Believe it, or not! But, it is a recorded fact of military history and is true as true can be. The soldiers for the Chinese Federal Army that supported the Allied war effort in the Asia-Pacific region during the Second World War were recruited in a peculiar fashion.
Men, considered expert at recruiting, would suddenly descend upon a neighbourhood and cordon off a few blocks. Then they would work into the centre like beaters on a wild animal hunt. Once the unsuspecting boys were rounded up, they’d be given a physical examination to determine if they were eligible for service. This examination consisted solely of their dropping their pants. If they were old enough to have pubic hair, they were in the Chinese army.
God knows for how long after the WW II, that system of recruitment continued.
Needless to say, those youth were anything, but volunteers. The unwilling little dragons were potential hazards to military operations. For one, they were extremely fearful of flying. In one case, an aircraft crashed because several panicking recruits jumped out as their plane picked up speed on the take off run. The rest dashed to the rear of the plane to follow suite. That led to over-weighting the tail, causing the aircraft to stall into the ground.
They had a horrendous sense of humour. When they did get used to flying as passengers, they considered it a big joke to open up the cargo door of an aircraft in flight, point to something interesting below and entice a buddy to peep out, and then push him out. An occasional troop-carrying plane would arrive at its destination with one or two men short.
This one is even more bizarre! The recruits believed that an evil dragon was following them at all times and constantly sought to evade it. They endeavoured to stay just a step ahead. The aircraft provided a means of getting rid of the dragon. All that a recruit had to do was to run in front of a taxying aircraft. The closer he came to the whirling propellers, the surer he was that the dragon following him would be chopped to pieces by the propeller blades. Quite often, a dragon-fleeing Chinese would run into the propeller blades himself. It would make an ungodly mess, with pieces of ‘Chinese’ flying everywhere. The spectators would roar with laughter at the ghastly sight. Oh, those Chinese!
Of what relevance is the above information today to the Indian Jawan standing vigil at the Line of Actual Control (LAC) between India and China?
The country we call People’s Republic of China, came into being on October 1, 1949. Going by simple logic, there is a chance that quite a few senior members of the present day People’s Liberation Army (PLA) of China might have been recruited and might have led life as described above. And for sure, all of them must have been trained and groomed by people who would have gone through the queer recruitment procedure and lived the fear of the dragon.
Again, as brought out, PLA is not a volunteer army, not a very seasoned one either (as compared to the Indian Army). It has not fought many wars. In its war against Korea, it suffered huge losses (nearly 2,09,000 dead/ wounded). In its war against India (1962), its losses were 700 (nearly half as many as India’s nearly 1400).
Psychological warfare through social media has been ‘ON’ for a long while. Chinese propaganda machinery has projected the PLA to be a ‘professional’ army. But their recent actions at the LOC suggest otherwise. They are cruel, not brave; they are unscrupulous and (we hear) they have no respect even for the dead. They have a swarm mentality.
In the words of Air Marshal Vinod Patney (the IAF veteran of Kargil fame), “The Chinese are not six feet tall.”
Dear Jawan, know your adversary and know yourself. Although today’s Chinese soldier might be well trained and might wield a state-of-the-art weapon, he is not a willing and motivated being. He lacks experience too. But don’t get carried away––he is slimy, untrustworthy.
You have inherited war fighting from the best in the business. You are a professional army seasoned over many years of war fighting: in WW I, WW II and in the wars with Pakistan and China itself. Besides, thanks to Pakistan sponsored infiltration attempts, your war fighting skills have remained honed and tested.
We hear that in the recent encounter in Galwan Valley, some rules of engagement had deferred your response to the back stabbing by the Chinese. It led not only to the martyrdom of our brave hearts but mutilation of the bodies of some of them.
Next time, if ever it comes to fighting with primitive weapons make the best use of them. But pray don’t stoop to pay back the adversary in their coin. The time one spends in mutilating a dead warrior could be utilised better to slit another (enemy) throat or chop another (enemy) head.
Just remember, you are there, not to lay down your life for the country but to kill the enemy to protect India’s territorial integrity. Jai Hind! (Author’s Note: The Chinese history discussed in this post has been sourced from “Over the Hump,” a book authored by Lieutenant General William H Tunner)
Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s short speech this afternoon (June 17, 2020) to the nation on the border skirmish with China can be summed in just one word: “R-E-S-O-L-V-E”. “Our Jawans died fighting; their sacrifices will not go in vain,” he had said. One was reminded of a similar resolve when he had displayed exactly the same emotion after the Pulwama Terror strike and…
And Balakot happened.
Modi’s speech catapulted me back in time to a historical event. In July 1976, another Prime Minister in another country was faced with a crisis of similar intensity but a different dimension. A hundred and four Israelis were held hostage by terrorists at Entebbe Airport in Uganda. They were demanding release of a number of Palestinians held in Israeli jails on charges of terrorism. The deadline was fast approaching at the end of which, they had threatened to kill the innocent civilians.
