hat is the highest civilian honour in India?”; that was my father asking me in 1957 when I was studying in the third form or the eighth standard as they call it now. “IAS”; I replied and I saw my father turn away in utter disgust; disappointment and anger. He didn’t ask me anything further; nor did he say anything then; but that silence was too eloquent for me.... I retired in 2007. What follow in this book are my random reminiscences and recollections of what had happened to me in those forty years of mine in govt. service. I have written them down as they popped up in my mind and hence the chronological disorder of the events narrated. I have tried to tell them as they had happened; unembellished and just as I remembered them; with neither malice nor apologies. I know I might have sounded rather harsh in my depiction of a personality or two. They were ‘memories of those worser hours’ still gnawing at me after all these years. If I didn’t include them here; I would have been guilty of being dishonest to myself and that would have been sheer sacrilege; for; honesty was one quality that my parents had tried hardest to instil in me and insisted on....