The Sacred Vehicle
Commanding Officers (CO) of all Artillery Regiments travel in a Jeep – a light vehicle identified by the alphabet Z painted prominently on all sides. Most other arms and services have COMMANDING OFFICER written on the front of the CO’s vehicle. Needless to say, it is the most decked-up and mechanically fit vehicle in any unit, driven by the most competent and disciplined driver. It carries with it an air of sacred and infallible exclusivity – an object of reverence bordering on mythology.
A Single Parent CO
Our unit was a cooperating unit of the School of Artillery, Devlali. We provided equipment and soldiers to ensure the smooth conduct of training for students of various courses. This was at a time when I was a single parent CO – Marina had already migrated to Canada. The responsibility of bringing up our children rested solely on me.
My residence was about 400 metre behind the unit, with the Officers’ Mess in between. I could walk to the unit or the Mess at any time, and hardly ever used the Z.
A Daughter’s Doubt
One day, our daughter Nidhi, a Grade 6 student, returned from school with a question. “Dad, are you a CO?“
“Yes,” I replied. “What’s the matter?“
“Everyone in my class tells me that you cannot be a CO,” she said.
“But why?” I queried, genuinely curious.
Her reason left me taken aback. “They say that if I am a CO’s daughter, I would be dropped at school on a Z, and not cycling down to school,” she replied, with the innocence only a child can possess.
“OK. I am not a CO, then. You continue to cycle to school,” I said, offering a justification that satisfied her young mind.
A Call from the School of Artillery
One morning, I received a call from a senior Staff Officer at the School of Artillery Headquarters. His concern was delicate but pointed: our Regimental officers were travelling in jeeps while Colonels of the Tactical and Field Wings – many approved for Brigadier rank – were travelling on their scooters. It was not just the officers; even their ladies used the vehicles. This was evidently an eyesore for those Colonels who had commanded their regiments well – else they would not have been posted to the School of Artillery.
I did not mince words in my response. “When some of these Colonels were commanding their regiments, they had five jeeps – one for the CO, one for his wife, one for his daughter, one for his son, and one for his dog. I have only one, and the rest are shared by other officers. This is my command, and I will decide what to do with my jeeps. Henceforth, please keep away from my command functions.“
The matter was not raised again.
A New Officer’s Dilemma
On a Saturday, our Adjutant informed me that the in-laws of Captain Vikrant – who had joined us just a week earlier – were in station.
“Then let us have a get-together in the evening at the Officers’ Mess. Please invite them too,” I suggested. The CO’s mild suggestions are invariably directions to be implicitly followed.
During the evening gathering, I asked Captain Vikrant, “What are you doing tomorrow? It’s a Sunday.”
“My in-laws want to visit Shirdi,” he replied.
“How are you going?” I enquired.
“I have booked seats on the School of Artillery bus leaving from the Club tomorrow morning.“
I paused, then said, “When our officers’ parents or in-laws visit Shirdi, they take the Z. Havildar Suresh, my driver, will report to you tomorrow morning.”
Hearing this, our Quartermaster, Captain Subhash, passed the customary instructions to Havildar Suresh: carry adequate water, soft drinks, sandwiches, and a spare jerrycan of petrol.
The Call Before Dawn
Sunday morning at five, I was quite rudely awakened by the telephone ringing. It hardly ever rang unless there was some very, very important information to be conveyed to the CO – which was indeed a rarity.
It was Captain Vikrant on the other end. “Good morning, Sir. Sorry to disturb you at this hour. Your vehicle is standing in front of my residence.”
“It’s there to take you all to Shirdi,” I confirmed.
“I thought you were not serious when you told me that,” he said, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and apology.
I shot off a volley of the choicest profanities in my vocabulary, ending with, “Now you take the vehicle to Shirdi, and on Monday morning, see me in my office.”
The Explanation
On Monday morning, Major Suresh Babu, our Second-in-Command, escorted Captain Vikrant to my office. “Sir, please don’t get angry with him,” he said. “He is only a week old in our unit. He is yet to know you.”
I looked at Captain Vikrant, and he spoke. “This is my second unit. Before this, I served only in a Field Regiment for five years. There, the Z was regarded as something holy—something of an institution. I have never travelled in a Z till now. That is why I called you early in the morning to reconfirm.”
I dismissed them both with words that summed up my philosophy: “The Z did not come as a dowry to me when I got married to the Regiment.”

Not a dowry gift…Brilliantly said…Tightly written…Quality article.As CO in Patiala, as Commander in Gwalior, as GOC in Baramula, the Jawan or family or all passing on the road with luggage in hands/head sat in the staff car. If a woman was there, I got out and began walking…If a man, he sat in front…If two, one sat next to me.The staff car was not my dowry gift either.Warm regards,Raj
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Well written Reji sir.