The rescue operation 3000 odd kms away from Israel entailed flying through hostile Arab territories. An error of judgement could cost lives: lives of the hostages, lives of the rescue team. So he––supported by his Cabinet, and the opposition led by Menachem Begin––decided to capitulate to the terrorists.
For Rabin, 104 Israeli lives were precious. He also knew that his decision (to capitulate to the terrorists) would mean the collapse of Israel’s policy of not surrendering to terror––a policy it had taken years to build, at a formidable cost in innocent blood (Note: Israel has swapped terrorists for hostages in extremely rare cases). Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin was caught between the devil and the deep sea.
While the preparations were still on to negotiate the release of the hostages, Rabin ordered his men in uniform: “Bring me something we can implement.” Circumstances pushed the terrorists’ deadline back by a few days and the military came up with a daringly dangerous, but workable plan. There could be up to 20 casualties (hostages) under normal circumstances. But, if the terrorists had even a minute’s notice, everyone could be killed, including all the commandos.
While giving a go ahead to the military, Rabin kept the Israeli parliament informed. Without doubt, it was one of the toughest decisions ever taken by any Israeli government. Rabin made it clear that if the raid (Operation Thunderbolt, later rechristened, Operation Netanyahu) failed, the government would have to resign. But when the final vote was called––kudos to a very sensible and well-meaning opposition––all hands were raised in favour of the Prime Minister’s decision. None doubted his intentions; none asked him to pledge his head.
Rest is history.
Returning to the India-China standoff in the Galwan Valley. China has orchestrated the standoff at a time when the world, including India, is busy fighting the Covid-19 pandemic. China thought that it would be able to get away with ‘murder’. It was a miscalculation, for if, one were to go by unconfirmed media reports, China too has suffered substantial losses.
The Chinese Foreign Minister is now talking of de-escalation. Going by the antecedents, any such Chinese suggestion needs to be taken with extreme caution. In fact, looking at China’s most recent belligerence, it would be prudent to carry a gun in one hand when the other one holds out an olive branch. It has become imperative to prepare militarily for a long haul. While at it, the diplomatic corps could get into overdrive and help China arrive at its Champagne Moment (read post titled “China’s Champagne Moment”). Now is the time!
Think of it… today Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s situation is not much different from Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin’s. In this moment of crisis, he (Modi) has displayed great resolve. We, the people need to stand by him. While the military and the diplomatic corps go for the dragon’s jugular, the least that the rest of us can do is: “TO-BE-OUR-BEST-SELVES.”
Need that be elaborated?
Again, like the Israeli parliamentarians in 1976, the elected representatives of the people of India will have an opportunity to prove their worth when they meet on Friday, June 19, 2020 to discuss the standoff at the behest of the Prime Minister. History will judge them (and Prime Minister Modi) by their actions on that day.
After reading this post, one of my dear friends concluded that I was suggesting that the opposition parties must support Modi and that they would be judged in the future on that basis. He did not agree with the suggestion for the opposition parties to prove themselves. In his opinion, Modi must first win the trust of the people. He added that lately he has taken the people for granted. He has the penchant for being in the limelight at the expense of everything and wants people to believe that he can do no wrong. He needs to learn to be humble, promise less and do more. He can’t keep experimenting with lives of the people without being accountable.
Is Mr Modi listening? People aren’t just looking up to you; they are ‘watching’ you.
To my concerned friend: When I said ‘Modi’, I meant ‘the Prime Minister’. I would have made the same suggestion (to support the man in that office/ chair) had the PM been Mr Rahul Gandhi, Mrs Sonia Gandhi, Mr Kejriwal, Mr Surjewala, Ms Mayawati, Ms Rabri Devi, or anyone else for that matter. I feel that it does no good questioning the leadership in the midst of a grave national crisis (two in this case: Covid-19 pandemic and the standoff with the Chinese). If people feel let down today or in the future, they’ll have an opportunity to replace him in the next general election. Let’s not forget, when time came, the docile Indian democracy showed the door to the likes of Mrs Indira Gandhi. My suggestion to the parliamentarians is to stand by Modi, the PM (not Modi, the man) when it comes to make a difficult choice in national interest. Remember, Winston Churchill was shown the door by the British people despite England’s victory in WW II.
Legend has it that after the Korean War the Americans didn’t want to
take that aircraft back to the US and offered it to India at a paltry Rs 5,000/-
an aircraft; some say, the aircraft were passed on for a mere USD each. A
number of them were certainly donated by the US, to address India’s dire need.
Does that matter now? Not really!
Packet aircraft remained the mainstay of the IAF’s transport
aircraft fleet from the mid-1950s (around the time when its production stopped)
until the workhorse was finally given a place of honour in the Air Force Museum
at Palam (March 31, 1986). Whether it was to serve the UN in Congo or to
airlift relief supplies to Egypt and Hungary; whether it was to land guns and
men at Chushul (India-China War, 1962) or to paradrop troops over Tangail
(Liberation of Bangladesh, 1971); whether it was to ferry Prime Minister Nehru
on a state visit across the Iron Curtain to Moscow or to ship Lieutenant General
AAK Niazi from Dacca to Nagpur (1972)––Packet did it all, and did it in style
and with élan. The Packet fleet also undertook air maintenance task and
paratrooping training as a matter of routine.
