SUBMARINE MEMOIRS-II> THE INTRO TO SUBMARINERS

After a grueling life at the NDA and on-board Training Ship Tir, 07 of us reached INS Shivaji at Lonavala. This was the best bliss that life could have got , albeit for Maths which decided to continue with me. After NDA, I had no inclination to study Maths but soon enough I realized to my horror that I had done well in the Electrical Stream on-board the Training Ship. My training Commander decided to put me into the Electrical Branch and despite all my protests, I landed at Shivaji which was not a sailing vessel!! Since, I was a commoner so I could not do much but to curse my luck and got on with the routine of the base. Now, Shivaji is a scenic base located between Mumbai-The Tinsel City and Pune- The Automobile City and of course the city where our Alma Mater NDA is situated. Since Shivaji could not sail, so the Under Trainee Officers (UT Officers) would sail on their bikes, scooters and on public transport to either of these cities at the drop of a hat.

 

The Mumbai riots had just taken place and that was the time we put on our first Naval stripe. The TV and News papers were a rare commodity those days and did not blow their own trumpets by declaring that so and so reported it first!! We were happy young Officers who would attend classes, sleep, play and drink hard. It was one of those days when my venerable Course-mate Pravin Rana/CSM Lima/81 came to my cabin and asked about a drive till US Club at Mumbai where our sea going Course-mates were having a party to celebrate the newly gained Officer-hood. Who was I to refuse and soon enough wearing our trademark Blue Jeans and Blue Jeans jackets, I took off for Mumbai with Rana as my pillion. The drive on my BAJAJ SUPER (A gift from my Dad on joining NDA and bearing registration number DAD-4495) was smooth and Rana was the safest pillion I ever rode. He never moved once he was seated and the driver would never realize his weight as he sat fagging away on Wills Navy Cuts. 

 

By the time the Western Sun went down, we were safely inside the Naval premises and soon enough the party began at US Club. The drinks were hard and good and the party continued till the Club shut down. We both had an option to sleep at the Command Mess but I decided against it and Rana agreed immediately for a return night drive to Lonavala. Saying good byes, we set off for the return leg. At Colaba causeway, I missed the turn and reached towards Mumbai VT Station 9CST of today). Rana was puffing away and I was looking for some clues with our gyros a bit turned out when a White Ambassador pulled aside us. 3 Policemen got downs and all my efforts including the ty-I card from Shivaji failed to prove our credentials. We were fortunate that there were no Breath Analyzers those days!! Soon enough, we were inside Colaba Police Station and were told to wait till someone from Navy came to our rescue and to certify that we were indeed Naval Officers.

 

In side the room, we saw 3 men. After a while, they struck conversation with us and one of them asked us if we were Submariners!! No , we said and then he said that they were Submariners and soon enough some Officer would come to rescue them. Their offense was that they had bashed up a Taxi Driver when he tried to over charge them that night. After an hour or so, a Lieutenant wearing the 8s Naval Uniform (Shorts and Shirt) with Blue Stocking walked in. Seeing him, the 3 sailors sprang into action. He drummed them hard in front of the Policemen and then offered to take over the case. The Police was more than willing to part away with these BODIES!! I also wished him and discussed our issue. The Lieutenant also took over our responsibility and soon enough we were out of the Police Station.

 

Once outside, he introduced himself as LT D SAHA, the Electrical Officer of a Kilo Submarine. He then turned towards the 3 sailors  and accoladed them for setting the Taxi Driver straight and tore away their detention slips. The sailors saluted him with great vigor and asked me and Rana also to join the Submarines and live a challenging life. Lt Saha said that these men were tireless sailors and were an asset to their Submarine. We were impressed and returned to Shivaji safely.

 

In 1997, I stepped on-board my first Kilo Submarine and to my joy found that those 3 Sailors were on-board that Submarine. They trained me and Lt Saha guided me well as he was my Sqn Electrical Officer.

 

My venerable mate Rana did not join Submarines. He continued to ride pillion on various escapades to nearby cities. We lost Rana at a road junction in Kochi where he and his driver were run over by a speeding truck whilst their bike had stopped at a Red Light. I stopped riding my scooter to nearby cities from that day onwards because I would never find a stable Pillion as Rana. RIP Rana. 

