In the IPS, while undergoing training at the Academy, we were told that we’d be attached to an SP in a district for field training, that the same SP would be our friend, philosopher and guide and that the equation with him or her would make or mar our entire careers. When I landed in the district, I was excited but extremely nervous regarding my first meeting with him because the first impression was considered of paramount importance. I’d rehearsed and rehearsed as to answers to possible questions and landed up in his office at 10 AM sharp in all my finery (we’ve to wear the ceremonial uniform while “calling on” seniors for the first time). The office was completely empty! I didn’t know that in West Bengal no one reaches office before 11. Around 11, people started filing in but there was no SP. I was told that he was on field visits and his arrival time was uncertain. So, I kept waiting and waiting. In that small town, it was not feasible to go to a hotel in all that regalia so I kept getting hungry but had to wait. Finally, the SP came back from his tour at 6 PM and summoned me in.
He was very genial and gradually, I started feeling more and more comfortable, despite being really famished and disoriented. Suddenly he asked, “Do you drink?” To which, I eagerly replied (probably tongue hanging out!), “Yes, Sir.” Then he said, “But, I don’t.” OMG, my career felt to have ended before it had begun! I tried my best to recover but don’t think did a good job of it. There used to be a system of Annual Confidential Reports (ACRs) which later metamorphosed to Performance Appraisal Reports (PARs). The emphasis in ACRs used to be on “Confidential” so senior officers used to write these without any fear of blowback. The prescribed gradings were Outstanding, Very Good, Good, Average and Poor. For IPS officers, “Good” was actually considered “Bad” because they were expected to be at least “Very Good.” Towards the end of my career, in the interest of transparency, the government decided that the ACRs and PARs should be opened up and made available to the officers concerned. Since I’d got all my promotions on due dates, I’d not bothered much but just before retiring, out of curiosity, I accessed and downloaded all the ACRs/ PARs I’d received during my entire career. I was surprised to find that in the whole career, I’d not received a single ACR/ PAR which was less that “Outstanding,” save one, i.e., that by the above SP who had rated me “Good” which actually amounted to “Bad.” First impressions do count.
Most of my bosses were actually good, even including the above one. However, I did have one absolutely vile boss who created a lot of problems not only for me and my colleagues but for his own bosses too.
Right from Day One, he used such filthy language with all his subordinates that we were all stunned. Every day was a fraught affair on inessentials. Sample this. There was a training centre under me. Each new course was formally “inaugurated” by a senior officer. Each time, I would put up a note in the file seeking information as to who would inaugurate and the file would come back generally with the Director General (DG) or the Addl Director General (ADG) consenting to do so and there was never a problem. For one particular course, both the DG and ADG had other commitments and the file returned with my Boss writing that he would inaugurate it. However, the file was personally carried by his Personal Secretary who told me that apart from what Saheb had written on the file he also desired that I should “escort” him from his house. There was no such precedence. The DG and ADG both used to land up at the training centre and we (including my Boss) used to receive them there. I also asked around with other similar organisations regarding their procedures and this was unheard of. The sole purpose for this was to humiliate me and reduce me to the level of a Constable or something in the eyes of the other officials. I didn’t want to create a scene so went to him and said that I’d receive him properly at the training centre as was the practice. He agreed. However, next day, I received a call from the Commandant of the training centre saying that Saheb had called him and directed him to inform me that I was to escort him.
This made me furious. The order was improper and the means of conveying it was even more so, the Commandant (and earlier his Personal Secretary) being very junior to me. So I told the Commandant that no force on earth could make me do this and also told him to convey it to my Boss and “report compliance.” Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, the Commandant was panicking. He tried to mumble some diplomatic words to my Boss but the latter was adamant. Out of fear, he didn’t communicate anything to me. On the appointed day and time, I landed up at the Training Centre, waited for some time, inaugurated the programme myself and proceeded to office.
For such capers, and because of complaints by a
large number of officers (including me), my Boss was thrown out of the
organisation. Much later, when I met him accidentally, I told him that if only
he had invited me nicely to his house, I’d’ve been really happy to go. Surprisingly,
when I checked those ACRs/ PARs at the time of my retirement, I found that he’d
consistently given me “Outstanding” gradings for the two years I worked with
him. Despite all this.
The good cop was bad for me and the bad cop was good for me!
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