A look at that aircraft would make one marvel at its ability to defy
the laws of gravity and the Principles of Flight. In appearance it was quite un-aircraft-like––its designers called
it a Flying Boxcar. Others, less kind
in their treatment of the workhorse, gave it the epithet of Flying Coffin. One wonders, “With not-so-appealing (streamlined) features,
how a Packet aircraft used to (at all) get unstuck, let alone get airborne and
stay afloat?” Well! Packet aircraft had a wingspan of 110 feet. Its engines
were the most powerful engines ever built in piston engine era. They produced
3500 horsepower for a weight of 3350 pounds, that is, more than a horsepower per
pound of weight. With that brute power, the aircraft could land at Daulat Beg
Oldie, the highest airfield in the world. That was in the years 1962 to 1965––more
than half a century before the first C-130J Super Hercules landed there. The
great Indian Jugaad of installing a
jetpack atop the fuselage gave Packet aircraft the added power needed to
achieve marvellous feats. Interestingly, Packet was the only aircraft, which
had both, piston engines and a jet engine to provide thrust.
My first acquaintance with the aircraft was in February 1982 when I flew
for an air experience. And, before I
could get the real feel I had boarded the aircraft a second time, for my first
parachute descent. In the following 35 years, as a Parachute Jump Instructor
(PJI) I have jumped from nearly a dozen different types of transport aircraft
of the IAF––from the vintage Dakota and the Caribou to the state-of-the-art Special Operations aircraft, C-130J Super
Hercules. But the memory of the jumps made from Packet aircraft is indelible.
As the mind perambulates between now and those days, I recall that it was the magnificent men who flew that
machine that really made jumps and life so memorable. I feel that Packet used
to fly not because of its overly powered engines, but because of the willpower
of the men in blue. Volumes can be written about those memorable days and those
heroes. Today I’ll recall just one.
They called him Throttle Dutt.
As the name suggests, he was indeed throttle-happy––ever eager to
hop into the cockpit and fly off. Rex Raymond, his course-mate thought, that
nickname suited SK Dutt also because of his resemblance to the thin (read,
“slim”) shaft of the throttle of a Piper Cub aircraft, which they flew as
youngsters. We, the Parachute Jump Instructors (PJIs) knew that if there was an
airworthy aircraft on the tarmac and Throttle
was around, we’d get our fill of jumps––he would stop only after the task was
Whenever Wing Commander SK Dutt dropped us, we would land in the
Drop Zone, evenly scattered on either side of the centre; his name spelt confidence.
He would often come to our crew room and, over a cup of tea discuss almost everything
under the sun. He was a voracious reader. No wonder, some of his buddies called
That day I was anxious about the jump; I had reasons to be in that
state of mind. It was my first outstation
jump as an independent spotter. Wing
Commander GJ Gomes, our Chief Instructor at the Paratroopers Training School
had detailed me to take charge of the Skydiving Demonstration at the ASC Centre
at Gaya. It meant that I would be required to work out the release point depending
on the prevailing winds and advise the pilot to drop the jumpers. To achieve
that, I would be required to lean out of the open door of the aircraft in
flight and advise the captain on the intercom to steer the desirable course,
with last minute corrections. Skill of the skydivers apart, a good understanding
between the pilot and the spotter was
the key to pinpoint drops.
I had lined up the skydivers on the tarmac at Gaya Airport and had
just completed the pre-jump briefing, when a smiling Throttle Dutt and Squadron Leader Venkiteswaran (the pilots)
arrived and signalled us to emplane. They wished me good luck and were about to
board the aircraft when Captain Anil Kumar, one of the jumpers walked up to Throttle Dutt and said, “Sir, Khajuraho will be on our way when we fly
back to Agra after the demonstration jump…” Then, with wickedness swirling in
his eyes, the young officer added, “How about flying a little low over the
temples. May be we’ll get a glimpse of the beautiful statues.” He laid extra stress
on ‘the beautiful statues’.
Throttle chuckled equally slyly and nudged him towards the aircraft ladder
as if to say, “Son, first go and do a good jump.”
The demonstration went off very well. All the skydivers landed in
the designated target area in front of the spectators. Wing Commander Gomes was
pleased; the crew complimented me when we reached the tarmac after a lavish
lunch and fanfare, which are synonymous with such demonstrations. Incidentally,
with that jump I completed another century of safe landings. Very soon we were
airborne again, heading for Agra. There would be a refuelling halt en route, at
Partly the fatigue, and partly the odd beer or a gin and lime
cordial that people had downed at lunch, started taking its toll. Wickets fell
one after the other. Within minutes of our departure from Gaya, more than half
of us were asleep; the other half were fast asleep. None kept track of time.