SUBMARINE MEMOIRS-I>MISTAKES CAN HAPPEN

Mistakes are an integral part of our lives- professional or personal. The end state can be - Well, mistakes just happen or we try to reduce them with our experience under various situations. The inevitability of mistakes and Murphy's endeavors can be cut down with deliberate actions and remembering the correct drill for the corresponding situation.

 

Circa Jan 1998, I was a young Lieutenant having entered my 5th year of Commissioned Service. Barely out of the Submarine School, I had the unique honor of carrying out the duties of the Electrical Officer (LO) of a Kilo Class Submarine without having received my Dived Watch Keeping Certificate. The CO (Ol' Man) was in his 2nd Command and we had worked hard to bring the boat out of a 09 year long lay off in a Refit. The  Ol' Man was a tough task master but also a jolly good fellow when ashore. He would drive us hard when on-board and would be all love and affection when we partied with him.

 

The boat was still coming to terms with her operational status. Her machinery and equipments were still trying to synchronize to achieve the sea going efficiency. I had the honor of being the youngest officiating HoD on-board and I had a talented but slightly wayward crew as they were also trying to sync together. For my Submarine hardened crew, I was a new kid just off from the Sub School about 06 months back and was officiating as the LO as their original LO had fallen sick and was a med cat. My sea legs were two sea experiences of 01 month on-board mighty Carrier Viraat and a 04 month Watch Keeping on-board a Leander Class Steam Frigate Krishna. I had the good fortune of running Krishna as a Deputy LO and so I was also not low on confidence. My responsibility as a LO spanned from the Ist to the 6th Compartment on-board the majestic Kilo.

 

The routine was tough for my section as virtually everything had the Electrical part in its operation. The torpedoes, FCS, pumps, diesels, batteries, generators, communication, navigation, sonars,converted supplies- name it and my boys were on job everywhere and every time. We had successfully completed our Sea Qualifying exam as a Crew and soon enough the Shore bosses wanted us to sail out for a longish duration with the Fleet and fire a torpedo. We came back from a short 2 days outing and were told that we were going back to sea next day at 1600 hrs. After the customary Ward Room de-brief (which included a swig of Beer too!), I set off to my boys and took a quick count of my problem issues. The synchronization of  a submarine's equipment after a long refit is tricky and can be a complicated phase. My team reported two dozen plus areas meriting urgent support from the Shipyard and Sqn Staff. The biggest activity between the short harbor stay and the sailing next day was the Battery Charging.

 

I laid out the plan for my Section-in-Charges and my Asst LO and we set the tasks into the motion. At 1300 hrs , the next day, my batteries were fully topped up and the Shipyard and Sqn Staff had put in their bit and buttoned my section up to the best that they could. I was left struggling with the Fire Control System, a low insulation all over the boat , 02 HF sets not tuning to their optimum efficiency and missing vital frequencies, some faults with the Diesel Auto Controls, tuning issues with the main sonar and a erratic accommodation space AC plant motor. The Section-in-Charges were on the job and I was moving from one compartment to the other to review and chip in with my bit.

 

The Ol' Man came on-board at 1400 hrs and sought my position. As I was going up the well to the Sub's casing to brief him, a young Artificer who was operating as my Nav Eqpt In  (NAVEA) reported that the Depth Gauges were not operating!! Murphy was it his best. As I climbed up the ladder , my mind was racing. I found the Sqn LO standing with my Ol' Man on the casing and both were in an animated discussion. "Yes, LO, what's your position now?", said the Ol' Man. I was racing my brain at the pace of a Ferrari and had calculated my hunches. At 1400 hrs, we were at least 08 hours away from the diving area. These 08 hours were crucial and I had my hunch that we cannot call this sailing off. I briefed the Ol' Man about my major issues and also gave him an alternate solution in case the equipments malfunctioned. "We can meet the commitment Sir. We have time till next day before we RV the Fleet ships and we would be able to rectify the issues," The Sqn LO and the Ol' Man looked at me with a big stare and then the Ol' Man gave me the thumbs up sign. " XO (2-I/c), we cast off on schedule.", said the Ol' Man.

 

I came down below and my Section continued with their trysts. By 1600 Hrs, the positivity started returning as Murphy decided to climb out the Control Room- he was left with no option by the crew. My major problem huddled around the faulty depth gauge system and the Fire Control Computer. The boat casted off sharp at 1600 hrs and I had ripped open the Fire Control Computer and NAVEA was trying to figure out the Depth Gauges.  I had asked the NAVEA about the electrical fuses of the Depth Gauge system when he had reported the fault. His reply was that he had checked the fuses personally. I kept the concentration on NAVEA through the hand held communication as we patiently sat buttoning up the tricky Fire Control Computer.

