December 27, 2012
December 20, 2012
Everybody knows
(All
poetry from Leonard Cohen’s ‘Everybody knows’- and special thanks to a friend whose
email that gave me an idea)
Everybody knows, by now in India, that the basis on
which Pre-Sea maritime training institutes are allotted students in line with their
approved intake of General Purpose Ratings- the Common Entrance Examination- is
headed for abject failure. The latest twist is this: it has been announced
that, should enough CET approved trainees be not available, each institute is
allowed to take in trainees on their own to fill up its seats for the January
batch. This, in my opinion, is akin to the ‘management quota’ system in use and
abuse in engineering and other colleges in the country. Everybody knows that
this undermines any common entrance examination system like nothing else does.
Everybody could see this coming. Everybody knows that
the GP Rating CET system was plagued with problems from the start. That the
shortage of successful CET candidates meant that some institutes ran batches at
less than full strength, and were up in arms because they suffered revenue losses.
That some went to court and took in students on their own to fill their seats,
upsetting the Directorate General of Shipping and the BES, the Board that
conducts the entrance (and exit) exams for GP Ratings.
Everybody
knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows that the CET has been gasping for
breath ever since it was rolled out just a couple of years ago. The presumed
objective- standardisation and a raising of standards- may have been a worthy
one, but it never really worked on the ground; at least I never felt that any CET cleared student I saw had more
potential than those taken in earlier, before the CET; even their English
language skills were found wanting. Surprising that, considering that the CET
was conducted in English.
What everyone did not know, though some were
suspicious, was that the CET was a way the system was trying to limit the
number of Indian ratings entering the job market- a market that had little
place for them anyway. And while this may have been an even more laudable
objective, everybody knew that maritime training institutes- some politically
connected and all having invested considerable sums in premises and material-
were not going to sit idly by and celebrate their own funerals.
In
this scenario, and with
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
it is hardly surprising that we are where we are today. The CET system has been successfully subverted now. I do not know who in their right minds will appear at the CET next time; as it is, stories are doing the rounds of successful CET candidates who are complaining on various grounds. Who will spend money, time and effort in writing an exam when he can get admission into the same institute at the same price without the effort? (Perhaps not the same price; stories are also doing the rounds of some institutes charging significantly higher fees from non CET students)
What
has been lost sight of, in all this drama of turf wars and revenues, is the
farce that is being perpetuated on hapless pre-sea trainees in the country
today. Everybody knows that there are no jobs for these guys. Everybody knows
that they will likely get substandard training. Everybody knows that they will
pay some tout in some shipping company to get a job. Everybody knows that their
future is bleak, and everybody knows that that the chances of their careers
taking off, or of these guys becoming reputed seafarers of tomorrow, are similar
to a snowflake’s chance in hell.
Everybody
knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
.
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
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December 13, 2012
Thoughts on the Baltic Ace
The news, two days ago as I write this, of the sinking of
the car carrier Baltic Ace in the North Sea hit close to home. Memories of Zeebrugge
came flooding back. That port is a major- perhaps even the most major- car
carrier port in Northern Europe, and the hub for many car carriers, a dozen or
so of which are always docked or anchored there. Many more are always around in
the North Sea that lies close outside Zeebrugge. I, too, have sailed on one or two of those
ships, on a Europe to Mediterranean to Turkey run, doing twenty ports a month, a
schedule that is hardly unique for a car carrier in those waters.
The picturesque little village of Zeebrugge is also where I
spent a few days in a small hotel on the beach six years ago, going for long
walks along the deserted seafront waiting for my ship to come in. It is,
unfortunately, also the port from which two similar vessels have sailed out and
gone down. First, the ferry ‘Herald of Free Enterprise’ that capsized in 1987,
killing almost two hundred. Now, the Baltic Ace, where eleven of her crew are presumed
dead, drowned in the frigid waters of the North Sea after a collision with the
‘Corvus J.’
I have no doubt that we will soon hear the official version
of the story of the incident. No doubt blame for the tragedy will be
apportioned between the Baltic Ace and Corvus J; the managers of the Baltic Ace
have already started the ‘human error’ refrain that is considered normal in the
circumstances. What may be mentioned but not stressed- and certainly not acted
upon by the industry- is what I believe is the underlying cause of these kinds
of incidents, and even of the human error involved- Fatigue. With a capital F.