The chit-chit in the ears caused due
to the aircraft’s descent and the mild thud associated with the landing, jostled
people from their deep slumbers. Rubbing the eyes and trying to get the
bearings right, someone asked, “Allahabad? How much time will we take to
refuel?” That question went unanswered as more and more people got up and started
looking out of the windows. Sleepiness and the fogging caused by their breaths
on the cold Perspex conspired to keep them from getting their dead reckoning.
It actually didn’t matter because: Throttle
Dutt would ensure our return home by dinner.
As was customary, people waited for the Captain of the aircraft to
come out of the cockpit and deplane first. Then, they would form a beeline to
the nearest rest room. The fastest would get relief first. “Guys!” Throttle
Dutt said as he clapped twice and drew the attention of the people still
shuffling restlessly in their seats. “I am giving you exactly one hour and
fifteen minutes,” he looked at his wristwatch and continued,” It is three now.
Be back by four fifteen. We are in Khajuraho;
the temples are not far. You can have a look as I get the aircraft refuelled.”
He exchanged a meaningful glance with the young officer who had made the
suggestion at Gaya Airport.
Throttle Dutt had chosen to refuel at Khajurao
instead of Allahabad––it was his way of keeping the morale of the people around
him high without, of course, compromising operations. Four thirty was the
closing time for that less used civil airport. For the next ninety minutes Throttle would have a tough time handling
the airport staff.
It took the greater part of a long minute for the import of Throttle’s communication to sink into
the heads of the jumpers. And when it did make sense, they got into action;
they couldn’t afford to waste another minute. It was precisely a three-minute,
all male striptease inside the aircraft, at the end of which men were in smart
casuals. They couldn’t have gone out in the streets in overalls and dungarees.
In the next few minutes two scores of crew cut men were out in the
narrow streets invading the sleepy little town of Khajuraho. They caught hold of any means they could––cycle
rickshaw, auto-rickshaw, tonga and
some even jogged to reach the tourist attractions.
Meanwhile at the airport…
A worried air traffic controller begged Throttle Dutt to clear the tarmac. He said there wasn’t enough
space to accommodate an Air India B 737 aircraft scheduled to land in a while. Throttle assured him that he would move his
aircraft further back and create enough space on the tarmac for the incoming B
737. Then, Throttle got into the
cockpit, started up the engines and used reverse
to create manoeuvring space for the B 737 in full view of a spellbound Airport
Staff. It was a sight, they had never seen––they had never seen any aircraft,
let alone a massive one of the size of Packet, moving backwards under its own
And although that act of reversing the aircraft on that small
manoeuvring surface impressed the controller, it did not allay his anxiety. He
now urged the crew to get airborne by four thirty; that was when the watch
hours at Khajuraho Airport would cease. Throttle
assured them that we’d leave in time.
Back at the Temple site––they went; they saw; and they felt
conquered! How the jumpers felt after their visit to the Temples could be the
subject of another piece. Suffice it to say that they did not talk about it.
Perhaps, how Throttle Dutt made it
possible for the bunch of those curious men, and the effort it took to reach
the heritage site, was more interesting and memorable than the beauty and the
artwork people got to witness there. Period.
entire lot was back at the airport in time for the take off. They lined up and
got into the aircraft hurriedly. Throttle
Dutt gave an impish smile to a beaming Anil Kumar as he climbed the ladder
to take off for Agra.
There was carnage in Sri Lanka last month on Easter Sunday. The Lankans had somehow missed out on (read “doubted”) the lead provided by the Indian intelligence agencies and paid a heavy price for it (Aftermath of Lanka Blasts: Of Open Stable Doors and Bolting Steeds). Perhaps some of the blasts could have been averted had they heeded the Indian warning. Oh really!? But then those very Indian agencies that provided a ‘clue’ to the Sri Lankans could not place a finger on the Pulwama terror attack in time. Was it a ‘lapse’ or ‘failure of intelligence’ as the media often dubs it? Can they be held responsible (squarely) for the terror strike? There are no straight answers to those rhetorical questions. There can’t really be. One can debate them, with no conclusion whatsoever, till the cows come home.
Needless to say, the job of the intelligence agencies is becoming tougher by the day. Sifting the mountains of information that they come across and zeroing on what matters, before the terrorists execute their missions, is not an enviable job. It is definitely more challenging than looking for a needle in the haystack.
Dead men tell no tales but dead terrorists
do. If one were to go by the media reports, the security forces have recovered
a sketch from the body of a terrorist killed in an encounter in Shopian earlier
this week. The sketch indicates that terror groups are planning suicide attacks
at Indian Air Force bases at Srinagar and Awantipur.
How seriously, can such ‘sketches’ or any
other clues be taken? Is another Pathankot, Uri or Pulwama brewing? May be; may
not be. Could this ‘sketch’ just be a red herring; could the actual target be
different––Delhi? Mumbai? Bengaluru? Hyderabad? Noida? Ghaziabad?
