Friday, November 30, 2012




A Naval Yarn

Way back in the 1970s, 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 outmoded ultraconservative views - this officer was truly a relic of the Raj.

A Military School and ex-NDA type, we thought that he was better suited for the Army than 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 give us moral lectures on OLQ (Officer Like Qualities) and pontificate about service etiquette and how we must conduct ourselves as officers.

One thing was sure – he practiced what he preached. 

His turn out 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 pain in the arse.

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 remember even today. “How can officers behave like this?” he said looking aghast, “eating Pani Puri at a roadside stall? It is just not done! Officers must dine in good restaurants. Officers are expected to conduct themselves with proper dignity, not hang out like hooligans in the open and eat junk food at roadside stalls.”

Then he admonished us, “you bloody riff-raff are not fit to go ashore,” and as a punishment, he stopped our liberty. So we had no choice to spend the rest of our training period drowning our sorrows in the bar.

A few years later on a winter evening in Delhi, my wife and I walked down from our flat on Curzon Road to Bengali Market for our customary evening snacking when I suddenly spotted “Colonel Blimp” at the Chaat Stall. 

Standing next to him was a ravishing beauty who was eating Pani Puri

“Colonel Blimp” was looking at the gorgeous lady in a rather cold and disapproving way, but this did not seem to bother the beauty who was enjoying herself downing pani puri after pani puri.

I could not miss this opportunity, so I walked up to “Colonel Blimp” and introduced my wife and “Colonel Blimp” in turn introduced the gorgeous woman as his fiancée.

“Care for some Pani Puri?” the lovely lady asked us, and we said “Sure, we’d love it,” and we all relished plate after plate of lip-smacking pani puri and chaat while “Colonel Blimp” looked on with discomfiture, staunchly refusing our repeated invitations to join us in eating Pani Puri

While leaving, “Colonel Blimp” gave me a tough look, and I knew he was itching to deliver a moral lecture on OLQ, but then, in his rule-book, “it was just not done” to bullshit juniors in front of ladies.

When I told my wife the story of “Colonel Blimp” my wife was was sure that “Colonel Blimp” would dump his “unofficerlike” fiancée, 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 very decorous. 

His newly wedded wife was conducting herself in a very prim and proper manner and we were convinced that “Colonel Blimp” had taken charge of his wife and converted her into an  “OLQ” type .

A few days later, one evening, while we were walking down from Kota House towards India Gate on Shahjahan Road, we suddenly 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– this was an invitation we could not refuse. 

It was great to see him standing on the roadside, thoroughly enjoying himself, digging into chaat and popping pani puris into his mouth in a carefree manner, totally oblivious of the surroundings.

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

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