UMBILICAL UNIFORMS

 Uniforms are glamorous and men/women donning these do not just stand out but outshine  all the others in a gathering. In the Armed Forces we take great pride in our uniforms and have the highest respect for this as well.  Now that I have finally shed the Olive Greens for good, it seems as though I have been skinned, the uniform was  de facto the papillary dermis (the outermost layer of the skin). Having been cocooned all our lives, retirement felt almost as though our umbilical cord was severed. From the age of 11 when I joined school, Rashtriya Indian Military College based at Dehradun, this protective layer has been my most faithful companion. 47 years is practically a lifetime, without it I feel like a dressed chicken, well almost!! The associated issue of a life sans uniform is the inadequacy of our wardrobe, as we practically lived our lives in uniforms and now we have to perforce dress up in the civilian clothes only. Most of us find ourselves  challenged in this aspect.

Uniform does change colours though, sometimes it is black (Cavalry, NSG), Olive Green or even Khaki (NDA), and in the good old days even overalls (dungarees); then there is the pomp and show of the Ceremonial dresses with complete regalia swords, medals, peak caps or in just the bare essentials the Camouflage pattern or Combats as they are referred to in our parlance for us Pongos (Army). Then we have the silent service (Navy) who in their immaculate whites and the fly-boys (AirForce) in their blues, we are literally head turners or show stoppers wherever we are. Quite a few of us fell for this glamour and even in the current generation many continue to do so today. We are not the only one who have been bitten by this bug, ask the damsels as they are smitten by the men in uniform and watch them swoon over the handsome hunks.

Uniforms  and striving for  uniformity  is quite natural for us humans, right from our school uniforms days to the blue collar workers in the factories, doctors in their white aprons, policemen and firefighters in khakis, the uniformity helps distinguish the personnel for their respective roles. Each of these roles are unique and essential for a civilised society but all said and done, the aura of the Armed Forces is in a different league; ‘awe inspiring’ and citizenry by and large remains grateful for the never say die spirit of these men and women. The honour associated with the military men worldwide is because this profession requires guts, extra ordinary resolve and the fact that they face bullets in order to safeguard their nations. No wonder when they walk in, there is genuine respect in the eyes of the general public.

Our uniforms  also have a dominating kind of effect which is exactly what one political leader confided in me. He said while they were clothed in simple kurta pyjamas, the military personnel by their attire invoked an envy which does result in they trying to avoid interactions. I am not so sure of that any longer though, especially the way our brethren have been ill treated in the recent past, be it the Odisha Nightmare, Chandigarh high handedness or lawlessness in Lucknow they are a poor reflection of the civil society as a whole. It is high time, the  issue is addressed in right earnestness.

Donning this uniform is a privilege accorded to the few lucky ones like me. There are many whose lifelong ambition goes unfulfilled. A uniform has to be smartly maintained, whether it is the shining shoes or the neatly ironed uniforms, the  gleaming brass on the shoulders, or the tilt of the berets, every aspect has to be just perfect. This practice of perfection is the potion which works as the panacea for pongos. Guess why? Well, there are no runners up in the war.