• A Journey Through Zojila Pass

    On a short leave in late September 1984 was when I had to pass over Zoji La to reach my home. It turned out to be one of the most dreadful experiences in my life. At Kargil— where I was posted then— we had been experiencing bad weather since the past two days. Excitement to reach home was very high. Seven months had passed since I had gone home on my previous leave. It was a hard-earned leave. Relief to replace me had taken more time than usual due to the shortage of suitable officers at the uni…

  • Bonded for Life

    A woman becomes a mother when she has a child to call her own. The mother thereafter, takes pride in every achievement of the child, big or small, throughout life. Her children forever remain special to her. A flying instructor is almost comparable to a mother, in this aspect. A pilot in the Air Force becomes an instructor when he has his pupils. A true-blue instructor will always take pride in each of his pupil’s achievements. When the fraternity compliments his pupils, the instructor’s heart s…

  • Painful Yet Proud Memories

    It's not easy being an Army wife! It dawned upon me, when, after two wonderful years of parties, outings, picnics and enjoyment, he went for a field posting. Eighteen years ago, life wasn't as convenient and as well-connected as the internet and cell phones have enabled it to be. A few routine phone calls and long, meaningful letters added a peculiar charm to life, which otherwise could have been painfully long and desperate for an army wife. While he was away, I kept myself busy by pursuing my …

  • The Grass is Greener on the Other Side

    Lt. Sanjay would remember the long march on the Siachen glacier for the rest of his life. Early morning on a cold January day, he was climbing up to his post— an icy ridge at 21,000 ft. He could feel the biting cold chill his bones as he trudged along the icy path. The strong winds had churned up the snow all around, thus he could hardly see the ghostly figure walking just a few feet ahead of him, to whom he was roped up. The temperature was close to -40°C, although Sanjay had no means of knowin…

  • Rust - The Beginning of a New Life

    Young Lieutenant Prasad was headed for Mumbai after his Engineering Specialization Course at the Naval Engineering Base. He had been posted on-board the mighty Aircraft Carrier of the Indian Navy called INS Vikrant. At the ‘end of course’ party, Prasad had received kind pearls of wisdom from the Training Captain. The Training Captain had a flowing white beard and spoke with passion to Prasad. After all, he had also been a young Engineer for the same ship. “Do not let the machines rust, Prasad,” …

  • The Spanish Word

    It is so, that misapprehension leads to human errors. Sometimes, certain phrases that are unheard of, sound like the unthinkable in a dramatic way. Such was my experience. I recall an amusing episode that occurred two decades ago. It was one of those uncanny bloopers of my life. I was in my early college days, carrying an attitude of a studious girl, even as my eyes wandered off to all the most wanted guys, like apparent fascinating feelings of a teenager looking for lasting love. But since I wa…

  • Eternity

    She looked at him. He finally came. It was a long, restless wait. He told her they know each other from many lifetimes. Yes, she saw him in her vision. He was a priest and she was a village girl. Their path crossed many times. It was a small village which she saw in her vision. Many told, her vision was memories from her past life. How could she be sure? Still, she recognized him from her vision. He looked the same as he looked in her vision. How can we believe our visions? Is it not a hallucina…

  • The Other

    I see less number of people when a poor dies, and even though I don't know who that is, I still assume he was breathing yesterday, however cliche it sounds, he was available for someone because he is not today, death on the hindsight is like a board exams we all prepare for it unknowingly, and when it finally happens we stare at it blankly and go beyond and the long wait after that is tasteless I suppose a prolong time perhaps I wonder what happens to the friends who attends the funeral, do th…

  • To Life in its Pink

    To sing songs of love To sprawl in lushes green To spatter in raindrops To Life in its Pink. When the monsoon arrives Run out and play, Fall in mud, embrace the muck Spool in grounds and make houses of clay For these days will not return Pray hard as you may. Chirp with the birds Lay with the pets Roll on the carpets Left and right Doodle on the walls Jump in the puddles Splash the cake Yeah You heard me right! These seasons of fun Are timed, my dear friend. Make each moment count Fo…

  • Pandemic Tales

    Day 35 There are days when your happy and then days when things just don't work out. But that's ok cos that's the nature of the job and one learns to live with it. My story stems from the experience of having cared for a patient on a ventilator. For some reason, the past four months have taught me to become spiritual and philosophical and know that everything can't be answered by mainstream medicine. It's time to think out of the box as well. I can't give proof if this works. But somewhere I fee…


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