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Saturday and there was a party at Behram’s house at the ‘Rosery’ in Upper
                Coonoor, very close to ‘Stavka’, where Sam lives. Hearing the loud music,
                Sam came over and asked Behram, ‘You chaps are having a party, and did

                not invite me?’ When he came to know that it was a pound party, where
                everyone  brings  his  own  food  and  drinks,  he  promptly  sent  his  Gorkha
                orderly  home  to  fetch  a  bottle  of  Scotch.  He  stayed  there  till  midnight,
                surrounded by a bevy of starry-eyed women, who would rather listen to his
                stories than dance with their husbands, much to the chagrin of the latter.
                   In 1989, Sam went to visit the Military Hospital in Secunderabad. Along
                with the medical officers, the nurses were also lined up to meet him. He

                stopped  near  the  youngest  one  and  asked  her  why  she  was  improperly
                dressed. The poor girl blushed a deep scarlet, and began to stammer. The
                matron, who was an old battleaxe, came to her rescue, and asked Sam what
                he meant.
                   ‘Matron, as far as I remember, skirts are to end three inches above the
                knee. Your girls have skirts going right down to the knee.’ And holding the

                hapless girl’s skirt with both hands, he lifted it until it came to the correct
                height.
                   There were giggles galore, but the matron was not to be silenced. ‘Sir, I
                have asked the girls to wear longer skirts, because the men stare at them in
                the wards,’ she said.
                   ‘Matron, have you ever asked the girls whether they mind the men staring
                at them?’ asked Sam, moving on. This silenced the matron, while the girls

                grinned from ear to ear.
                   Sam’s sense of humour is unmatched and cannot be curbed, even at the
                most serious of occasions. In 1995, while delivering a lecture on leadership
                in  New  Delhi,  he  began  to  reflect  on  how  times  had  changed.  Even  the
                English Language had changed, he lamented, and went on to cite several
                examples. In his younger days he said, the word ‘gay’ was used to describe

                someone full of the joys of spring; a ‘queer’ was a chap who’d rather spend
                his  evenings  in  his  room  reading  Milton  than  playing  games;  and  only
                generals had ‘aides’.
                   Sam’s  views  on  leadership,  and  the  so-called  good  things  of  life,  are
                interesting. In April 1993, he was invited to deliver the inaugural address of
                the Holiday Programme for Youth by the Bombay Parsi Punchayet. Talking
                about leadership, he said, ‘By and large, men and women like their leaders

                to have all the manly qualities. The man who says he doesn’t smoke, he
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