Sunday, December 27, 2020

How I got hooked & married!!!

 


When you are the chosen one in a marriage, you are Henpecked (no gender-bias here)!


When I got to date a charming lady, I spoke English! Well, no ...not a futile vanity notion of appearing sophisticated or at least educated. Only that after failing a dozen encounters, a friendly advice was being adhered to.


The idea was, if you speak English, no one is listening! …so, whatever may you say, won’t matter. Just look interested, act gentle, be ears and smile. Drop a short sentence here and there.


Unlike native tongue, once spoken, will compulsively be interpreted, dissected and expounded, English won’t ever stand against you.


So, marriage, that it was! The first sex though, was English too...


Hold your horses …Sex was obviously silent and naïve. What you expect from someone speaking English to get hooked? Speaking English in pivotal matters, is like a poultry chicken being ecstatic – while pulled out of its cage!

Over the years, as we mature like good old wine, you realise, no matter what language you spoke (or for that matter, what you spoke), when you are the center of the stage in a marriage, you are Henpecked (no gender-bias here)!

 


Cheers you dead meat!


PS: English is a fine language & chickens are cute ( …good to taste too).

 

Saturday, October 31, 2020

A Georgians diary ..An unconventional story!

No one asks why you joined Navy or the oil & gas industry. Everyone knows you have to get a job, for a living. What job, no one cares, me neither...

I come from a remote Himalayan village with no naval tradition. There are sons and fathers and grandpas with lifetime experience in the army (they can’t stop talking of it…) and this is a haze that blankets almost every conversation in almost every house, hotel and bar. It's a ghost in the room when a young man talks to his family about what to do with his life. It's the army!



Either I was brilliant or my father pushed me into it. I got in Military school with all the booming confidence of a teenager only to realize that I was not into studies & it was my father who had pushed me so far. Military schools had the glory of the past, but sadly that didn't extend much in its present only that the parents hadn't realized and so felt proud.
 
Nevertheless I was fortunate to be at Dholpur Military School... What were the options? Central, Army or Military school? We had some keen and devoted teachers and principals, Col. BR Sharma, Hindi teacher Shri. Mattham Rai, Craft teacher and NCC instructor MR. UBS Atri to name a few.. Their name, words on encouragement, motivation, discipline and impressions stay with you.. lifelong!

 

Military school left deep imprints in most of us; even today I miserably fail in ladies company, seeking favors, giving bribes, sycophancy and other traits that thrive in the civil society. Especially the entitled lot, who had their parents serving ‘other ranks’ in the army and wanted their sons to get a commission didn't thought much except army of course. Anyways there was neither much that could be thought of and army for most seemed a viable option, unlike today.

 

School only can provide an environment and encouragement.. Studies, I believe, is a personal call.. while I was much into sports and Vivekananda hall activities, excelling in declamations and debates, I well didn't study hard enough! 




      





Apart from the zest for living and taking the challenges head on ..friends for life is what I earned at the school and hold it dear! 


Computer followed by the internet has not just brought about a change but a revolution in our minds and our lives. This was still a distant thing in happening. For now, we were youthful and happy among our lot living our parents dream… many did crash as we left the school minus that commission. Parents can be so nasty most of the lot got to realize or it might not have been them but just the expectations that can either drive or else dump you to slumber, self pity and depression. We learn life only by living it, the key is to bounce back!

 

Almost my entire class enrolled in college, me too only to realize its futility. We left school in 1992. The Babri masjid had been demolished and UP was in a state of chaos. The Rohilkhand College took admission but didn't commence classes. 



To kill boredom, I joined the boxing troupe at the stadium. I got beaten by just one point for my selection in state championship. I believe someone cheated on the scores. 


One night I took a train out of the city and the college only to get recruited. Navy just happened to be the first scheduled for recruitment. For just one vacancy in the Zonal recruitment center about 700 ran the one thousand two hundred meters race.

 

My plan was to appear for in-house commission worthy exams as soon I completed my one-year basic training's and be at the officers academy in the second year, before any of my classmate would probably make it.

 

We propose and the god dispose!

