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Jotted down just like that - lest we forget..
Thursday, 11 December 2014
The D Day - 11th Dec 1999
The month long practice of the parade and wearing out of
numerous pairs of rugged drill boots in doing so, would be culminating on this
day 11/12/1999. Being winter the dress was blue patrol, immaculately ironed and
all the brass buttons buffed to their shiny limits. All gentleman cadets
getting ready for the D day well before the dawn.
Ready before dawn
The morning was cold and misty. And for those of us who were
taking the ‘antim paksh’ – the last step were having ambivalent feelings –
happy because we are passing out and we would never have to undergo the tough
routine again, sad because we would be leaving a place of highest learning and discipline
and above all we would be saying good bye to friends from all over the Indian sub
continent the next day. The bond that was formed in the academy can never be
formed anywhere. The mental and physical harassment that was undergone together
had shown and bared the soul to each other, we know each friend not only
physically but also from the soul. It is during the harsh times, that people
bare the soul for all to see.
As we stood there without shaking a hair all the thoughts of
being in this Academy flashes through our mind. Even the worst things like
punishments and getting zero points, now on retrospect, look beautiful and
enjoyable. From the corner of my eyes I could see my friends on both left and
right looking straight in ‘mishram’ position. I thought that I saw a sparkle in
their eyes too perhaps we are trained to do and think same.
The bugle for the arrival of the chief guest was blown on
the dot time to the ‘military precision’. The chariot carrying the chief guest
can be heard – the trotting sound of hoof of four horses on the hard ground can
be heard. This sound takes my thoughts to the equestrian field. I used to dread
the horses. They are extremely tall and eyes like monsters telling me ‘you
joker! Try mounting me and I will show you how you fly’. I fell so many times
from the horse for I did not want to fly. During the test I stick on the horse
back with all my might till it finished jumping the entire obstacles. It was
the horse who passed the test, not me. So I did give an extra “shabash gora”
which was done by giving ‘ek, ek, do’ pat on the horse’s neck, this infuriated the
saab to get me rolling.
The command from the parade commander brought me back to
reality, whether command or not my foot will do the right thing in auto pilot
due to innumerable rehearsals and practices, and it did just that. When the
salute was given and the turns were made there was “wow” noise heard from the audience
bringing in us more josh. The drill went very well without anyone fainting
despite standing still on the parade ground for almost 3 or more hours.
Dere chal Approaching the last step
The ‘dere chal’ and the music by the band brought tears into
our eyes. For ex NDA’s it was the second time. As we approached the step where
it was aptly engraved on the step “antim paksh” the excitement was so much that
the slow march felt like a fast march needing to remind each other to follow
the drums. The sound of drums never felt so beautiful and our feet barely
touched the ground as if we were flying a few inches above the ground.
After piping ceremony we became lieutenant from GC. For those
of us from Bhutan got married to this great organization thereafter, promising
to give even our life if the need arises for the good of the king, country and
We the 105 regular were honoured to pass out just in time,
when our country need us the most, in getting chance to prepare and to take
part in the operations in 2003; Making our country peaceful yet again with immaculate
plans and god like hand guiding us in the fields by our supreme commander, thus
coming out victorious and alive to tell this story.