Like some other ships like small coasters and container
feeders, car carriers are brutal ships for crews at the best of times. They therefore
become unrelenting when they are on hectic runs in places like Europe; two
ports in a twenty four hour period is not unusual, one port a day is normal,
and a port after two days is a luxury. In areas like the North Sea- the busiest
sea in the world- shortmanned crews are often fatigued into a zombie like
state, shell-shocked by the vicious schedule and a system that is stacked
against them.
Take, for example, the car carrier I was on last. Departing
Rotterdam the previous afternoon, our schedule typically meant arrival
Zeebrugge for the first shift early morning, about two hours manoeuvring up the
channel and through the locks into the port (that seemed to be perennially
buffeted with strong winds, any car carrier’s nightmare). Berthing. Unlashing
of cars by ship’s crew started in the channel and continued during discharging
(West European gangs are too expensive, better to roger the Asian or East
European crews with overwork; after all, they are contractual workers with no
long term liabilities for shipowners). Same for lashing cars that are being simultaneously
loaded. Four hours later, shift berth (if Mohammad can’t some to the mountain…)
and ditto the berth exercise for another four hours. Sail before evening.
Another couple of hours in the channel getting out. Sail at night in the most
congested sea in the world, probably in fog and rain and cold, reaching
Southampton next day before noon. Go up the Solent, another few hours. Routine
same as Zeebrugge, only thankfully no locks. Six hours alongside, then out
again. And then Tilbury overnight, again same waters, reaching in the morning.
And on. And on. And on.
In winter- now- visibility is often close to zero in the
North Sea, English Channel and Western Mediterranean. The area also has, very
often at this time, extremely bad weather with high waves, freezing spray, and
nature’s other glories thrown in. For a Master to have to spend the entire
transit from one port to the next on the bridge is not unusual. Slow steaming
up and down, when ports are sometimes closed in bad weather and anchoring is
not an option- Livorno used to be my personal nightmare- adds to the stress and
fatigue.
Then there are port formalities and paperwork to be prepared
for at sea and suffered in port. Crew changes. Stores, bunkers, sludge
disposal, inspections, surveys, audits and repairs. Engineers can go crazy working
against the clock keeping everything running and following the PMS system. Stopping
at sea with even a minor breakdown is high tension time for everybody. Shore
support is scanty because it is expensive. Deck staff goes crazy with cargo
loading and lashing and running up and down eleven decks, not to speak of port
papers, arrival and departure stations, checklists and the million things that every
ship demands of every seafarer.
And ISPS requirements; don’t forget that. (Trick question,
how do you deploy a total of five or six deck crew when you need one each for
ISPS watch at the gangway, stern ramp and the side door, four for cargo lashing and monitoring, two to
be resting before watch or before sailing, another one to handle the bunker
barge and another two to handle stores? Answer, you throw the ‘rest period’
claptrap out the window, because if you followed that the ship would stop and
probably never sail.)
Anybody who has been there and done that could tell you
stories.
I have refused to sail more than just three or four months
at a time since the late eighties, and so I had it easier on those car carriers
too. I presume that the mainly Polish officers of the Baltic Ace had not
contracted to do long stretches. (I also hope- for their sakes- they were not
under the influence; sadly, the stringent zero alcohol policy followed by
managers when it comes to Asians does not seem to apply equally robustly to
Europeans.) Regardless, many officers do
six months of this hellish tenure on car carriers today, day in and day out.
Many of the crew- if they are Filipino, as some on the Baltic Ace were- do twice
that. It is inhuman. It is made inhuman, actually, because owners and managers
operate at stripped manning levels- promoting conditions that could be easily
confused with slavery.
Seamen know that fatigue tastes like in the mouth; it is dry
and metallic. They know it impairs judgement. They know they make more mistakes
when they are tired. They also know that nobody acknowledges this; the industry
needs fall guys after every Baltic Ace, not the truth. Leaving aside all other
human foibles, claims of ‘human error’ make for good economics and ‘insurance
sense’.
I am not here to tell you that there was no human error on
either the Baltic Ace or the Corvus J. I am not even here to tell you that the
Baltic Ace sank, tragically killing all those people, because of fatigue.
However, I am here to tell you that fatigue is the root cause of many a close
shave and many an accident- and that some of my mistakes at sea could honestly
be attributed to it. I am here to tell you that car carriers- those breadboxes
with no vertical bulkheads in cargo spaces and with a single compartment design
that can make the shebang go down in minutes if there is a breach in watertight
integrity- are the last ships where you want to have fatigued crews.
