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OFFICER LIKE CONDUCT

The Story of the OLQ Obsessed Killjoy

By

VIKRAM KARVE

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1. Please read this story only if you have a sense of humour. This is a spoof, a yarn, just for a laugh, no offence meant to anyone, so please take it with a pinch of salt.

2. This story is a work of fiction. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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OFFICER LIKE CONDUCT

The OLQ Obsessed Killjoy - a story by Vikram Karve

Way back in the 1970’s, when we were trainees, we had a “Colonel Blimp” type Training Officer. 

Though he was only a few years senior to us, he was a pompous snob with rather archaic ultra-conservative conformist views - this officer was truly a “Relic of the Raj”.

A typical Military School and ex-NDA type, he had seen very less of the civilian world.

As far as he was concerned, like a frog in a well, the military was the be all and end all of life.

In fact, he was so “OG” we thought that he was better suited for the Army rather than for the Navy.

Yes, he was more of a spit and polish prim and proper “Pongo” than a carefree happy-go-lucky Sailor. 

He would have been better off wearing Army Olive Green (OG) rather than donning Navy Whites.

His favourite pastime was to deliver sermons on military conduct and give us moral lectures on OLQ (Officer Like Qualities) and pontificate about service etiquette and social graces and how we must conduct ourselves as officers.

But one thing was sure.

He practiced what he preached.

And he preached what he practiced. 

His turn-out and bearing was always perfect, his officer-like conduct was unblemished, and he always put service before self. 

But for us young happy-go-lucky youngsters who wanted to enjoy life, this “Colonel Blimp” was a big pain in the neck.

One evening while on liberty (shore leave) we were enjoying eating delicious Pani Puri (Gol Gappa) at a roadside stall.

“Colonel Blimp” who was driving by on his scooter saw us. 

He looked totally shocked and appalled.

But he did not say anything there but just drove by. 

Next morning he lined us up and gave us what in Naval parlance is called a “bottle” – a very severe reprimand and scolding which I can remember even today: 

“How can officers behave like this?” 

“You uncivilized buggers were eating Pani Puri at a roadside stall?” 

“It is just not done!” 

“Officers must have proper class. You are no longer college students. As officers you must dine in good decent restaurants.” 

“Remember that your conduct is being watched at all times.” 

“As Officers you are expected to conduct yourselves with proper dignity.”

“Officers are not expected to hang out like hooligans in the open and eat junk food at roadside stalls.”

He went on and on and on.

Then, after he had finished his tirade, he admonished us: “You bloody riff-raff are not fit to go ashore. So I am stopping your liberty as a punishment.”

So, as punishment for our foodie escapades, “Colonel Blimp” stopped our liberty.

Now, we could no longer go out and enjoy the delights the city had to offer. 

Thus, we had no choice but to spend the rest of our training period drowning our sorrows in the bar.

5 Years Later

A few years later, on a winter evening in Delhi, my wife and I walked down from our flat in Curzon Road Apartments on Kasturba Gandhi Marg to Bengali Market for our customary evening “tiffin” snacking.

Suddenly we spotted “Colonel Blimp” at the famous Chaat Stall in Bengali Market. 

Standing next to him was a beautiful woman.

The beautiful women was eating Pani Puri

“Colonel Blimp” was looking at the gorgeous lady in a rather cold and disapproving sort of way.

But this did not seem to bother the ravishing beauty who was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She was eating pani puri after pani puri and slurping her tongue and smacking her lips in delight.

I could not miss this opportunity, so I walked up to “Colonel Blimp” and introduced my wife.

“Colonel Blimp” introduced the gorgeous woman as his fiancée.

“Care for some Pani Puri ?” the lovely lady asked us.

This was an offer I could not refuse, so I said “Sure, we would love to have Pani Puri.” 

And then all of us (except “Colonel Blimp”) relished plate after plate of lip-smacking pani puri and chaat

Yes, we gorged on pani puri and all types of delicious chaat 

We all ate pani puri and chaat, except “Colonel Blimp”. 

He looked on with discomfiture.

He staunchly refused our repeated invitations to join us in eating the delicious mouthwatering Pani Puri and chaat. 

While leaving, “Colonel Blimp” gave me a stern disapproving look.

I knew he was itching to deliver his stock moral lecture - a sermon on “OLQ”.

But then, in his rule-book, “it was just not done” to bullshit juniors in front of ladies. 

So I was spared the agony of a public scolding.

On our way back, I told my wife the story of “Colonel Blimp”.

My wife was was sure that the killjoy OLQ obsessed “Colonel Blimp” would dump his fun-loving “un-officer-like” fiancée as they seemed to be most incompatible for each other. 

But to our surprise we soon got an invitation for their wedding. 

Of course, his wedding reception was held in the service institute and everything was done in a most “officer like manner”

Colonel Blimp’s wedding reception was an extremely decorous and most formal occasion, as if it were an official party. 

His newly wedded wife was conducting herself in a very prim and proper manner.

We were convinced that “Colonel Blimp” had taken charge of his wife and indoctrinated her on the finer aspects of “OLQ”, social graces and service etiquette and drilled into her as to what was expected of her as a typical Naval Officer’s wife.

It looked like the fun loving vivacious young girl had been converted into a quintessential “NWWA type Naval Wife”.

A few days later, one evening, my wife and I were walking down from Kota House towards India Gate on Shahjahan Road.

Suddenly we saw “Colonel Blimp” eating Pani Puri at the famous UPSC Chaat Wala Stall. 

I could not believe my eyes. 

Yes, “Colonel Blimp” was actually relishing Pani Puri on a roadside stall. 

The moment he saw us, he waved to us and invited us over for some Chaat and Pani Puri 

I was stunned.

This was an invitation we could not refuse. 

It was great to see him standing on the roadside, smiling and laughing with abandon.

The metamorphosis was amazing - it seemed that “Colonel Blimp” had lost all his military “OG-ness” and was behaving like a normal “civilian” human being.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself, digging into chaat and then popping pani puris  into his mouth, eating gol gappa after gol gappa, in a very carefree manner, totally oblivious of the surroundings.

The vivacious girl had succeeded in transforming the spit and polish, prim and proper, OLQ obsessed killjoy “Colonel Blimp” Pongo into a carefree happy-go-lucky Sailor.

I have seen many officers change for the better after marriage.

And, of course, some change for the worse too.

Like the carefree “devil-may-care” happy-go-lucky officer who suddenly turned ambitious and career conscious after marriage.

But that is another story...

For now, let us enjoy the “Pani Puri” story of OLQ Obsessed Killjoy “Colonel Blimp” and have a laugh...

VIKRAM KARVE

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Disclaimer:

1. This blog post is a 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. All stories in this blog are 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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