Today in Sunday – and – my morale is low – since – I am feeling a bit down since morning – why – I do not know.
So – let me hark back 40 years in time to my early Navy Days – and reminisce about the happiest days of my life – my bachelor Navy days – when I was a carefree bachelor – posted on frontline warships – based at Mumbai (then called Bombay) – and recall – how I spent a typical Sunday
Here are happy memories from those Wonderful Days of My Life in the Navy – memories of how I spent my “Sunday Routines”...
SUNDAY ROUTINE
“Liberty” and Leisure
Reminisces of My Navy Days
By
VIKRAM KARVE
Today is Sunday.
Out here – in Pune – it is a bright Sunday Morning – and it is already getting hot – since we are in the midst of the blistering Summer heat.
Sitting indoors and feeling a bit low on this sweltering hot Sunday Morning – makes me hark back to my halcyon Navy Days – and remember my “Sunday Routines” in the Navy.
Once you retire – every day is a “Sunday Routine”.
But – when we were in the Navy – and – our ship was tied alongside in harbour – we looked forward to our Sundays.
Unless you were on duty – Sunday was a day of “Liberty” – when we could enjoy what the Navy calls “Sunday Routine” – our well deserved leisure time.
Let me tell you about a few of my typical “Sunday Routines”.
In the Navy – when you are at sea – you are on duty round-the-clock 24/7 – and there is no “holiday” – so there is no “Sunday Routine” at sea in the true sense.
But – when your ship is in harbour – you have “make-and-mend” (half day) on Wednesdays and Saturdays – and – a “Sunday Routine” on Sundays and Holidays.
Unlike the corporate sector and government civilian babus – an operational organisation like the Navy does not have the luxury of a “5 Day Week” – so we worked 6 days a week – and we had our weekly “off” only on Sundays – unless you were the “Officer of the Day” (OOD) – or you were put on some other “bum job” duty – in which case – you worked on Sundays too.
So – we eagerly waited for Sunday – and coveted our “Sunday Routine”.
“Sunday Routine” was our own personal time which we could spend as we liked – and we could do as we pleased.
Aristotle has wisely said:
“The end of labour is to gain leisure...”
We laboured the whole week to gain our “Sunday Routine” – and – we were determined to enjoy our well earned leisure to the fullest.
Different individuals spend their leisure in different ways.
Your persona is defined by the way in which you spend your leisure.
There is a saying:
If you want to find out the true character of a man – find out how he spends his leisure.
In the defence services – especially in the Navy – how you spend your leisure mainly depends on where you are posted.
If you are lucky to be posted in a “maximum city” like Mumbai – there is a plethora of opportunities for enjoying your leisure.
On the other hand – if you are posted to a back-of-beyond remote desolate cantonment – your choices for spending your leisure are limited.
Let me describe to you – to compare and contrast – two typical Navy Style “Sunday Routines” – one in Mumbai – and one in Vizag – almost 10 years apart – both when I was posted on frontline warships – the first in the latter half of the 1970’s – and the second in the latter half of the 1980’s.
INS “XXX” (Harbour Sunday Routine – as an “In-Living” Officer)
Mumbai (then called Bombay)
Circa – 1970’s
This was the happiest time of my life.
It is great to be on a happy ship.
Ours was a frontline warship – the ship was new – the crew was good – we had a delightful wardroom with friendly officers – and the general atmosphere on the ship was harmonious.
The main reason for the ship being a “Happy Ship” was our Captain – who was a great guy.
His credo was simple – all he demanded is that we do our jobs properly – and once we did that – we were free to do whatever we pleased.
(I have observed during my long service in the Navy – and in inter-service establishments – that – particularly in the Defence Services – much depends on the Commanding Officer (CO) – for creating a harmonious the atmosphere in a ship/unit – and a painful “killjoy” CO can make life miserable for all – like we saw on some other ships)
On a Sunday – we woke up early.
(If you remember – I told you in an earlier article that I never had late nights on Saturdays – and I preferred to have my hangovers on working days).
Early in the morning – we crossed the gangway and went ashore.
Then we embarked on a long Sunday morning walk cum jog – walking out of Lion Gate, past Kalaghoda, crossing the Oval, past CCI, then onto Marine Drive to jog to Chowpatty – and back to Churchgate – where we picked up a copy of the Cole (for the day’s races) – followed by “chota hazri” at Stadium Restaurant.
Later – in the wardroom – we had a leisurely Sunday breakfast on board ship – of dosas and coffee – while “studying” the Cole – and the racing columns in the newspapers.
Ours was a wardroom of “punters”.
At around 10 or 10:30 we were off again – walking down to our favourite Stadium Restaurant Churchgate – for a brunch of sumptuous “Kheema Pav” followed by a cup of invigorating Irani Chai – while discussing our “forecasts” and “predictions” for the day’s races.
Then we caught a western railway local train to Mahalaxmi racecourse – so that we were well in time for the first race of the day – which began at noon – or sometimes a bit later at 12:30 or 1 o’clock in the afternoon.
(We took the precaution of buying a “return ticket” – for obvious reasons)
I loved going to the races.
The atmosphere was electric – the bookie ring – the tote – the stands – the racecourse – the crowds – the excitement – the thrill – the horses – and – not to forget – the beautiful lady punters in their Sunday best – it was a thoroughly enjoyable Sunday afternoon.
In the evening – after a refreshing shower – and fortified with a generous quantity of Scotch and Soda – our hip flasks topped-up – we headed out again – for dinner and a late night movie – followed by midnight ice creams or milkshakes.
