It is a story of hopes, aspirations and love; some failed, others
doomed but a few bloomed too…
Since my childhood, without any hope, without any desire than to adorn uniform, I had savoured nothing. It was inconceivable for me to part with my uniform, the Commander said; which for reasons unknown is far dearer to me than life itself. I have not adorned it by a stroke of luck or force of fortune or by any compulsion. It was my choice…
After few PATIALA pegs the proximity between ranks shrinks and the lines that delineate the boundaries seem pretty blurred; these are either reduced or erased. How the hell could a junior officer gather enough courage to get cheeky with an officer two ranks senior to him;
who taught him how to walk in uniform? However, he was conscious of the constraints of service and did not lose the sense of the proprieties of uniform.
 In an ode to a soldier, who lives ‘A life at the edge’; the author
makes a passionate appeal to the countrymen …..
 “To spare a moment,
   Stand in solemn silence,
   Pray for the departed soul,
   Salute the limping, when he passes by.”
Read more of it in the book…

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