I was in the transit camp (guesthouse) and I was expecting breakfast to be brought to the room; the little perks of being officer in the armed forces is that we do not have to go looking for rooms in the hotel and if the rations and ingredients are provided the food would be prepared and room services would be provided free of charges.
The saddest and most disgusting part, however, is that some civilians both close and distant relatives of the senior officers tend to get lift from the officers and stay there denying facilities to the deserving and authentic people. But then not extending the facilities to the relatives is as tricky as sorting out the tangled earphone wires.
The breakfast was brought on a big tray and the stuff on the tray were not what I told them to bring except for the omelette. There was suja, a plate of red rice most probably local rice and on top of the mound made by the rice there was couple of dried meat garnished with red chilies. I knew who must have sent it but still I asked who had sent the breakfast and he replied it was sent by occupant next door.
We were next door neighbors in RBG too and we served in the same company. His family happened to be here as I met them the day before and talked for a while. The breakfast brought back the great times that we had together and how lavishly they spent when it comes to food was evident from the breakfast and the size. I was advised by the doctor to avoid meat owing to some health conditions just when I was contemplating of turning into pure vegetarian. But that breakfast was had with joy, the joy of having dried meat which I avoided for quite sometime and had I knew before I would have denied, the joy of sharing, the joy of being cared and above all it taught me many lessons, that cannot be expressed in plain words, that is present in Bhutanese and more so within the families of the armed forces.
I did not knock the door to thank them but that gesture of theirs was a great idea of reconnecting, even greater than going for a dinner together.
The facilities, the human touch, the comradeship that exist in army keeps us hooked on to the organization; that can be felt only when it is no more, there. The inter personal relations, the respect for the ladies, the tangible gap maintained between the seniors and juniors and the mutual care that exist amongst the colleagues, perhaps ingrained by the training to not to leave behind, even the fallen body of the comrades, overshadows all the slight hitches that may be present in the organization.
A break or a vacation is what is required to see all these and bump into long lost friend out of the virtual space.