 

Navy has a British system to kill its talent. In any batch the best get fast up the ladder of promotions. That’s fine! but the senior most (as per years in a rank) gets to be the in charge … so usually it is the dumbest one who is the senior most in any rank and gets to lead. Goats are leading while lions follow….or that is the system!

 

In my circumstance, I got lucky though. I got to be the head of my division of 150 crews. Was the best speaker for my whole batch of more than a thousand rough hands and finally landed in technical trade. I was offered a choice to go into Naval aviation but I let it pass for it would limit my chances of any going many places and adventure. It didn't look a mistake then and not was it now.

  


I myself began my work life in "The Navy" right after Senior-School & I've seen the "ups" and the "downs" of the occupation. I had no clue what to expect when I started and was too prideful to ask. So, I dove in head first. The only consolation was that I remained in the fray till the last day.



Everyone around gradually gave up on me though I attempt to get through the SS Board with lesser expectations every next time.

 

Somehow, I got struck with my choice of the blue-collar side of this business... Unlike army in Navy boots are worn usually for punishments. The usual reprisal for insubordination was being in boots. I was so much in boots that even when I was not at defaulter I still remained in boots. Gradually I matured to the thought – “If you get your arm in dogs’ mouth, better be gentle”. I took heart from the thought that with my early job I could assist a little way, my siblings to get better in life.


In hindsight... it was an adventure while perusing civil education- sailing, roaming, travelling & trekking!

                


I got some good white-collar days being an instructor at Technical Position Sonobuoy in Mumbai and National Hydrographic School in Vasco-da-Gama, Goa. There is a clever quote “make the disruptive in-charge and you get better discipline”. I was a good instructor.


I speak of it as if it were a ghost when, in all actuality, it really is. I took an early retirement (15 years the best part of a man’s life). Next, I found myself having the glorious time of my life at the oil patch.

 

With my experience in naval Hydrography, India opening up to multinational companies, Reliance expanding the scope of offshore explorations in Krishna Godavari basins.




It seemed as if you wanted something that dearly, the nature does conspire in favor. It felt like destiny paving the path all along the way, only now you could see the blocks fall in place.

 


I realize I never had a job. It was much more - ‘a way of life’.

 

It was only later that I moved on to the Middle East… found my greener pastures in the deserts of Gulf, its scorching seas and since had opportunity to be in far off countries like Cyprus, Gibraltar, Gran Canaria, Chile, Brazil and Argentina exploring the southernmost end of the world and off course the lovely laidback pubs in the UK.


Hydrography is a tremendous field of work, the whole world is the arena and the oceans are your playground. 


I started out at the bottom of the pecking order and went strength to strength with a good fortune to team up with some of the best industrious global survey companies and earnest survey teams. 


It's an enthusiastic journey.. training globally including comprehensive Reson Multibem training at Gravesend, UK; participating in survey projects spread globally across various oil fields and wind farms in the Indian ocean region, the Arabian sea, Caspian sea, Red sea. Mediterranean sea, North and South Atlantic ocean and UK Sector North sea.


Work has been ever exciting with new technologies, sensors and equipment like  Multibeam Echo sounder, Synthetic Aperture sonar, ROTV (remote operated Towed Vehicle) Hugins AUV (Autonomous Underwater Vehicle) and USV (Unmanned Surface Vehicle) advent in deep water Hydrographic surveys. Its awesome!

 













 

I also come to realize it doesn’t matter where you have been once it’s over. All that really matters is where you return to…

 

During my stay in Mumbai Georgians from Chanakya Marine academy would come over for a chat. For the youngsters who might be interested in Merchant Navy or the oil and gas industry… here are some pointers… 

 

Making the Choice...

 

So if you've decided that you will get in the merchants navy. You've told yourself that it's for you and you want to get that offshore money. Well, that's your decision and I will not judge.

But I hope you've prepared yourself for hard work and a lot of long hours. What have you decided? Rough necking with its back breaking, tiresome work? Almost 80% of the old navy guys invariantly earn spondylitis. I suppose it’s the low hatches, confined spaces and cramped bunks.