The restaurant where we went for dinner depended on our luck at the races – either Olympia or Bade Miyan (on a luckless day) – or Gaylord or Kamling (on a lucky day).
Even during the off-season – when there were no races – there was so much to do on a Sunday in a “maximum city” like Mumbai.
Like I said – those were the happiest days of my life – and my most enjoyable “Sunday Routines” too.
I thought these happy days would never end – but two years later – I was yanked off the ship, and posted to Jamnagar (as an instructor) – and it was still a big culture shock for me after my wonderful days in Mumbai.
I was familiar with the dreary place as a “student officer” – but it was a big disappointment – especially after my glorious days in Mumbai.
I suffered and endured almost one year in that horrible desolate place – almost becoming alcohol dependent – since the main leisure activity there was drinking Rum (while listening to old Hindi Songs on Urdu Service).
I escaped becoming an woebegone alcoholic by getting “selected” for the “prestigious” M. Tech. Course at IIT Delhi.
After two years of “paid holiday” – followed by two years in R&D – and then two more years on instructional duties at IAT Pune – and I was back on a frontline warship in Mumbai.
“Bombay days were back again”
(Yes – Mumbai was still called Bombay in the late 1980’s).
It was back to halcyon “Sunday Routine” days – I lived at Vasant Sagar in Churchgate – and for the first few months we had a great life.
As I was living it up – chanting “Happy Days are here again” – our luck ran out – and the base port of our ship was changed from Mumbai to Vizag (Visakhapatnam) – and we were off to the Eastern Seaboard.
I had been to Vizag only once on my earlier ship – but I did not see much of the Naval Base – since our ship was berthed on the iron ore jetty in the port trust – and we were in Vizag just for a day or so – and we spent our liberty hours ashore in the town.
But it seemed that – as far as Vizag town was concerned – nothing much had changed in the last 10 years.
As compared to Mumbai – Navy life Vizag was a big comedown – as you will realize – when you see how I spent my “Sunday Routine” at Vizag (Visakhapatnam)
INS “YYY” (Harbour Sunday Routine – as an “MLR” officer)
Vizag (Visakhapatnam)
Circa
I was now married (“MLR” or “Money in Lieu of Ration” in Naval Jargon) – and I was living with my family in Naval Park Vizag.
Sunrise is early on the eastern seaboard – so I would get up at 5:30 on Sunday morning – and I would head for my Sunday morning super-long walk – up Dolphin’s Nose – down to Continental Beach – and then head back straight to the “Sunday Market” in the HSL complex near Scindia – and reach there by 7 – just as the market (haat) was opening up.
The entire naval community would be there at the “Sunday Market” – mostly ladies whose husbands are sleeping off their hangover – and some early riser husbands like me.
In Vizag – this Sunday Morning Market was a “must visit” since you lived far away from town in Naval Park – to pick up your weekly stock of vegetables, fruit and fish.
At around 8 – I returned home – I had a bath – we breakfasted on the idlis I had brought from the Sunday market – and at 9 o’clock – we all settled down before the TV set to watch the epic serial Ramayan.
(Later – when Ramayan was over – we would watch Mahabharat from 9 to 10 every Sunday morning).
Then we (self, wife and son) headed to the swimming pool – and spent an hour swimming and cooling off – and chitchatting with friends.
At 12 noon we were sitting in the makeshift club located in the parking lot of the officers’ mess for the Sunday afternoon Beer Biryani Tombola.
(Yes – in Vizag it was the rather prosaic and boring Tombola at the Navy Club – in lieu of thrilling and exciting Horse Racing at the Mahalaxmi Race Course which we enjoyed in Mumbai)
Then – I headed back home for a “Beer and Biryani induced siesta” – which made me feel groggy.
In the evening – maybe we headed for town – full family of 3 on my Bajaj scooter – mostly accompanied by friends – and walked around Ramakrishna Beach – or maybe saw a movie at Jagdamba – followed by dinner at Daspalla.
Then we headed back home – and hit the sack.
Vizag was a big comedown from the glorious “Sunday Routines” of Mumbai.
One thing good in the Navy is that nothing is permanent.
So – many years later – in the year 2000 – I was back in Mumbai – and I enjoyed my “Sunday Routines” even better than before – since the Navy gave me a lovely house in Empress Court – opposite the Oval – in Churchgate.
What better location can you ask for in Mumbai – especially to enjoy your leisure...?
EPILOGUE
My best and most enjoyable “Sunday Routines” were in Mumbai (Bombay) and Delhi.
And the most lackluster and dreary Sunday Routines were in Jamnagar – arguably the worst place to be posted to – during my younger days in the Navy.
The Sunday Routines in places like Vizag, Kochi (Cochin) and Pune were somewhere middle-of-the-road – as I have described above.
In IAT Girinagar Pune – on Sundays – we could go trekking up to Sinhagad – or walk up the hills of Girinagar – or we would head for Pune City – to spend the day with our parents/relatives (Pune is my hometown).
How about you...?
How do you like to enjoy your Sundays...?
And especially if you are a “Fauji” – do tell us how you enjoyed your “Sunday Routines” in the “Fauj” – in the Army, the Navy or the Air Force.
And hey – all you young Civilian Friends – especially all you “Techie” Nerds, Geeks and Dorks – do let us know how you spend your Sundays and Weekends.
VIKRAM KARVE
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