Wind Can Blow Either Way

Great experiences make military life marvelous – even for the family members of soldiers. It lasts a long time, much after we hang our boots and even after we migrate to another continent.

Marina emigrated to Canada in March 2002 and I took over command of the Surveillance and Target Acquisition (SATA) Battery in June 2002. For someone who served his entire regimental life in a Medium Regiment operating Bofors guns to suddenly land in a Surveillance Regiment equipped with radars, drones and survey gadgets – it was an altogether different experience. I had to learn everything from scratch and had to familiarise with the officers and soldiers.

The regiment was an excellent outfit.  I set off with training on various surveillance equipment, starting with radars.  I had to convert from a Medium Gunner to a Surveillance Gunner. The officers and soldiers helped me to imbibe both the art and the science of surveillance, many a times explaining the procedures and drills repeatedly.  I read all the operator and training manuals of all  equipment and in two weeks time, I was proficient enough to handle them.

(With Santosh the evening I  hung my boots in July 2004)

My Radio Operator Santosh Kodag a Maratha, took charge of the household, but was surprised that my family had not come along.  Commanding Officer living alone in a fabulous peace station like Devlali – Santosh realised something was wrong.

Devlali is one of the most relaxed military stations located near Nasik city – about 150 km from Mumbai.  It has a colonial charm and is clean with fresh air and lots of greenery and open spaces.  The climate is fabulous all through the year.  The schools in the area are well known for their educational standard.  The Cantonment offers all recreational facilities like horse riding, swimming, squash, tennis, golf, club, etc – all that goes with a good military station.  The School of Artillery is located here where all Gunner officers are trained.  Hence, it is always abuzz with Young Officers and also newly married young couples.

A week after landing in Devlali and when Santosh felt that I was well settled, one evening, handing over a glass of whisky to me said “I know your wife is away in Canada and your children are in Kerala. Why don’t you get the children here?

Our daughter is in Grade 4 and our son in LKG. I will not get adequate time to take care of them. My mother is taking care of them well in Kerala,” I replied.

To this Santhosh said “Why don’t you get your mother and your kids here. I will take care of everything. I know your mother is pretty old. You do not have to worry.”

I thought for a while and then called up my mother about my plans to shift her and children to Devlali. She said “I was also thinking about it. My duty is to take care of the children and it would always be better that you are around.

I booked the tickets for my mother and children to travel to Devlali and Santosh went to Kottayam, Kerala to accompany them.

Santosh now took over everything – handing over the medications to my mother and also taking her for her regular medical  appointments with the Military Hospital – getting our son Nikhil ready for school (Nidhi was independent by then)- serving breakfast for all, packing up lunch boxes, etc.

After two years, I relinquished command and also hung up my boots and migrated to Canada.

Now Santosh is married with two kids, serving in the regiment as a Havildar (Sergeant). Every year when we visit India, we send a parcel of gifts for him, his wife and children.

February 2018, we travelled to India to attend the Golden Jubilee celebrations of my parent unit – 75 Medium Regiment. The SATA Regiment  deputed Havildar Santosh to receive us and accompany us to the Medium Regiment.

Marina was busy shopping for gifts for Santosh and his family. Marina had met Santosh only twice – when we traveled to India – and she has been ever thankful to him for taking care of the children in her absence.

I recently asked Nikhil as to whether he remembered anything of Devlali days and he said “The only person I remember is Santosh Bhaiyya – the poor guy, I gave him a difficult time – especially when he tried to feed me and get me ready for school.

On 01 November 2018, our SATA Regiment celebrated its Diamond Jubilee. We could not travel to India for the occasion as our daughter Nidhi was expecting our grandson’s birth. I got a silver trophy made for the occasion and it was presented to our Regiment on my behalf by Havildar Santosh.

Wind can blow either way in the Indian Army. A soldier can soothe the pains of his Commanding Officer too.

7 thoughts on “Wind Can Blow Either Way

  1. Yes Koduvath .

    The relation between an officer and his Sahayak has to be experienced before fingers are pointed ( like here by clueless politicians…wanting to scrap the system.)

    My long time Sahayak Govindaswamy of 753 bty, a severe diabetic needed frequent care and i helped him much after he retd and came to me his leg amputated and arti leg fitted here. His son a Sub in a med regt in the same Gurgaon comes and meets me!

    My other batmen Murthy from Muscat and Rajendran from Vellore come once a year to help me with things which i cant manage here. What can i ever give them except affection…22 yrs after i hung up my boots.

    How can i forget my sahayaks of 1965 and 1971 wars?

    Best wishes Surya

    PS You saw the “kachcha” list of offrs coming for GJ?

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  2. Reji, your article exceedingly well written. But this time my eyes went moist with nostalgic memories of Jagbir & Jeet, both of then Jat who were literally in charge of me. ALL THIS ASSOCIATION IS POSSIBLE IN FAUJ ONLY. Jagbir had complete control over me as a youngster including my bank cheque book. Jagbir was a sharp layer of the gun. He retired as a Hav. More on him when we meet. My mother use to eat Jeet’s breakfast daily and feed him a Bengali one. Every one in the house knew this exchange pgme except me for obvious reasons. One day I caught them as I was given a puri with aloo sabji (Bengali style) for breakfast. One bite & I confronted my mother saying that this puri is from our langar & how did it come here? Initially they all denied but soon they relented and the whole cat was out of bag. I called Jeet to enquire if he was well fed. He replied in affirmative. I let the event pass gracefully. More on Jeet bhaiya when we meet.
    Reji, thanks for shaking my brain and bringing some great moments alive. I feel God is very kind to us for having seen such priceless days.

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  3. Yes Reji, we all relive those days in fauj. I recently got in touch with my Kancha Ek Bahadur. He is in Brunei and we spoke for over an hour just to relive our days together. He remembers my wife and children very affectionately though the interaction was short.

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  4. Dear Regi,
    Yes the bond the Sahayak has for the family is tremendous
    I enjoy the warmth of my brother’s Thambi, who was as much a son to our Dad
    My mother today feels so comfortable even when my brother is away
    Amazing bonds man and nice that it continues

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