All of that with extremely long hours and usually 24 hour on calls status or do you want to other things in life? Some people are overly cautious of perils at sea. Let me assure you it’s much safer to be at sea than driving on the Indian roads any day. Well, choose wisely. It is lucrative but, as with everything, there are harsh drawbacks that most entry level don't consider.

Decide what fits you best. Being a Georgian it must not be any relevant but better be warned again. Harden your emotions and sensitivity because there truly is no room for the weak minded. If you were a hot head or were sensitive to taunts and teasing in high school then the offshore way of living is not for you.

 

Your initial months will be tough. Offshore guys often forget how tough it was when they were "worms" (short-service-employee) and mostly always subject new recruits to harsh hazing and pranks. My first day sailing a ship, I was Dead Sea sick but by the next sailing I was better and sea worthy. For an unfortunate few, it never gets over. I've seen men locked in port-a-potties for hours and I've witnessed men being worked so hard as new employees that they pass out from heat or exhaustion. I dare not speak of the other events I've witnessed. The point is, you will be hazed and your metal will be tested so get tough.


In my field of Hydrographic survey.. expectations out of the survey tech. can be high. Being onboard a survey vessel offshore with limited resources, innovation and diversity are expected. A thorough understanding of survey spread is a must. 


One is expected to deal with a variety of problems including mechanical, electronic, electrical and hydraulic. In addition, an experienced survey engineer is expected to interface and operate a host of underwater sensors, troubleshoot hydrographic electronic equipment along with computer and software issues, plan and implement maintenance schedules, operate electrical and hydraulic winches during deployment and operation of underwater sensors, besides close call incidents keep me on my toes during the survey operations.

 


Advice is a most unwanted solicitation simply because an intelligent won’t need it while a fool won’t take it. Yet I'll take my chances with you..

 

Work...

There's a watch system of doing 12 hour rotations but, most likely, you may have to work it "old school" style. You will never have "rain out days". You will work in the harshest of environments and meanest weather. Get used to exhaustion and fatigue because you will feel them both quite often. You'll get tired from the cold and you'll be soaked in sweat too. Then you'll be out in the freezing rain or burning sun. You will get to work all over the globe. So expect all diversity. You'll look around at about 3AM and you'll see everyone else in your doghouse passed out but somehow you are expected to stay awake. Then, you'll ask for relief, only to be made fun of and called every name in the book. You'll have to chew on your pride and take the insults so you can go get some much needed rest. Or, you let your ego win...your choice.


Time Off...

This will be relatively short. Some places you can get a hitch. 4 week on 2 week off, 6 weeks on 4 week off, 8 weeks on 4 week off, 2-on 2-off, etc... Some places keep it old school. 24/7 on call and the only guaranteed time off is when you ask for it a month in advance. I've worked them all. Good part is in most offers – its door to door - You'll travel time is included in your work days… but not with all companies.  You’ll be catching up on sleep that you were deprived of during your hitch. You'll be too exhausted to go places with your family until about the third or fourth day. Then most likely you'll just want to lay around and watch TV. You'll have money in the bank but you won't have the energy to get up and spend it (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). Then when you're feeling rested and relaxed, you'll get a text or a call telling you where your next assignment is and you'll take off to do it all over again.


Travel...

Make no mistake: if you want a career in this business you will HAVE to travel. When you go on your hitch, you're agreeing to go anywhere and everywhere you’re told. At a moment’s notice you can go from a job in deep south to a job in far west. I am speaking from experience. When you ask the question "When are we going home?" you'll get a simple response to the nature of; "When your hitch is over". I myself enjoyed this part because I do not like being in one place for very long. But familiarize yourself with a constant changing schedule because you'll hardly ever have a dedicated work assignment.


Money...

The wisest advice I have ever heard from the old timers is this: "Spend like a beggar even if you are the king". This business is shaky. This industry shifts with all things. When oil prices drop, so does your pay rate. When the market takes a dive, so does your earnings. Not to mention …its at its low right now.

Change your mindset from wanting to buy all the things you desire to wanting to invest in your future or your own retirement. Think about it, do you really need a 49 lacs car or a 12 lacs or 7 lacs one? I'd rather look at 37 lacs in the bank than 49 lacs worth of crap collecting dust in my porch.


In Summary...

