name had been vetoed and that “rising sun” Rear Admiral “B” was being
invited instead?
What excuse could I give him?
It was going to be very embarrassing for me
and I did not know what to do, so I decided to sleep over it and decide in the
morning.
Late at night, after dinner, the phone rang
in my house.
It was the Commodore speaking excitedly, “Did
you call up Rear Admiral “A” about cancelling his name as Chief Guest for the
valedictory?”
“No, Sir,” I said.
“Thank God.”
“What happened, Sir? I was going to call him
up in the morning.”
“No. You don’t call up Rear Admiral “A”. I
will call him in the morning and personally invite him as Chief Guest for the
valedictory function.”
“What? I thought you wanted Rear Admiral “B”
as the Chief Guest,” I asked, bewildered.
“Don’t you know what has happened? I just
came to know. It’s a big surprise. Rear Admiral “A” has been cleared for Vice
Admiral and Rear Admiral “B” is out.”
“So, now Admiral “A” is the rising sun?” I
asked tongue-in-cheek.
“That is right,” the Commodore said, and disconnected.
VIKRAM KARVE
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