Read on, for a lesson from the past…
At a time when the World War II was peaking
and the Germans and the Italians were wondering about the Allied plans in the
Mediterranean, the British engineered a smart ruse. They got the body of a
soldier, who had died of pneumonia and dressed him in the attire of a Royal
Navy Courier and gave him the identity of one ‘Major Martin’. They secured a
briefcase to his wrist, the way classified documents were carried in those days,
and left his body floating at sea, off a Spanish Port. The briefcase contained
‘secret’ letters––addressed to British diplomats in Cairo indicating an Allied
intention of landings in Greece. As expected, the dead Major Martin was found
by some Spaniards and handed over to their Government officials. The Spaniards
photographed the documents before handing over the body (and the briefcase) to
the British Naval Attaché in Madrid. And again, as expected the Spaniards
turned over the photographs of the documents to the Germans who took them to be
The ruse worked; the Germans were grossly
misled. The British and the American airborne forces landed at Sicily and
‘surprised’ the Germans.
“Dead men (and may be, dead terrorists) can
tell cooked up tales to cover their trails.”
That terror groups in Jammu and Kashmir are planning attacks in the Valley is a new normal. In this instance the intelligence agencies have logically concluded that Pakistan-based groups might carry out an attack on May 23, the day when counting of votes for Lok Sabha election 2019 will take place. Although, as per the reports, Indian Air Force bases in Srinagar and Awantipur are the likely targets, nothing prevents the terrorists from changing their mind. Or, do they already have a ‘different’ plan? Who knows? Therefore, a really tough time awaits the intelligence agencies and security forces.
Three simple things that a common man can do
to strengthen their hands are:
Share information only if it is a must, after verifying the truthfulness.
Travel and congregate only if it is a must––roads clear of undue traffic, and less crowded public spaces, enhance the efficiency of the intelligence and security personnel.
What if the world we live in was Utopia? And the countries of the world played golf (rather than rugby)?
Utopia is Utopia. To simplify the other analogy, golf is a game in which, ideally speaking, one plays with one’s own ball, as it lies. Emphasis added on ‘as it lies’. So, what if countries pursued their agenda without jeopardising the interests of others?
Or, at least, countries did not behave like the proverbial dog in the manger––doing little on their own but raising hue and cry when another one tried to do something in its best interest. Allusion here is to the countries of the world (including India) not doing their (enough) bit to gain from the trade and commerce that is available to them but envying (read ‘being jealous of ’) China. For example,countries not doing enough to woo the Dark Continent or Latin America but raising a hue and cry when China lands there and starts reaping benefits; and sending those benefits back home to Beijing.
Another example is the Chinese initiative on the connectivity of countries of the region––Xi’s ambitious OBOR Project. The countries that have joined the mega project know what is good for them and what is not. They have got on the bandwagon with conscious volition. Period.
Why should others (read India) bark?
Because in real life, this world is not Utopian, and the countries are not playing golf. And even those that appear to be playing golf are not playing the ball as it lies––honestly. At least one American President in the recent years has been notorious for(blatantly) improving the lie of the ball. Let’s spare the US and the US Presidents for the time being, since China and India are the subject matter of this post.
It was fine so long as China was pursuing its trade and commerce for its own good in the countries surrounding India; a little adverse effect also would have been an acceptable outcome. But then,China began pursuing its interests at the cost of India’s. The GMR issue in the Maldives, for example, was a setback for India.
If that was not enough, China started establishing its military bases in return for the infrastructure it developed for the host countries. Acquisition of Hambantota Port in Sri Lanka and the islands leased to it by the Maldives are some of the many cases in point. Besides, the CPEC running through POK is a cause for great concern for India. China’s initiatives in Nepal and the Doklam standoff confirm that it is not Utopia; it is not golf either.
So, what could or should be India’s approach?
Those who occupy offices in the North and South Blocks and steer the destiny of this country know it best, but here is a simple suggestion for whatever it’s worth.
For a moment, recall the Jay (Amitabh Bachchan), the Veeru (Dharmendra) and the Mausi (Basanti’s Aunt) of the Bollywood classic, Sholay. Recall also, how Jay paints a (dark) picture of Veeru for Mausi: “…a good guy until he drinks. He drinks when he is sad. He is sad when he loses money… gambles, visits brothels, blah… blah… otherwise a good guy.”
Can India do to China what Jay did to Viru? Can India paint China’s character for its prospective host countries the Jay way: “China coming to your country would be a great thing. You’ll be able to boast about enviable infrastructure. Your country will progress in leaps and bounds. But of course, the Chinese will use their work force and machinery and building material. So what if your people don’t get employment, they’ll learn good things by being (sorry) spectators. Besides, there will be signs of prosperity, so what if you have to seek more loans to pay the interest on the Chinese debt…. After all being in perpetual debt is not all that bad a thing for a country. Things could be even worse. Haven’t Sri Lanka, the Maldives and even Pakistan benefitted from Chinese largesse?”
Two things need to be borne in mind while dealing with China…
One: For long India has been responding (reacting) to Chinese moves. Pre-empting China on known turfs will consume much less effort than dowsing the fires it lights for India in the future.
Two: Countries are run by people. By human beings who are made up of flesh and bones and blood. And they have a mind. And they have a mind that knows (learns) fear. The fear of notional (and national) loss and slavery is a fear. It can give nightmares, if not to (a corrupt) leadership, at least to the intelligentsia of a country. That fear is the key.