 

What is adventure to most people is just another boring day in a seafarers’ life.

 

I apologize if my post seems foreboding. I don't mean to discourage anyone. I am simply offering an account of my own experiences in order to present a non-biased outlook on what who steps into this business is facing. Things have changed a lot since I first started. Things aren't as cowboy any more. Operations are becoming safer and safer and I am very thankful for that. But this is still a business where hard work and tough living isn't only encouraged, it's required.

But on the upside, this is the only industry I know of where a man can rise to management type positions without a college degree. I didn’t have one either, later though I earned a few. If you can keep your wits, stay focused on your work, build up your skills and get along with people, you can go far.

 

 

(to be continued…for time being do post your comments, feelings or just shout back)

 

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Friday, October 30, 2020

Catching up with friends!


I had an amicable time in Delhi. Occasionally I would call upon old school friends on weekends… most people are occupied with their occupation on weekdays except Rajiv who is a pilot.

 

On Friday afternoon I happened to call upon Sirinivas Tiwari. He lately got transferred to Delhi and stays nearby although we hadn’t met. “Let’s go to the school” Tiwari said.

 


My previous plans for a school visit since my friend Maj. Manoj was transferred there never materialised. This too seemed quite unlikely as Srinivas planned to leave tomorrow… while I expected a call from my UAE office.

 

Srinivas mentioned the pip ceremony for Manoj being promoted to Lt. Colonel in his alma mater. This happened to be an occasion worth attending.

 

Evening the families met at Srinivas residence. Rajiv too dropped in.

 


Next day afternoon at 1.30 P.M we were on our way to airport to pick up a friend of Tiwari who too was enthusiastic to come on the trip. Initially these two guys had planned to go. Now it was four of us on our way to Agra.

 

At the beer shop I realised that Rajiv was a disciplined pilot and also drove the car well. 

Tiwari hails from Agra and with him navigating we crossed over Agra and had to a turn back asking directions from passers-by, shopkeepers and autowallas.

 

Manoj was shopping with his family in Sadar Bazaar (most of the cantonments in India have a Sadar Bazaar). 


Our classmate Sarabjeet too joined us. We drove to the army mess for the night stay. 

As the geyser in the room was not working Rajeev continently postponed what was a chilly water bath.

 

Udaiveer too joined us for a chat. The chitchat, catching up with the old times went past midnight. It was 1.30 a.m. we ventured out. At such an odd hour meal could only be found at the railway station.

 

The Punjabi da dhaba was still serving. We finally slept at 3 a.m.



Life is only as good as you feel.

It’s been almost 12 weeks at the west coast of India. 

People from all over the world are here in this American Barge. Now I am working with Singaporeans. It’s a cheerful company. 



We've youngsters seeking big money in offshore jobs & old timers who know the sea as the back of their hand yet miss their families. 

There are some too old who still come back to sea for they have no company back home and find solace on job. Sea is all they share a familiarity with!

 

I'd been at sea quite long so it’s an easy job with good money.

 


First the job kept being postponed, getting us to stay at some nice hotels & awesome holiday resorts in Chinnai & Puducherry. 

 



Now the job just keeps getting extended.

I hope to be on land by mid of April. In all these weeks I have again gained 15 pounds in weight. 

Now I have commenced an hour of swift walk, little yoga & few exercises to be able to fit in my clothes which already have become a bit difficult.

 




At sea reading is a pleasure. 

I concluded ‘Shantaram’ by Gregory David Roberts. The thick biography tells what good nature Indians posses and how badly corrupt is the Indian system. 

Now I’ve begun with an autobiography ‘Iacoccoa’ by Lee Iacocca.



I’ve watched a couple of good movies on my laptop – Mel Gibsons’ what women want (***) & Payback (*), Sylvester Stallone’ Demolition Man (**), Anger Management (*), Brad Pitts’ Meet Joe Black (-) & Oscar winner Little Miss Sunshine (*).


So when you are making decent money, reading books & watching movies- Life is good! Oh! 



There is other part of the coin too…. monotonous life at sea, wakeful nights…. Life is only as good as you feel it to be. 







Catch up with more stories later. Cheers!





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