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Life Lessons Learnt from my Father

 Life Lessons Learnt from my Father

Dinesh K Kapila

A friend messaged me that a son’s relationship with his father passes through the following stages, idolising, discord, evolving, acceptance and legacy. I would modify it to say this could be a pathway or rather one of the pathways certainly or more important, the degree of each phase could vary. We as human beings undergo varied emotions and environments in our formative years and each individual could look at it differently within the normal bonds of this relationship.

My father has been a major inspiration in my life, he has instilled in me the need to be committed, virtuous, the importance of character, the need to bond with and build the family and the love of India. A soldier, leader, writer, scholar, committed social worker, professor, advisor to the government, I have seen him go through all these roles of life with positivity, motivation, commitment and happiness. Major General Rajendra Nath, PVSM (Retd), as he is known, Daddy to me and then over the years Dad. Always on the go with tremendous energy and a can do spirit. Adversity would test him but he would come out of it scarred but rearing to go.

The first Indian Army officer to reconnoitre the Aksai Chin Area in 1952 on a top secret mission for three months, due to the very nature of the renaissance and the findings, an award eluded him, he took it in his stride. Later he would attend the Two Years Staff College course at Canada, engage actively with the Pakistanis at Samba, go through every war, conduct anti Naxalite operations, anti insurgency operations (the first unit to enter Aizawl), commanded 62 Mountain Brigade in the 1971 war in Bangladesh,  Commandant IMA, was actively involved in the turn of events to militancy in Punjab and later Chairman  of a Corporation, introduced Military Studies to Panjab University, wrote five books, over 850 articles and reviews etc. and last but most important, headed the Society for the Blind for 38 years  in Chandigarh and made it into an institute of excellence with active support from donors.

His battle of Madhumati in December 1971 and the crossing of the river at night on light tanks, with Dad himself sitting on the leading tank with the squadron commander are now recognised as major operations. It was not planned or anything, it was just what he thought he just had to do.   

For me, it’s a multitude of lessons for life. The first is leadership, assume it with positivity and a heart. Own your team and both the successes and failures. The buck stops at you only. And while being tough on your subordinates who do not demonstrate commitment and character, motivate the others and give them their due and at times a bit more even. Take them along and watch the momentum carry the entire unit or formation along, is his belief. Coach them, guide them, upbraid them if required but be fair and correct always. Be consistent. And learn to manage your team without  regard to race, gender or community. But ask for the best out of them and empower them. Trust and delegate but check too. Assume the risks on their behalf and the officers and men always knew he was there for them.

Once a commanding officer of a unit, a bit of a stickler and tough guy, refused leave to a young officer. The young officer was to get married. This was a battalion from his regiment. The young officer pleaded it was his marriage and his parents required his presence for the preparations. Well the young officer left  his leave application, took civil clothes from the ADC to my Dad and went off.  The officer was placed on charge and recalled.  My father, coming to know about it, had the young officer marched up, first scolded the young officer strongly, then ordered the commanding officer to sanction him leave for two months immediately (Your CO is glad to sanction you two months leave immediately) and ordered him to leave for his hometown by the first available transport ! Such stories abound even now when people meet us.

Later, after the war, on the Western front, when Dad was commanding 52 Infantry Brigade, at Palanwala, one of his officers was sort of playing with a landmine, it exploded, injuring all his Brigade Headquarters officers. He was away at the Divisional Headquarters. Moving swiftly, he showed it as a demining injury, got the severely injured officer suitably rehabilitated with a scooter agency and ensured all the injured received Wound Medals. That is what I seek to highlight, a leader, and  with compassion when required and the push and the heave when required.

And retaliate he would to let his men know he was there. Always. When his Pakistani counterpart troubled him with a close to the border movement of the tanks every night, he sat on one his own tanks as the LOC, and ordered them to rev up full throttle and move to the boundary and then back. The opposite side was certainly panicky. When his opposite side commander remonstrated,  he was told, you don’t trouble me, I won’t trouble you. But I will retaliate to every move with double the intensity. It actually sent a signal down the lie to his own men.    

When I was posted to Srinagar in 2013, Dad told me, its not a place really now a days professionally or politically or risk wise, you do your job diligently, without fear or bias and reach out to the people you serve. This is your learning experience and you will learn that in the toughest of places, residents recognise merit, commitment and passion. Give it your best and do not listen to any negativity. From friends or relatives. This advise stood me in good stead. All through the three plus years there. 

My talks with him at the dining table and during our long walks have always revolved around character, being a professional in whatever you do or undertake, positivity and motivation. Plus as I grew in my profession, the need to visualise what lay ahead and to plan for it. Failures were to be dealt with by patience and an attitude of can do. When Dad collapsed due to pulmonary odema in Sikkim in 1969 or so while commanding a brigade, he required three months in hospital. Plus he was still very weak when posted as BGS at Lucknow. He would walk to office and back, holding a walking stick, taking rest in between and slowly built up his stamina. And the inherent josh and joy of life.

The Society for The Blind was a different sort of challenge but over 38  years it was built into a vibrant Society with its own premises. This was primarily due to the ability to mould together a rather diverse team into a cohesive group and with a very good rapport with the stakeholders. He knew the teachers, staff and students personally. All this in a honorary capacity.   

Life is to be lived, with happiness and a can do attitude, that is always the way he looks at it. Plus learn to move on. Give  each individual his due respect and place has always been a very valuable lesson I have learnt from him. All are human beings and come with the need to be respected  as a person first. But there is no weakness when it came to action, whether against terrorists, militants or the enemy forces. The commitment to victory and even revenge (if it so required) would be fiercely demonstrated. At each action.

The love for his wife (my late mother), his family, his extended family and his grandchildren and now great grand daughter (my grand daughter) has only taught me the happiness he has found in al of us and the sustenance. That is a major lesson as I move along in life.  And the ability to strike a relationship wherever he went and interacted, people I don’t know ring up to ask about his health and then tell me about some good advise he gave them once.  Reading books has been his  life long hobby and interest and a broad range of subjects.  They teach us so much he would say . 

I would say he is a gentleman soldier and as he has aged and is ninety six plus years now, the twinkle in his eyes and energy are still there. Around six years ago, one well known journalist interviewed him and said to me he found him in the mould of a saint soldier. That I do not know. But yes, a man of unflinching optimism, commitment to his profession and family – its another matter he would forget   the class we studied in – and a astute leaderCalm, resolute, strong willed. These are the lessons I have drawn from him and still do so.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dinesh K Kapila

Chief General Manager (Retd)

NABARD (National Bank for Agriculture & Rural Development)

Chandigarh            

Written in response to a friend. Who said I should jot down this. 

Tailpiece – I once took Dad for check up to a leading cardiologist. They knew each other since long. The cardio would talk to me only though I clearly told him you clarify what I ask by looking at Dad and talking to him.  I know my father ! He then said now at 92 years (for your Dad) what do you want me to say. Its like this only. Let him be. This was in 2019 or so.  Dad suddenly got up and told him how dare you write me off. Then walked off telling the nurse I will bury him before I go ! A couple of colourful words in fluent English regarding the ancestry aspect also flowed in. The painful lesson for the cardio was you never ever  underestimate a tiger, not at any age !!

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