A conscientious three-pronged effort by the diplomatic corps, by those who pursue national interest on parallel tracks and by those who promote people to people contacts with other countries, can go some way in dealing with a less sporting neighbour.
My pride in my brand new Grand Slam Powerbilt golf set was blown to smithereens when I saw a caddie––in tattered trousers and oversized shoes––lob a golf ball beautifully over a bunker on to a practice green. The club he used was not a branded lob wedge but the branch of a tree, which resembled a walking stick. I was incapable of performing that feat.
Unbelievable, but true!
Although the golf set I was using was gifted to me by Mahesh, my nephew, that incident, more than a dozen years ago, made me wonder, “Was it worth it to invest a couple of thousand rupees in a costly golf set, when a similar result could be obtained with an ordinary old set (or a stick)?” The example of the caddie lobbing a ball with a stick was playing on my mind. Secretly, I envied that urchin to no end.
I’ll give a pause to golf for the time being
for there’s a more pressing issue to discuss.
The other day, an Indian Air Force MiG-21 Bison downed a Pakistan Air Force F-16. That’s what they say, and that’s what my feeling of nationalism, which is overflowing at this moment, makes me believe. In the many debates that ensued on the prime time television and in the electronic and print media, I found some people suggesting that MiG-21 aircraft was a match for the F-16. In fact, it was the other way round. They said, “F-16 is no match for the MiG-21 aircraft.” Mind the subtle difference!
Some suggested that Indian fighter pilots––with their Su-30 Mk I, Mirage 2000, Tejas and MiG series of combat aircraft––were too good, and were capable of matching any adversary. Hesitantly though, some experts broached the subject of urgency to procure the Rafale fighter aircraft. They felt that it was important to remove the doubts about the kickbacks before procuring the aircraft.
In a vibrant democracy people are not only entitled to opinions, they’re free to air them too.
Returning to golf. In due course of time I realised that the youngster could do little more than lob the ball a few yards away with that stick. To strike the ball long, or putt it, he needed a proper club––a stick of any shape or size was no good. When I gave him a pair of better shoes and one of my golf clubs, he displayed even superior prowess.
I set aside my envy and focussed on my game with the new set. My spirit was high; and my game improved––a few more pars and an odd birdie on the whole. I started winning more games against my usual partners. Interestingly, the scores of some of my opponents dipped. “How can we match your superior new golf set?” said one.
To conclude: Ability of the man behind the machine (equipment) matters; it is of utmost importance. But good equipment not only improves his performance but also raises his morale and goes on to intimidate the adversary. It’s time to address the equipment needs of the Indian armed forces in the right earnest. Today, the morale of the adversary is at a low ebb. Delay in enhancing our capabilities will give time to the adversary to recoup and re-muster its strength.
A scientist placed a frog on a table and yelled, “Frog, jump!” The frog leapt forward two feet to the middle of the table. The scientist adjusted his spectacles, read the information flashing on the digital displays of the sophisticated equipment placed in the vicinity and scribbled some observations. He then picked up the amphibian and put it back at the starting point. Without any emotions, he removed (read “chopped”) its hind legs with surgical precision and yelled again, “Frog, jump!” The incapacitated being did not move an inch. “Eureka!” The heart of the jubilant scientist took a leap; he flipped open his notepad and wrote this inference: “The amputation of the hind limbs of an amphibian at an ambient temperature of 27ºC affects its tympanic membranes so that there is a hundred per cent loss of hearing (at 100 db, 25,000 Hz).
Drawing conclusions, inferences and lessons is an art.
It is inappropriate to talk of a scientist and a frog when the flavour of the day is the airstrike by the IAF across the border at Balakot in Pakistan.
An expert with a TV channel has made an observation that Wing Commander Abhinandan took a hundred and thirty two steps in seven minutes to cross the Attari-Wagah border. Another one has concluded that Imran (Pakistan) surrendered to a moustache (that of Abhinandan).
That was for dark humour.
On a serious note, a conclusion that some are drawing is that an F-16 aircraft is no match for a MiG 21 Bison. Perhaps it is a conclusion that has been reached a little too early by “experts” sitting in the cosy comforts of their drawing rooms. The fog of war has not cleared yet. Abhinandan’s version of the story is yet to become public.
This is a time for restraint; time to hold the horses and to avoid jumping to conclusions. Drawing inferences, conclusions and lessons is an art, a rare art. It better be left to the real experts.
For now, the question is:
Would the availability of a state of the art fifth generation fighter aircraft in IAF inventory have deterred Pakistan from daring to enter Indian airspace?
Dictionaries left by the British in the
government offices at the time of India’s Independence were torn apart so that a
country could take the pages with the alphabet from A-L and the other could own
those with M-Z. That was the level of mutual antagonism between India and
Pakistan on the eve of partition in 1947 as per Larry Collins and Dominique
Lapierre. The hostility has compounded over the years. While Zulfikar Ali
Bhutto sought to wage a war for a thousand years, General Zia ul Haq was
determined to bleed India through a thousand cuts.