 

Soon enough, the Navigator came to me and reported that they would be diving in about 45 minutes time. I came up to the Control Room and summoned the NAVEA along with my Senior EA. We got down into the Control Room hold and laid open the system diagram in the congested space. The holds of a Submarine and especially the Soviet Submarines are a maze of pipelines, greases, oils and valves of various sizes. One visit to the hold and you can be rest assured that you are not going to smell good till you take 3 showers at home with the best of the soaps. I and the Senior EA inspected the valves of the Electro-Mechanical system. I personally operated the vales, the system did not budge. Control Room reported no movement of the gauges. They were still lying dead!!

 

I came up from the hold and again asked the NAVEA about the electrical supplies. He shook his head in affirmative. I opened up the fuse box. The system has five fuses. I opened the first fuse holder-it had a working fuse, the second fuse holder also had its fuse intact, the third reported same, the fourth fuse was also found to be working-my mind was racing again as the sailing was on my commitment. I opened up the fifth fuse holder and it was the Murphy's final hide out. The fuse was simply missing. I let out a whistle to let my patience return back to normal. NAVEA was shivering behind the Senior EA. "NAVEA, Fuse please.",I calmly ordered. A fuse was brought and I put the fuse into its holders and the depth gauge system fired up. I heard the Ol' Man's thundering voice," XO , prepare the boat to dive."

 

I came to the Control Room and reported the details to the Ol' Man. Does the NAVEA need to be punished-asked the Ol' Man. No Sir- was my reply. The NAVEA was a young man who went about his task mechanically and did not open the last fuse box. I had to avoid such complacency forever. A punishment at that stage would not have augured well for my stretched crew as we were working over time always to stitch various equipment's performances and the young NAVEA had a long way to go in the Service. The Ol' Man understood my point of view and from that sortie onwards we always carried out a deliberate check of critical equipments. The NAVEA never forgot to check his system's fuses from then on. The incident was raised as an acquaint for the Shore Team. The Submarine met the 10 day long sortie with aplomb and I fired my first Torpedo. Murphy came again and again but the boat dived and surfaced always on time. We had enough issues on our platter but the mistakes reduced drastically with the deliberate actions.
 

 

Take a pause, check and then carry out the action-even if it is a signature on a mundane document!!      

A Tribute

Life is like a quagmire many a times. The challenges have to be met head on and with cool and calm mind. It is easy to say these words but difficult to practice. John McEnroe was a great tennis player and many of us would have witnessed his antics on the Wimbledon Courts. John had unseated Bjorn Borg, the coolest Swede ever to walk this planet with a Tennis Racquet. John would swear, cringe, throw his racket and express anger. He succeeded in dethroning Bjorn from the Wimbledon's Champion's pedestal when Bjorn was all set to defend his title for a record 6th Year.  However, the big story behind John was that though he was seen in all sorts of expressions and anger- his heart rate continued to be a cool 78 bpm all through his antics!! John could control his environment and that was his style.

The lesson of John formed an ever-lasting impression on my mindset. Though I did not copy his visible antics, but to a large extent I tried to copy his internal antics. In the Course of my Service life, I came across a senior Naval Officer Vice Admiral (Retd) NN Kumar/D/43. Then Captain NN Kumar was my Trg Captain (TC) at INS Valsura in 1995 and I was the Senior Under-Trainee Officer (SUTO) for the Officer's Batch. A common factor between us was Squash and soon enough we were playing together each day. TC was fit as a fiddle with a lean frame and would give me an equal fight each day. I picked up many threads of leadership values from the TC and he was always cool and calm in his various dealings with the bubbling UT Officers.  

I had to miss an exam due to an urgent leave to Manipur. When I returned after a week, I realized that along with me 02 of my venerable Coursemates (01 of my Batch Mate and 01 Junior from parallel Course) were also in the same boat. Well, soon enough the Trg Programme came out and the re-exam was fixed. I reached on the day of the exam and found that the two venerable coursemates (CM) were not present. Those were good old days when Mobiles had not disturbed our ecological system and land phones were far too few. We waited for some more time, before the Trg Coord came and cancelled the exam. On interrogation the next day, both promptly showed a medical Slip.