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Salutes sir… You proved to be a genuine C.O.
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Nice post Sir. Well written.
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Nice one Reji…
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I am copying the article on to my Course Yahoo Group. With your permission, please.
Not disputing Dowry Comment but copyright issue.
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Sure sir, but the dowry is mine
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Sirji hats off to you
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Reji it is typical of you When I served in AC Hyd Col Reddy was the Dy Car he allowed all officers to use his staff car when required He used say it is staff car for the use of staff not my private car Now a days people like him and you are not visible in Army
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I enjoyed reading this. But I must say, such people have not disappeared. Just after he became Chief, Gen VK Singh drove to our house for dinner, in his own car. So it’s not entirely unknown.
My husband retired as the VCOAS..but the night he retired, the cars were returned.Though he could keep them a few weeks.
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That is why they are not visible in service now
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That is why they are not visible in service now
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Wow Reji !!!! Bull’s eye. The dowry part was icing on the cake. My classic experience. I was posted to a new raising Air O P Flt in 1987. As per WE we got 5 new jeeps. One for each section. One heptr is one section and we have 5 heptrs in one flt. This arrangement is basically for the chopper to op independently att to any Bde HQ. Thus three for three Bdes and two choppers down for stringent periodical maintenance. So a Flt is equipped to cater for a Div requirement. At any one time there would be 7 to 10 pilots posted in a Flt. I was posted in this Flt as a QFI and also its 2ic. Our Flt Cdr would not allow any offr to use any of these jeeps. Even pregnant wives of young pilots were not allowed to go for regular check up to the Mil Hosp that was about 6 Kms away for our unit loc. Obviously thus putting strain on the young pilot. This was not good at all from the flt safety point of view. So all these young offrs approached me for a solution. So I told them that all must be present in the next day’s early morning briefing.
Next morning after conducting the flying briefing I accosted the Flt Cdr and appraised the predicament. He will not budge. So I let go …. “sir, you are using a jeep as flt cdr, perfect. But you are also using another jeep to go to a place 15 kms away to buy chicken that was Rs.2/- cheaper than the local market. Your’s and mine wife will not get pregnant but surely these young couples will do so. Sir, kindly do not eat all the laddoos yourself. Distribute and eat. Also it is not good from flt safety point of view”. He went out of the briefing room with a gruff and with a loud grunt “OK”. Humorous though.
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Dear Reji, Nice one. I posted my comments in the blog. Keep writing. This is a rare talent you have. Best wishes. “Love ends when you stop caring”. I pray to God for your good health & happiness. Lt Col Ranjan Kr Deb (Veteran – 53rd IMA). 09830039949 (M)
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That’s an incredible post Sir with so many lessons for both the juniors and the seniors of our org. More such offrs are reqd to reach the top brass of our org.
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Awesome Sir Kudos Quality Leadership
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Incredible sir…
In academy we taught to become Sam or Thimayya but in our Service people are like our last few Boss…
Who are disgracing this elite institution for their personal & post retirement goals…
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Heartwarming stuff.
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Hi Reji Sir, How are you ? Well written article ? I think we did LGSC ( fd) in same course .
Regards , Col R C Maharana ( retd)
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Yes. We did LGSC together 1989-90
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This was a good read and should be read by those who need to the most – serving COs
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Hi Reji Sir,
WoW!!!… So typical of you!!!… How are you???… Long time no hear… Did that beautiful course Intro SATA with you… Have very fond memories of that great time spent with you…
Deep Regards…
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Yes, I convincingly accept that such people are ‘RARE BREEDS’ Which u hardly find. I have one more in my service as of now. Salute U sir !!!!
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How things have Changed with use of Public Property’!. I was commissioned in 1948, and Joined I Dogra, at Jalandhar. No one including the Commanding officer ever used any Public transport for any private or personal use, unless, it was specifically Hired, on payment of 8 Annas, equal ti 50 Paise, per Mile. The Duty slip was Made out in Red Ink, All offers , including the CO, use to come from the residence to Office/ Unit lines in their personal transport, that was mostly cycles. Sahayaks were allowed only in field units, and on payment of Rs. 30/- per Month. The same was deducted by CDA from pay. Ladies and Children were not allowed access to Officers Mess, except a specially dedicated Room, that was marked as Ladies Room.
Officers never used any Government item, of Clothing and equipment. we purchased Cloth from Officer’s Shop, got our uniforms stitched to fit each individual at his own cost. One never saw an officer using regular Government issued Shoes for Other Ranks. We got our Service patron Boots made by Cobblers , own arrangements. There were No free rations for officers at peace stations. Officers Messes were run on Basis of No Profit No loss. Daily Messing costs were equally shared by all dining Members. Such was concern shown by officers towards use of Public property. to be able to earn the respect of the all ranks under their Command.
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