The two neighbours have pursued different Arts of War over the years. Pakistan has
bled India for over three decades through covert operations. India has borne
the brunt of acts of terrorism sponsored by Pakistan without retaliating decisively
against that country, or against those orchestrating the attacks from its soil.
The terror strike at Uri, and the one at Pulwama that left over 40 CRPF men dead,
has changed the status quo. It has made India deviate from a path of reconciliation
and take the path of retaliation.
The Prime Minister, Mr Narendra Modi gave the
armed forces a “free hand in choosing the time, place and the nature” of the
response to Pulwama Terror attack. He added that each drop of tear of the
families of the martyrs would be avenged. The Rubicon had been crossed. The pre-emptive
airstrike by IAF fighters on the terrorist training camps at Balakot (Pakistan)
twelve days after the Pulwama terror attack, left Pakistan stunned, as if
struck by an earthquake.
In effect, the aftershocks have been no less spectacular. India withdrew the “Most Favoured Nation” status accorded to Pakistan, and raised the excise duty to 200%. India’s action to re-commence work on the dams on the Indus and other rivers has jolted Pakistan. Although indirect, the withdrawal of security to the separatist leaders in J&K has also been a setback to Pak interests. To the detriment of Pakistan, all the opposition parties in the Indian Parliament have also pledged support to the government. Through conscientious diplomatic effort, India has managed to get Pakistan isolated on the world stage. Even China, its all-weather friend has since maintained graveyard silence. The US called on Pakistan to immediately end the support and dismantle the safe haven provided to the terrorist groups operating from its soil. The invitation to India as the ‘Guest of Honour’ to the Organization of Islamic Cooperation (OIC) Meeting in Abu Dhabi has been the proverbial last straw that has broken the camel’s (read Pakistan’s) back.
Pakistan released Wing Commander Abhinandan Varthaman,
the IAF pilot who had landed up in Pak custody after ejecting from his fighter
aircraft. Although, Imran Khan said that it was a goodwill gesture to promote
peace, the fact is that an isolated Pakistan has succumbed to the cumulative
pressure created by India.
With its economy in shambles, Pakistan cannot afford to wage a full-scale war. Besides, a full-scale war can lead to its dismemberment; trouble is brewing in the country’s northwest. Pakistan now knows well the consequences of waging a proxy war against India. In one of his televised addresses recently, Imran Khan had spoken of possible ‘miscalculation’ by either side. If he was obliquely hinting at the possible use of nukes, he is also aware of India’s ability to absorb the first strike and India’s capability of a second strike. For sure, he is well aware of the asymmetry, too.
Sun Tzu says: “When you surround an army (read enemy), leave
an outlet free. This does not mean that the enemy is to be allowed to escape.
The object is to make him believe that there is a road to safety, and thus
prevent his fighting with the courage of despair.”
Has India left a road to safety for Pakistan?
India has left an option for Pakistan. Pakistan’s
road to safety (and peace for its people) is through handing over the likes of
Masood Azhar and Dawood Ibrahim to India, and to dismantle the terror training
camps flourishing in its backyard.
A Black Swan event has three attributes. First, it is (most) unexpected; cognition excludes any likelihood (at all) of its occurrence. Second, its outcome is spectacular. And the third, despite its unexpectedness, people get down to concocting explanations to justify its occurrence. These can be summed as rarity, extreme impact, and retrospective predictability. Nassim Nicholas Taleb, in his book, The Black Swan explains the concept.
Air raid on the terror camps in Balakot (Pakistan) by IAF fighters in the wee hours of February 26, 2019 displays these three attributes of a Black Swan event. The event was unexpected, keeping the feeble Indian response to similar provocations in the past: the Parliament Attack (2001), the Mumbai Terror Attack (2008), and the Pathankot Terror Strike (2016)… the list is long. And, even after the recent terror attack on the CRPF convoy in Pulwama, there was a view that India lacked the will to respond to such provocations. On that occasion, as always, whether India had a Strategic Culture to respond to provocations became a point of intellectual debate. I too had contributed my anna bit to the discourse (Read Rummaging Pulwama for India’s Strategic Culture).
Let alone the outcome, which is being questioned by Pakistan, the very act of the IAF fighters crossing the border and releasing ordnance over the terror camps is a spectacular act. It was unimaginable until it happened; how it stunned everyone needs no further elucidation.
Volumes can be written on the third
attribute––on the retrospective predictability. People attribute the happening of Balakot Air Strike to so
many reasons: The political will, the pressure from the people, the moral high
ground, the economic and military power that India wields today, and its recent
diplomatic achievement in isolating Pakistan…. There are as many explanations
as the number of armchair strategists.
In retrospect, the surgical strike by the
Indian Army after the Uri Attack was a Black Swan event too.