The exam was re-set for the next date with a verbal intimation by Trg Coord and both the CMs did not turn up again. The Trg Coord lost his mind and marched us up to the TC. Before the march up, the two CMs came to me and said that they had  a plan up their sleeve. Their plan was simple and workable they said. They wanted me to join them in saying that the Trg Coord had not given any verbal instruction to the three of us. Phew! was it workable- I said??

All the course-spirit dialogues and rhetoric were drilled into me by my mates. With sweaty palms and pounding hearts, we entered the TC's chamber. TC was sitting on a big brown chair and rocked back when he saw us. The Trg Coord gave the description of both the failed attempts at test and that I had reported on both the dates for the test. My Batch Mate started the defense of his act and said," Sir, we were not aware of the date of the exam and you may confirm the same from Arun too. He did not recollect the date properly and erroneously reached for the exam." My mind was racing and my heart beat was trying to cross the cool 78 bpm mark. On one side there was the course spirit and on the other side there was the towering TC and his teachings. I prayed hard in my mind and wished this moment passes away.

The TC said, I know you two very well. I am not disturbing my BP on this issue and you both are granted 15 days negative seniority for this offense. All pleas from the mates for hearing my version fell flat and we were marched out.

In the evening at the Squash Court, the TC told me that he has been keeping a close tab on the activities of all the 150 odd UT Officers and the visit at the play fields in the evening gave him a clear picture off all the UT Officers and their traits. He knew that I would be under pressure to defend my mates and he had analyzed their grit much earlier. He taught me an important HR trait- Know the people who are in your environment. Take care when required and tick them at the correct time. Do not favor the wrong and remember to choose the harder right always.

Vice Admiral NN Kumar hung his uniform on 31 Mar 2014 as the Chief of the Materiel of the Indian Navy. I have kept him a notch higher than John McEnroe. Have always seem him with a cool 78 bpm and also a cool external demeanor. The lessons of HR learnt under his tutelage would continue to be with many of us who trained under him and subsequently saw him in the Service.

Total Recall By A Legend

It was the term-break approach phase at the NDA and we were excitedly counting the DLTGH (Days Left To Go Home!). The May POP was just a week away and we, the North India bound cadets were expecting a gruesome summer. Well, heat or shine, the very fact of having vacations from the Academy coupled with an upgraded term badge and more privileges was a welcome change.

Suddenly, one afternoon after the POP practice, I heard some names being announced to the Squadron Commander’s Office. My name figured too and I wondered if I was being interviewed for the esteemed Sergeant’s stripes! The muster at the lobby was of only Naval Cadets and my goose pimples disappeared fast as they originated. With a baited breath, we heard the order that we were on a term – end hike to Sikkim’s forward Army locations near the World famous Nathu-la Pass. The joy of achieving the record time of snoring at home lay shattered and the brasso, blanko, blanket and walking outs accompanied the starched Levi’s.

An eventful journey from Mumbai to Kolkata in a snatched First Class Compartment was followed by a more eventful journey in the Malda Express to New Jalpaiguri. We sweated and cursed our luck and wished we were ‘Pongos’. This feeling was further strengthened by the warm welcome extended by the Army units along the picturesque way to Gangtok and an ever-staunch Naval Officer leading the expedition.

The host Army unit’s Officers accorded us a grand welcome and the post bottoms –up formalities were accorded to us by our Officer-in-Charge. The hike carried on and we reached Nathu-la amidst threats of relegation at each milestone. The exciting visit took us to a Jat Regiment whose ‘Tambi’ CO’s hilarious Haryanvi jokes kept us in splits. This was the place where we came across the Legend of Baba Harbhajan Singh.

The Jat Regiment CO narrated the epic tale of the Baba. The Baba was a foot soldier posted on the volatile Sikkim-China border in the 1960’s. On a routine patrol, young Harbhajan sought permission from his troop commander to read the sacred ‘Gutkha’. The young troop commander was averse to the demand fearing a skirmish with Chinese patrol. Harbhajan stood his ground and the patrol moved on. No one saw Harbhajan after that and as per the Army regulations he was declared missing and the discharge formalities were completed.



