Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Humor in Uniform - DOCKYARDS and JUNKYARDS

HUMOUR IN UNIFORM

DOCKYARDS AND JUNKYARDS

JUNKYARD CAPER
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

During my long service in the navy, especially in dockyards, I have observed that it is easy to create a junkyard.

All you have to do is to dump some trash at the selected site for a few days.

Soon, others will follow suit, and start dumping their garbage, junk, litter, and debris (whatever they want to get rid of) at the same place and in due course you will have a full fledged garbage dump or junkyard in place over there.

This is exactly what happened in a Naval Dockyard.

A desperate Manager was conducting a frantic “full-night overtime” last minute “cleanship” of his department workshops for a sudden VIP visit the next morning.

All the junk, scrap, litter and debris removed from the shop-floors were meticulously piled up in a newly created trash-heap.

The Foreman was careful to ensure that this newly created junkyard was strategically located well away from his department.

The Foreman believed in the dictum: “Never keep your shit in front of your doorstep. Shift it in front of someone else’s doorstep”

That is why he had ingeniously located the new garbage dump near the entrance of a unit which did not belong to the dockyard, though it was located inside the premises of the dockyard.

The VIP visit was a success, and the top brass complimented the Manager on the cleanliness of his workshops.

Meanwhile, the newly created garbage dump started growing in size as everyone nearby conveniently started using it to dump their garbage there rather than carry it to conservancy bins located some distance away.

Some construction work was in progress nearby, and workers found it convenient to dump debris here, rather than cart it all the way to the officially designated debris dumping site.

In a matter of days, the place looked like a full-fledged junkyard with all sorts of rubbish, waste, junk, scrap, litter and debris heaped up in a huge pile of garbage.

I am sure a few officers, including me, must have noticed the trash heap, but in typical mentality they must have thought: “It is not my job to clear garbage, so why should I bother about it”.

(Of course, this did not prevent them from conveniently dumping their own garbage in that “junkyard”)

One day, the unit adjoining the “garbage dump” was visited by an Admiral from Headquarters, who was the direct boss of the Officer-in-Charge (OIC) of the unit.

The Admiral was appalled to see the trash-heap near the entrance gate of the unit.

He ordered the OIC to remove the garbage pile immediately and render a completion report by evening.

The OIC “officially” asked Yard Conservancy Services to remove the garbage dump.

Yard Conservancy Services “officially” told the OIC to “hop”.

Yard Conservancy Services said that this junkyard did not fall under their jurisdiction as it was not in their official list of garbage dumps.

The hapless OIC then personally went across to Manager Yard Services and pleaded before him.

“Okay, I will have the debris cleared next week when the scrap dealer comes to take away the scrap,” the Yard Services Manager said.

“No, No, my boss, Admiral “X” wants a completion report today evening. Please help me…” the OIC was on the verge of tears.

Seeing the pitiable state of the OIC, the Yard Services Manager decided to help him.

But the real reason was that the Yard Services Manager wanted to make some brownie points with Admiral “X”, who was a rising star.

“Okay, I will relocate the garbage dump to a temporary place till the scrap dealer comes next week,” the Yard Services Manager assured the OIC.

“Thanks,” the OIC said gratefully.

“And you don’t bother about making the completion report to your boss. I know Admiral “X” very well – I will personally make the completion report to him once the job is done,” the Yard Services Manager told the OIC of the unit.

The trash heap was relocated in the evening, after working hours.

By a strange irony, the garbage pile was dumped near the entrance of the very same department which had created the “junkyard” in the first place.

VIKRAM KARVE
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Humor in Uniform - “OUT OF THE BOX” THINKING

HUMOUR IN UNIFORM

“OUT OF THE BOX” THINKING
Unforgettable Vignettes of My Navy Life
By
VIKRAM KARVE

This happened more than 20 years ago when the defence services were suddenly afflicted with the ISO virus.

Everyone became “quality conscious”.

The ISO Quality Management System was certainly relevant to industrial organizations, like Naval Dockyards.

But for most others it was a fad and getting the ISO Certification became a “status symbol” and a “feather in the cap” for the Head of the Organization.

Most of the top brass were quite clueless about ISO but insisted that units under their command obtain the “ISO Certified” Status Symbol, despite being told that the existing naval maintenance management system was superior to ISO.

The powers-that-be at IAT Pune too decided that IAT must get itself ISO Certified.

I expressed my dissent saying that IAT was running fine and it was recognized as a centre of excellence, and hence did not need ISO Certification.

My boss gave me a curious smile and said: “You better keep yourself. It is going to happen – whether you like it or lump it.”

And then my boss delivered the coup de grace: “Dean has directed that you will the Officer-in-Charge ISO – it will be your job to ensure that IAT gets ISO Certification…”

“Sir, I don’t have a clue…” I protested.

“We know. That is why you are being nominated for the ISO Lead Auditors Course,” he said, and handed me a folder contain details of the course.

As I read the contents of the folder my low spirits turned into high spirits – it was quite a pricey one week residential course in a luxurious hotel in the nearby hill resort.

When things are going fine, there is always a hitch.

Next morning the Dean called me and said: “Lieutenant Colonel “X” wants to go for the ISO Lead Auditors Course.”

“But Lt Col “X” has put in his papers for premature retirement,” I said.

“I know. That is why he wants to do the course. He says the ISO Lead Auditors Certificate will increase his market value and help him get a good job after he retires from service,” the Dean said.

“Sir, but how will his doing the course be of any use to IAT? He will do the course and retire. If I do the ISO Lead Auditors Course, I will use the knowledge I gain for implementing ISO here in IAT,” I argued.

The Dean looked at me and said, “I have thought about all that. Here is the best solution. You want the knowledge – so you attend the course. “X” wants the certificate – so let him have the certificate. Talk to the ISO guys and see if it is possible. Tell them that you will attend the course but the certificate is to be issued in the name of “X”. I think if you can work it out, it will be a win-win situation that will satisfy everyone.”

I marveled at the Dean’s “out of the box” thinking.

They say that anything is possible in India, but I didn’t have the guts to call up the ISO course organizers with this absurd proposition.

In the services, all issues are decided on the basis of seniority, and “X” was miles senior to me.

So, “X” went for the ISO Lead Auditors Course, and I am sure it helped him in his second innings after his retirement.

Of course, a few years later, I too did the ISO Lead Auditors Course.

VIKRAM KARVE
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

HOW ROTE LEARNING KILLS CREATIVE THINKING

HOW ROTE LEARNING KILLS CREATIVE THINKING

A lifetime of having to curb  the expression of original thought culminates so often in there being nothing left to express

Liddel Hart quoted by Norman Dixon on page 162 of his book On The Psychology of Military Incompetence

Think about it.

Isn’t the present day rote learning type education system doing exactly this?

And so is the “do as you are told” management philosophy prevalent in most organisations. 

Friday, December 23, 2011

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - Anti-Intellectualism


THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

A lifetime of having to curb  the expression of original thought culminates so often in there being nothing left to express.

Liddel Hart quoted by Norman Dixon on page 162 of his book On The Psychology of Military Incompetence

Think about it.
Isn’t the present day rote learning type education system doing exactly this?
And so are the “do as you are told” organisations, aren’t they?