And I am here to tell you that fatigue is behind much that
is conveniently passed off as human error.
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December 06, 2012
Not enough Indians
The stifling of maritime skills threatens Indian
shipping in many ways. We easily acknowledge problems like poor calibre of new
entrants or their dwindling numbers. Less easily admitted- although that is
changing fast- is the corruption in the new-entrant job market that has
permeated every pore of the industry and its administration. Admitted extremely rarely, on the other hand,
are longer term problems that are on nobody’s radar screen at the moment. For
one, that the near complete absence of good seafarers today will translate into
a drought of able administrators and technically competent ex-mariners sitting
ashore tomorrow is something that has been ignored so far.
The last few decades have seen many Indians move to-
and thrive in- shipping management jobs ashore, but they have usually done so
on the back of solid experience at sea. True, some of them stayed at sea just
long enough to get what some in India derisively call the ‘chhapa’- a Master’s
or Chief Engineer’s stamp on their CDC. Many of these folk took additional
professional qualifications, many more picked up management jargon and some even
picked up the tools of their new trade ashore. Nothing unusual; happens in many
other industries too. My point is that many thrived in their new environment
because they had potential, were academically competent to begin with, and had gained
professional experience- or enough experience anyway- at sea.
This is not going to happen with the new generation. The
combination of suspect academic credentials, low commitment and an attitude
that sees sailing as ‘a couple of years’ kind of thing will not magically lead
to riches, glory, or a future in industry ashore. In fact, I strongly suspect
that many Indians joining the profession today will struggle to reach a stage
when they will command ships or control engine rooms to begin with, for there
is a steep curve that they have to go up before they will be good enough to do
so.
What this will do to the overall employability of
Indians in shipping is anybody’s guess. Traditionally, shipping has always
sourced many of its technical and operational managers from the growing pool of
experienced Masters and Chief Engineers. If the numbers of these fall
drastically, as I suspect, or if ship owners move to other nationalities, as
many believe, then it is obvious that the future managers of shipping will come
from amongst nationalities that are producing enough Masters and Chief
Engineers to begin with.
Faced with an analogous situation, Europe and the US
have protected their shore maritime jobs somewhat by stifling immigration from
Asia and elsewhere. India does not have the ability to do that; in any case, it
is not a global shipping centre that can attract financial, insurance or other
maritime businesses anyway. Moreover, it is not a major shipowning country, and
none of its nationals are major ship owners internationally- with the possible
exception of SCI, but government owned units work along different paradigms.
And shipmanning - the one area that has seen a lot of foreign interest over the
last thirty years or so- is dying, because Indian seafarers are dying.
Shipmanagement will go, eventually- in a generation or so- to countries producing
seafarers at the time; only natural.
The signs are already there for those who want to see
them. The fall in calibre, competence and experience at sea is a given, but those
who have sailed in the last few years have noticed, on the ground, larger
number of people like superintendents and surveyors landing up on ships with insufficient
experience or knowledge. Operations managers who have little expertise in
operations trying to handle, unsuccessfully, complex ships and their loading
rotations. We see DPA’s who would struggle to manage safety in a lifeboat.
Insurance surveyors with strange ideas about seaworthiness. Inexperienced-
dangerously inexperienced- pilots.
When competence drops, it drops across the board. The dumbing
down of the industry ashore- led by the dumbing down of the industry afloat- is,
essentially, what I am talking about. There are too many Chiefs and not enough
Indians already. The blind will soon be leading the blind in greater numbers
than ever.
There is a paradox of sorts in all this, which muddies
the waters and makes it appear that Indian shipmanagement companies- and the
jobs they create in the country ashore- are on the ascendant. Because so many
shipowners that own just a few ships find it so hard to manage them on their
own in today’s crazy regulatory and commercial environment, we continue to see comparatively
large numbers of vessels going to shipmanagement companies. It may therefore appear,
for some time at least, that because these companies are thriving, the countries
that they source personnel from have it made.
I think this notion is erroneous to the extreme, and I
equate it with a situation where a mom-and-pop store suddenly notices a spurt
in business, and realises that this is thanks to the footfalls generated by the
nearby parking lot of a big supermarket that has opened in the neighbourhood. Mom
and Pop may temporarily rejoice, but unless they are stupid, they know that they
are on their way out. That their very survival is at stake.
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