Forum Former IPS officer Rustam Singh is now Health Minister in Madhya Pradesh
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R G Nandi
Be not proud, dear Vanity!
She was a young teacher in a distant border village, where she had started feeling uncomfortable for the last three months, as the new Principal concentrated on discipline and dedicated teaching, by leading from the front. Earlier she would go to the school once in a while. The former principal, even used to send her salary to her house. All these liberties and so called privileges she enjoyed, were because of her husband's clout as a middle-rung officer and his resourcefulness. But the new principal went on doing his work nonchalantly, in spite of her having made abortive attempts to influence him, and also throwing veiled threats of the clout of her husband. Her husband had also intermittently met him and tactfully tried to intimidate him with the fear of his transfer to an inhospitable place, but without any fruitful results.
One fine morning she came to the school with a box of motichoor ladoos. Her husband had been selected in the provincial civil services with a very high merit. She went to meet the Principal last of all. More than distribution of the sweet, she was on the spree to influence the Principal for getting back her lost glory of absenteeism. Principal very smilingly congratulated her and continued doing his work ,as if nothing had happened. While sharing ladoos with her colleagues ,she repeatedly said, ''Now I will see him-this Hitler of a man. ''It took about a year for her husband to join the new service, but Principal remained entwined to his duty and discipline, not allowing anyone any undue liberty. In the meanwhile she had got her life lifestyle and hairstyle changed by trimming her hair, getting a scooter, distancing herself from her colleagues, and not speaking in punjabi. She got herself transferred to the station and school of her choice, when her husband got first appointment as executive magistrate. She resumed her old ways of getting salary at her house, without doing any work.
In those days it used to take five to eight years for a PCS officer to become sub divisional magistrate. Since we were friends, we used to meet very often. And on such occasions, she would invariably repeat that her husband was a very honest person and would never go to a politician for any favour and least for transfer etc. However, it may be a sheer coincidence that he got appointment as SDM much before his batchmates. During that period ,she had met my wife and said, ''Tusi vi apne husband nu kaho ke oh vi kite SDM lagg jaan, tusi apne aap sub division di first lady bann jaoge. ''My wife one day asked me, ''Eh first lady bann ke ki hunda a?'' Then she told me the context of this query. I told her, ''I know nothing of it except that we refer to wife of the President of the Republic and that of Governor of a state as first lady''. Later on we came to know that as president of the ladies' club of the sub division, she would be amused ,when she was addressed as 'first lady of the sub division'. This would often bring her in conflict with the wives of the deputy superintendent of police and sub divisional judicial magistrate. So, she became first lady of the district in her own way, when her husband was put as deputy commissioner of a district, after about two decades of service
A young officer was posted as divisional commissioner whose wife was very conscious of her status and wore it all over her as a perfume. She was president of the Officers' wives club there and on her first visit to the club, five officers were also kept standing around to match her ego. The secretary of the club was the wife of a highly learned and intellectually sound senior PCS officer, who was posted as settlement commissioner. She was cultured lady of very high dignity. In the welcome address to the divisional commissioner's wife, the lady secretary, addressed her by her name, without using prefixes and suffixes of proverbial bureaucratic sycophancy. Commissioner's wife did not hide that she was not amused and twisted her facial muscles furiously to make it known around. The ladies in the sycophancy semi- circle were alarmed. When the snacks were being served ,the secretary was called by the ladies in this semi- circle in utter timidity in front of the ferociously arrogant lady president. In a very angry voice, she confronted the secretary, ''Don't you know I am the wife of the youngest commissioner of India and the first lady of the Division . Why did you not mention it? What do you think of yourself? After all, I am commissioner's wife!'' The graceful secretary was taken aback as she was so aggressively, arrogantly and suddenly insulted. She spontaneously retorted with commensurate bravado, ''What is it if you are commissioner's wife, I am also settlement commissioner's wife''!It is another matter that after a few days her husband was posted as district officer removal of grievances in a equally unimportant district ,despite the fact that he had already worked as Additional deputy commissioner of a important district. This ladies' vanity fairs and self proclaimed hierarchy still continues with somewhat diminished intensity and ferociousness.
Surinderjit Singh Sandhu , Amritsar