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Secrets are they Really Secrets

 

Secrets are they Really Secrets

Dinesh K Kapila 

What is a secret. Something that is not or must not be known by other people, covert, stealthy, furtive, clandestine, surreptitious, underhanded, mean done without attracting observation. secret implies concealment.

This is precisely the problem in our day to day lives and even otherwise, the moment you say an issue or subject is a secret, ears are up, people cannot digest food until and unless they know what is the secret. In any office, just put a paper onto a file and write secret and all hell breaks lose in the mind and heart. Gossip, the fuel of offices, the informal communication circuits, are very powerful.  Then as the wisdom goes, “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead".

Jealousies, insecurities, a fight and the anger about it kept well hidden,  a simple plain inability to hold it in,  to just have an urge talk without thinking, all contribute to the secret being a secret as such but actually it's not a secret.  Everybody knows, nobody concedes they know !. That is us human beings.  Once many many years ago, an officer “creatively cooked” his travel bill for his holiday with his family. Only he knew this. Then he decided to have a drink with his friends, close pals from his service in the clerical days. Now this was an alcoholic drink, or drinks, obviously a lemonade may not really loosen the tongue. Our guy boasted to his friends about his “creative cooking”, swearing them to be secretive about it. He stressed the secret part.

Next day the head of office called me, I was his Executive Assistant, he told me to discreetly start checking on this guy and his creativity. Well, such issues gather their own pace. A few months later the officer asked me, how come you guys caught on. Simple, I told him. One of your so called bosom pals leaked it out, your secret !. We are not so gifted, your paperwork was flawless. Aghast, he told me, these are people I know the last twenty years.   I swore them to secrecy. Well, he learnt a rather painful lesson.  Not only on discipline but to know when to walk away while partying.  

Once a lady rang up my wife, she was whispering, that she had a secret to share. She just wanted to unburden herself. And then she shared her secret. Over a long chat, stressing again and again it was a secret and just could not be shared with anyone. Well, we were walking in Sector 17 (our shoppers paradise) one lovely evening, the evening when a fine breeze blows and tones down the humidity and the sweating. We ran into a friend. A lady we know well. She said do you know such and such about so and so. Well, there was a polite very well pretended I have no information about this from my wife. Now the interesting part, it seems the lady who rang up my wife, she rang up another lady in another part of the town. And maybe a few others.  All were apparently sworn to secrecy. Obviously well meaning very concerned friends kept ringing each other up, sharing the secret, stressing it’s a secret, to such an extent, that it was no more a secret!.

Then you have the Army. Son of a senior Army Officer, I realized by the time I was in college the Army does not have a simple paper or file. They must, it’s a deep rooted organizational characteristic, it’s a must to label each paper sent out as Classified, Restricted, Very Restricted, Confidential, Highly Confidential, Secret, Top Secret and so it goes. I keep wondering about the varied grades of Secrecy of the documents. My father, till he passed away this January, would receive from all the Battalions of his Regiment reports on a certain officer doing well on his course, or a soldier excelling in a shooting competition or a platoon. For that we are grateful, he would write in his own handwriting letters of congratulations or to compliment them. But each such communication from the battalions was invariably stamped “Restricted”. And a gallant action duly conveyed with pride was stamped Secret.  I googled, it was already  in the media. Well, I can only say it’s ingrained, rather deeply !. 

Way back in 1952, my father was the first Indian Army Officer to make a rather arduous risky reconnaissance of Aksai Chin and reported the Chinese interests in the area. He got all the compliments but it was classified then as a very secretive and sensitive matter. Years and decades passed, he was advised no reward was possible in the national interest ! Then when other retired officers wrote about it around 2010 onwards, he was still advised consistently whenever he wrote to them, he wanted to write about it, that it was still very much a Secret !! Maybe they go by "A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept".     

We humans are such complex creatures, it’s difficult, rather impossible, to read anyone’s mind. That is the actual secret.  What does an individual carry in his or her heart, what emotions thrive or bubble over there, love, affection, greed, anger, jealousy, intrigue; we will never know. Actions provide a clue and an indicator as do words spoken out. We live by that. This, what is actually in the mind, is the only real secret. I must concede, in addition to alcohol, the most fundamental emotions which lead to shared secrets not being a secret are greed and jealousy.

However, where two or more  human beings have a mutual interest, specially a negative interest, that can not only be mutually understood secret, but a well kept one too. The Organisational Secrets are another matter, the rewards and punishment systems keep a lid on secrets being leaked out as do strongly worded and vetted legal agreements to stay confidential. 

Though there are exceptions here too, I know a couple of instances at start ups, raising funds of a good magnitude but the most fundamental of emotions – Greed, driving some founders and investors to act in concert in secret against often unsuspecting and clueless partners. The best on the organizational scenario was at SAIL, where I worked briefly in the early eighties before switching over. A certain prominent union leader was being charge sheeted, I was assisting in the drafting. The union leader muscled his was in, the Plant Personnel Manager did not bat an eyelid even, he cooled him down, said let me find out, gave him tea and simultaneously calmly kept editing the charge sheet.  A rather lighter part was when a VIP came calling to inaugurate a power plant which was not really operational.  The worthy spoke, the chimney billowed smoke and he left happy, now how that chimney billowed smoke was a widely shared organisational secret at that time !.  

Psychologists do point out that secrets have the effect of enhancing bonding, of increasing the sense of affinity though at times it imposes a burden on the person who has to desist from sharing it. They do have a point. Personally, I depend on my wife at certain social events to know in advance the limits at being forthright or in discussing certain subjects ! Keeps me safe ! Now that is my secret !

------Love your writing, Danny. 💕

I have also discovered that teachers cannot keep a secret, especially in a small town. 🙈😁

Nice sir. The word 'Secret', enhances the capacity of ear to process sound waves and eyes to more than 6/6 🙂. Keeping secrets, secret is also a trait. I remember many friends and colleagues confiding in me and I don't remember letting them down. One to one type stuff. But , Of course , secrets received from third person - gossip , are meant to be shared 🙂

Very well explained the secret of much violated secrecy. There also could be episodical secrecy depending on the circumstances. A husband cheating on his wife is a good example. He may not generally be good in keeping secrets but for this episode he will keep the secret as long as not forced by situation like being caught in the act etc etc.
The DGP example is vividly remembered by most of us. The unsuspecting VIP was pleased to the core but the actual start happened months later. Our the then Head of Personnel AK Moitra was genius in such stratagems.
Well written DK.


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