In the immediate present and now, Uri and Balakot are a thing of the past. The success of those raids/ attacks has raised the bar for India––several notches in one go. Now, a stage has been reached when perhaps even a Neptune Spear type raid (killing of Osama Bin Laden) by the Indian Special Forces to eliminate any of the terror leaders hiding in Pakistan will not come as a surprise, not even for the Pakistan’s military. Thus, even if it were to come to pass, a raid to eliminate the terror leaders, it would not qualify to be a Black Swan event. By implication, its success might be iffy.
For sure, Uri and Balakot are a thing of the past. The return gift from Pakistan for India’s Black Swan––another Black Swan––is a much anticipated and awaited thing. And, for sure, no amount of preparedness would be enough to fully absorb a true Black Swan event.
Let the political and the military leadership and the diplomatic corps of the day have their way. They have pulled it this far; they definitely have plans for the future. While they are doing their bit to restore some semblance of normalcy in the region, they are also prepared, to the extent possible, to meet the retaliation on all fronts. The noise and din in the streets and in the media can only distract them.
Prudence demands that they be allowed to concentrate.
In December 1980, the US President received a
recorded message from Muammar Al-Qadafi the President of Libya threatening to
detonate a nuclear device that had been smuggled into New York unless his
conditions with regards to Palestine were met within a stipulated time. There
was an adjunct: In case the US President made that communication public, or made
any effort whatsoever, to evacuate New York City, Qadafi would be obliged to
detonate the device instantly. The recorded message was accompanied with enough
documentary evidence (a blueprint and four pages of mathematical formulae) to remove
any doubt about the ability of the sender of the message to execute his threat.
The intelligence agencies confirmed that the voice was that of Qadafi. The
threat was R-E-A-L.
That was fiction: “The Fifth Horseman” by the
duo of Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre (1980). But what President Gerald
Ford experienced earlier, in 1974, was not fiction. A group of Palestinians had
threatened to detonate an atomic device in the heart of Boston unless eleven of
their men in Israeli prisons were released. Notwithstanding the threat, Ford
did work on an evacuation plan. Meanwhile, the blackmailers were caught and the
threat turned out to be a hoax.
After that incident the US came up with a secret
organisation to deal with such threats, real or hoax. Fiction and fact, this issue
of nuclear blackmail did not end just there.
After the publication of the book (The Fifth
Horseman), two journalists interviewed Qadafi and asked him what he thought of
the book by Collins and Lapierre in which he had been projected as one
terrorising the US with a nuclear device. Until then Qadafi had not known about
the book, or the plot. He responded mysteriously, “In (any) case if ever that
were to happen (Qadafi were to smuggle a nuclear device into a US city), it
would be your fault because you gave me the idea.”
Fast forward to today and now. Nuclear Terrorism is no longer a figment of imagination; it is a reality. A news item published in an obscure corner of The Times of India (of Friday, February 22, 2019) reports a man being interrogated by the IB and the sleuths. He had confided that a girl he was communicating with on a dating app was talking about a nuclear attack on Delhi and that Rashtrapati Bhawan would be blown up.
There are reasons to believe that India, like
the US and others, has plans and machinery to handle such threats and crises.
The architects of India’s Nuclear Doctrine have crafted some of the most well
defined guidelines (on nuclear issues). There is much substance in the “No
First Use” policy that India professes.
India’s Nuclear Doctrine, the command and
control structure etc. etc. are not the subject matter of this post––they have
been very well articulated. Of concern today––in the post Pulwama rhetoric on
both sides of India’s western border––is the ability of the Indian military
apparatus to respond to a possible nuclear misadventure by an adversary or its
Are we prepared for a prompt (read “lightning”) and befitting
Hmm!!! Well, with the nuclear arsenal that it
possesses, India can turn a prospective adversary into rubble (even after
absorbing the first strike). There is no iota of doubt about that. What about the
will to do just that? Read on…
When the balloon goes up, it will be the
armed forces personnel who would be taking the physical actions to launch
nuclear weapons––missiles, aircraft, warships or submarines. Generations of those very officers, who would
be expected to act with great
alacrity, have been fed on the idea that: “Nuclear weapons are not the weapons for
fighting; they are meant for deterrence.” Although this is an
undeniable fact, at times the stress laid on it, is far too much. Anyone who even
appears to tow a different line even in theory or for the sake of an argument, does
not find favour with the directing staff and senior officers who conduct war
games. Officers with divergent views are sometimes ridiculed by their
An officer who has been groomed and trained
for years to treat nuclear weapons as meant “ONLY FOR DETERRENCE” if, and when,
ordered to fire a nuclear missile, would pause and have second thoughts. He would be inclined to verify the authenticity of
the order. In a war involving use of nuclear weapons, a delay of a few seconds
to respond to first use by an adversary might result in considerable
degradation of the capability to cause unacceptable
damage to the attacker.
So? Those who wear military uniforms need not be told that the weapons in their charge are not meant for use; they only need to be apprised––loudly, clearly and publicly, “These are weapons of mass destruction, use them only under the explicit orders of the leadership. This small change in approach will certainly not turn our fine men into trigger-happy warmongers. If at all, it will improve the response and make the deterrence more effective.