Humor in Uniform – Delegation of Authority vs Seeking Approval

I was lucky to have had repeated instructional tenures at a premier inter-service training institution called IAT Girinagar Pune (later renamed DIAT/MILIT) where I spent a large part of my career on the teaching faculty.

IAT (Institute of Armament Technology) had a lovely verdant campus where I spent so many happy years of my life – and it is always a pleasure to interact with fellow faculty members and smart young officers of the three Defence Services and Defence Scientists.

I cherish glorious nostalgic memories of Girinagar.

So let me hark back 32 years – to the 1980’s – and tell you this unforgettable “memoir” of my delightful Girinagar days.



A Fictional Spoof By Vikram Karve 

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve:

My first Commanding Officer was a great believer in Delegation of Authority.

“I expect my Officers to take decisions – so get on with your job, take decisions and run your departments properly. I don’t want officers to keep coming to me seeking my approval for each and every thing…” he told us.

Was he right…?

Or – was he wrong…?

Read on…

SEEKING APPROVAL  A Spoof by Vikram Karve 

“May I come in, Sir…?”

“Come in…” I said.

I looked up.

It was the Canteen JCO – the “Manager” of the IAT CSD Canteen of which I had been appointed the “Officer-in-Charge”.

“Sir – I have a problem…” he said.


“Sir – about the canteen timings on Saturday…” he mumbled.

“Speak up – will you…?” I said.

“Sir – on Saturdays the CSD Canteen is open from 10:30 to 12:30.”

“I know…” I said.

“Sir – on Saturday – the bank has a “half-day”. Sir – the bank closes at 1 PM. The bank staff pull the shutters down at 1300 hrs, Sir – and they refuse to allow anyone inside…”


“It takes me more than half an hour to finish counting all the cash – tallying all the bills and reconciling the day’s accounts.”

(This happened 32 years ago – in 1985 – when everything was done manually. Also – Banks were open 6 days a week and Saturday was a “half-day”)

“Sir – it takes me more than half an hour to finish counting all the cash – tallying all the bills – and then – reconciling the day’s accounts…” the JCO repeated.

“Okay. So what…? Get to the point…” I said to the Canteen JCO.

“Sir – it gets  past 1 o’clock – past 1300 hrs – by the time I reach the bank with the cash. The bank is closed – so the cashier refuses to accept the cash – and I am not able to deposit the cash in the bank. So – I have to take all the cash home – and I have keep this huge amount of cash with me for the entire weekend till Monday morning – when the bank opens. Sir – I feel it is very risky for me to keep so much money at home…” he said.

“So – what do you want me to do…? What’s the solution…?” I asked him.

“Sir – if we could change the Canteen Timings on Saturdays from 10:15 to 12:15…?”

“Why 10:15 to 12:15 – change the canteen timings from 10:00 to 12:00 – that will give you enough time to count the cash and deposit it in the bank by 1300 hrs…” I said, “As it is – I have seen those bank buggers start downing shutters at 12:45 itself on Saturdays…”

“Thank you, Sir – I will put up a file for approval…” the Canteen JCO said.

“What bloody file for approval…? You just paint the new timings on the board outside the canteen – and you implement the new canteen timings from this Saturday onwards – do you understand…” I shouted.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I will paint the new Saturday canteen timings immediately and  follow the same from this Saturday…” the Canteen JCO said, looking happy.

And so – the CSD Canteen timings were changed on Saturdays – and the problem was resolved.

And – everyone was happy.


Three months later I was summoned to the Dean’s Office – the Dean wanted to see me urgently.

The Dean – a Major General – was seated on his Chair – and sitting opposite him – was the Officer-in-charge of Administration (OC Adm) – a Colonel.

The Dean asked me sit down on the vacant chair.

“Did you change the CSD Canteen timings on Saturdays…?” the Dean asked me.

“Yes, Sir…” I said.

“Why…?” the Dean asked me.

I told him the reason why I had changed the canteen timings on Saturdays.

I explained the problem of depositing cash in the bank on Saturdays – when the bank closed early.

“Okay…” the Dean said.