The skirmishes with the Chinese escalated into a full-fledged war and one eventful night Harbhajan came into the GOC’s dream. He explained that he was still active and safeguarding the border. The Chinese also started reporting about a Sikh who would torment their soldiers. The Army enlisted Harbhajan into its active duty rolls and a temple was constructed in his honour. He became a ‘Baba’ to the entire soldiers guarding Sikkim and his fame travelled far and wide. Baba religiously carried out his duties and provided a strong support to the Indian Army. The Army would go on a Red Alert whenever Baba went on leave!

This amazing saga of Baba Harbhajan captivated our thoughts and the Jat Regiment CO also exhorted us to pay regards to the Baba as was customary. Our Officer –in – Charge was not much inclined and instead wanted to visit an Army post at a steep height with a motorable road. This post gave a panoramic view of the ancient Silk Route and neighboring Bhutan. The Army CO’s request went unheard and the 11 Cadets in a 1-ton truck and the Officer-in-Charge in a Jonga began the steep climb to the post.

Suddenly the 1-ton lost power and slid backwards. It hinged on to a big boulder and a rear wheel lay hung over the deep valley. Any tilt in balance could have had a catastrophic effect and the vehicle could have rolled on into the valley. We all were in a shock and prayed for our lives. The DLTGH seemed far away. The Jat Regiment help came quickly and the vehicle was pulled up with a great effort. The Army CO took effective charge of the situation and we were all huddled into another vehicle and taken straight to Baba Harbhajan temple for saving our lives.

We were grateful to the Baba and paid our heartiest regards to the Legend for his grace. The drifting site of the temple on our way back is still fresh in my eyes. The legend of the Baba continues whenever I meet the Hike members. Recently, in April 2004, I met a Naval Officer who was the first cousin of the Baba and told that the Legend is retiring from the active duty. He was on way to Sikkim to complete the formalities. The memories of the fateful day 15 years ago again rushed to my mind. I thanked the Baba for all that he has done for the Army and the country and know that his soul will continue to guard our frontier.

FOX SQN NEWS-6TH ANNIVERSARY

The New Delhi weather still has the tinge of winter. The mornings and evenings still have the tango of winter buzz and its a pleasure to go for a good run or play the ever cherubic Golf.

            

As the capital of India retains its buzz so is this ever nostalgic Fox Group. We are happy to announce that this Fox Group is reaching its 6th Anniversary on 22 Mar 2014.

           

This Fox Group originated on 22 Mar 2008 in the salubrious climes of Wellington,Nilgiris. 23 Foxies undergoing 63rd Staff Course and Directing Staff members had an amazing 2007-08 at Wellington.Foxies united again and again during the Course's timelines and bonded as a family. A heady Fox Social took place on 21 Mar 2008 at the newly built facility at Gorkha Hill. This Social led to the formation of this Fox Group.

        

From a humble beginning,23 Foxies multiplied to 1187 of today and we are still crawling worldwide to capture many many more Foxies. A lot has happened over the last 06 years. The Fox bonhomie has its own legends in the 3 Services fraternity. Foxies flaunt their customised accoutrements and are treated with an unique awe. Fathers and sons and even sons-in-laws swear allegiance to the Fox Sqn and its legacy. Foxies meet worldwide to salute and celebrate the Fox Spirit.

       

This Fox Connect has been an amazing experience. 22 Mar is the day to celebrate the feeling called Fox and this year -its a Saturday. So,put on your Fox Mood and Regalia and step out to celebrate this special Fox Anniversary.

     

Cheers to Fox. Trust that the Sqn Cdr Fox would announce the Mid Term Mood for the Fighter Sqn on 22 Mar.

Man and Machine

I am a proud owner of "Hamara Bajaj" since Jan 1993. This single seater Bajaj Chetak stole my imagination due to its single seat comfort (which was required to enjoy the proverbial touch and braking delights) and its economics ,as a motor bike was out of my reach at that time.   

 This machine has withstood all the rigors of my bachelor (engaged though!) days and my married life through out the length and breadth of this country. I have also given my best to my Chetak. The machine is always serviced on time and well oiled. Its tank is always filled with the premium fuels and the best 2T oil. The tyre pressures are checked every 2 weeks during fuelling day. All these checks and balances have kept the Chetak in great shape and its a half-kick start machine. These days,me and my younger son ride "Hamara Bajaj" to the school bus and then I take a drive around the Colony. Sometime, I toss its key to my Man Friday especially when there is a Fox Evening planned at Delhi and he does running around to tie up the details. The sweet sound of its engine and the Chetak's power are still good. All our guests are given a chance to click a photo with this vintage machine.   