“Sir, Sir…” blurted out the OC Adm, “Sir – he changed the canteen timings without proper authority.”

“What authority…?” I said, looking at the OC Adm.

“Who gave you the authority to change the canteen timings…?” the OC Adm asked me.

“The Dean gave me the authority…” I said.

“What…?” the OC Adm asked, his mouth open in surprise.

I looked at the confused OC Adm – and I said to him:

“Sir – The Dean has delegated his authority to me when he appointed me as the Officer-in-Charge of the Canteen. So – I have full authority for the day to day running of the canteen.”

The OC Adm seemed taken aback by my reply – and he said to the Dean:

“Sir – see how rudely he speaks – we should take disciplinary action against him.”

“What disciplinary action…?” I asked in amazement, looking at the OC Adm.

Then I looked at the Dean – and I said to him:

“Sir – the canteen timings have been changed more than 3 months ago – and everything is running fine. And – this clueless OC Adm did not notice for the last 3 months – and he has suddenly woken up now…”

“Clueless…? He is calling me clueless…? Sir – I am a Senior “Full Colonel” – and he is calling me clueless…!!!” the OC Adm protested excitedly.

“Enough…!!!” the Dean raised his voice.

Then – the Dean looked at me – and he said to me:

“This is not the bloody Navy – where you can do what you feel like. You just put up a file to me through OC Adm for “ex post facto approval” of the new canteen timings.”

This happened more than 32 years ago – in 1985 – in IAT Pune – a tri-service training institution – where I had just been appointed as faculty – and I had been promptly given the “bum job” of running the CSD Canteen the moment I reported for duty.

Though IAT was an inter-service establishment – it was run in typical army style.

The Head was the Director and Dean – a Major General – referred to as “The Dean”

“The Dean” had two Principal Staff Officers – OC Adm and GSO 1 (Training) – his two “flunkeys” – who tried to throw their weight around and browbeat the Teaching Faculty who were busy performing the primary training task of training for which IAT existed.

In the evening – there was a party on the lawns of the Officers’ Mess.

I was drinking in a quiet corner when the Dean walked up to me.

“Good evening, Sir…” I said.

“Good evening – I see that you are doing a good job running the canteen. My wife tells me that you have introduced a lot of new items – and I know you have tightened up the screws on liquor pilferage as well…” he said.

“Thank you, Sir…” I said.

Then – emboldened by the “Dutch Courage” due to the alcohol flowing in my veins – I said to the Dean:

“Sir, do you really want me to seek your approval for each and every thing – I think you should give me a free hand to run the CSD Canteen.”

“Oh that…!!!” the Dean said.

The General enjoyed his drinks and I could see that he was in good spirits too.

“Sir, your OC Adm bullshitted me this afternoon and told me I must take approval for everything…” I said.

“I know – he is quite a stickler. But you don’t worry – you just do what you want – but don’t forget to send a file for approval through OC Adm – I know that he is just a bloody post office – but it will satisfy his ego…” the Dean said.

“Aye, Aye, Sir…” I said.

Then – the Dean looked at me – and he said to me:

“I will tell you something about this crazy OC Adm. But you must to keep it to yourself.”

“About OC Adm…?” I exclaimed.

“Do you know how this bloody clueless OC Adm screws up my happiness at night…?” the General said.

“At night…?” I asked the General.

“He is a bloody full Colonel – but the bugger still disturbs my sleep and calls me up late at night to seek my approval…?” the Dean said.

“He calls you up late at night – to “seek approval”…?” I asked the General

“Yes – he wants to seek my approval to “make love” to his own wife…” the General said tongue-in-cheek.

Then – he walked away before I burst out laughing.

And yes – the General did not use the words “make love”.

In true Army style – the witty General used a much more bawdy word for the euphemism: “make love”.


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    dr. karthik Says:

    u have taken be back down memory lane to those days at iat where i had spent tough, good, learning life lessons phase of the beginning of a young scientist like me.i can add some appendices to this beautiful, well written piece but my being in service service stops me from ……
    hope 2 meet u sometime over a….. no not a drink but steaming chai !

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