 As a vehicle performs well with due care,the human body also requires timely checks and balances to keep it going. Regular food habits and exercise can keep one fit for a long time and especially in this 'always on line' World. Timely health checks can predict the parameters to a large extent and family history can be linked to predict medical profiles. A daily gulp of "Amla" and Aloe Vera Juice,a spoon full of Chyavanprash and a fruit a day can keep many factors away. There is some logic behind these habits. Low cholesterol, controlled sugar and good Hb would be natural outcomes of clean habits.   

 "Hamara Bajaj" needs me to give it a gentle kick to power up its Ccs. Similarly, I need to fuel up myself correctly to power me up and do my assigned tasks.Cheers to the Man and the machine.

No One Asked Me But....

We have been in News and in these days of connectivity- this is bound to happen. The stark reality of all that we hear and read in the open domain is the bare fact that such incidents are not in isolation. Every possible sphere of human existence has its share of happenings- sad and happy alike. The missing link in almost every human activity where incidents are reported is the close factor of Human Bonding, Camaraderie and Esprit d Corps. All of us will agree that we have performed against all odds wherever we have risen against our own shallow self. This adage is much more relevant in a close knit society such as Indian Defence Forces where humans from various parts of India's vast Terra-firma come together and perform for a common cause.

At some stage of our professional lives, we have grappled with situations which looked un-surmountable. The sole reason for our survival against those odds was a Happy Crew. The grand Ol' Man (read CO) led us through thick and thin. He held us and we held to our instincts to keep his faith in our abilities. The War Machines at our disposal are not our legacies. We have adapted ourselves to operate these technological marvels. These platforms and weapons across the Three Services have become a part and parcel of our lives as much as they are of their native countries. The OEMs (Original Eqpt Manufacturer) of these equipments and platforms have watched us with keen interest as we have broken many a barriers of performance which even they felt were not a part of the design philosophy. The equipment does not speak; it just performs. The performance of the equipment is best known to the man who drives it. If the man, who needs to extract the equipment's performance, has decided to go ahead with the mission then it is his choice to synergise the platform's performance. No one can question the authority of the man who is responsible for the delivery of the mission.

As a young HOD (Head of Dept) on-board platforms, my word to the Ol' Man was the last straw. No external authority could jostle my thinking or subdue me to accept an order that I could not have executed. My first Deputy Electrical Officer on-board a vintage Leander Class Frigate (1967 commissioned HMS Andromeda) taught me to listen to the rotating equipment's harmonics and understand its health. I learnt to gauge the machine without the test equipments during the silent hours rounds around the majestic ship. A wobbly feeling at the finger tips was checked by the duty sailor immediately with the test equipment to rest any doubt. The machines are designed to perform and fail too. The failure can surely be predicted (to a large extent).

A large part of basic training involves equipment phase. As a young Officer, one has to understand the nuances of systems and integration of each system with its counterparts as the War Machine comes to life. The most crucial aspect of the War Machine, therefore, are the men who make things happen. Equipments , if left to themselves, cannot power up. It is these Men who control the War Machines to deliver the desired punch. Each passing year with the War Machinery increases the confidence of the young Men as they gain their Sea/Land/Air Legs under the watchful seniors. The Services provide a wonderful opportunity to young Men to take decisions. The only link between the HOD on-board a Vessel and the Commander-in-Chief is the venerable Ol' Man. He is my shield, he is my barrier and he is my umbrella. I am responsible to him for the performance of my section and my section's integration with the other sections on-board the vessel.

The time has arrived for the introspection. Each one of us has a core job to perform and we need to continue our own tryst with our core sector. We can not be complacent and we can not be sulking at lost opportunities. We all are a part of the large War Machinery of this Nation and each one of us a role to play. The Ol' Men at every level need to take charge and ensure the desired performance. The HODs and Men need to ensure that the equipments tick on, perform and integrate seamlessly to make the War Machine come alive. Any stumbling block needs to be rectified and Happy Crews must set sail for the missions to be accomplished.

Mere rhetoric (nameless especially!!) at this stage of time need to understand that able Indians need to be motivated to come forward and don the Uniforms and not to let the independence wither away. We have traveled far and we still have miles to go. This journey is arduous and so it has been for every other Nation on this planet. Salute the Tri Color and keep looking straight at it rather than bend over the eyes on each other's shoulders.