• Heart Broken

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    ‘Her laughter broke the silence’.

    It was an awkward moment if ever there was one. Priya was most reluctant to go to the party. Punam had insisted that she come. 
    “Please, please, please, you just have to come,” she begged. ” I will be in town for just those two days and I want to meet all my friends. I know it will be awkward for you but I can’t meet you alone.”
    It was a typical story  : Punam, Priya, Vivek and Ramesh had all been friends in college. For four years they were inseparable and were known as  ‘The Gang of Four’. They first met on the first day of college, each one scared and apprehensive. Medicine was a tough course and on their very first day they were made to spend four hours in the anatomy lab. It was strange – forty kids ( for that was what they were at 18) with twenty headless corpses. The first time the class entered the room, the bodies were covered but the strong smell of formalin was an indication of what might unravel in the first five minutes of class.
    ” Welcome to the real world, Class of 2004,” boomed the voice of Mr. Karegaonkar the Professor of Anatomy. ” Meet your best friend for the rest of the year.” The class which was divided into pairs, automatically looked at one another and were shocked when the professor yanked off the cloth on the first table to reveal a headless body! 
    There was an audible gasp as the boy closest to the table actually fainted. Three more screamed in fright while one boy actually threw up. It was only the four of them who remained unflinching and unaffected by this dramatic turn of events. ” So, you are the tough guys uh?” asked Karegaonkar, ” The Gang of Four, I see. Congratulations! You four have passed the first test. I wish you luck for the years ahead!”
    And that is how Punam, Priya, Vivek and Ramesh were christened the Gang of Four. And that is how they remained . Every morning they would co-ordinate their train journey so that they were all on the same train and in the same compartment, the girls preferring to travel in General just to be with the boys. They spent most of the time quizzing one another, sharing stories of patients seen and generally having a good time. And as expected, they also paired up : Punam and Vivek and Priya and Ramesh. Medical college romances are legend and many a doctor has met his/her spouse during some medical course – either during the under graduate or post graduate level. So it came as a real shock when Punam and Vivek went their separate ways after graduation. There was a lot of speculation about what caused the break up but no one dared ask either of them. Punam was famous for her cold, frosty looks while Vivek just laughed it off being too much of a gentleman to talk about his ex.
    Priya and Ramesh remained a couple and actually went to the US after their MLE’s and landed up cementing their relationship in a small wedding attended only by their families. They had of course invited both Vivek and Punam but neither of them could make it caught up as they were with their post graduate studies.
     Priya and Ramesh had had a tough time in the US and quite contrary to what they expected, found it difficult to make the trip back to India . Of course their families visited them in the US as did so many friends so the need to come back was even less. But now, after ten years, they finally found the time and the money to make a home visit. Besides, they also wanted their four  year old son to see the land of his parents’ birth.
    Punam was keen on seeing Jason, Priya’s little son. He looked so cute in the hundreds of photos Priya had put up of him on Facebook. She had last seen him when he was just one, when Punam had gone specially to Minneapolis for his birthday.There was a special conference she was attending and she spent four nights with her dear friends rather than stay in the hotel. 
    “What the hell, ” she thought, ” I can’t act like such a baby! This was bound to happen sometime. I have avoided him for ten years now………I can’t really avoid him forever can I?” she reasoned with herself, building up Dutch courage.
    She took special care that evening , actually going to the parlour to get her hair done. She had spent 24 hours on call and was looking quite a wreck. She did her nails, pulled out her best sari, sprayed half a bottle of ‘Chanel No.5’. “Bring out the mattresses, Vivek Kapoor, ” she said as she eyed herself for that one last glance in the mirror. 
    For the last forty yards to Priya’s house, Punam could actually hear her heart beat faster. Priya began to take deep breaths like she used to advise her patients before any procedure. ” Calm yourself, breathe in, breathe out, slow and gentle,” while her tachycardia seemed to increase with a mind of its own.
    Slowly she stepped inside the room, torn between the desire to run away and hug her friend. “Stop behaving like a moron, ” she told herself . 
    “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” squealed Priya in warm welcome and embraced her friend in a warm rib crushing bear hug. ” I’m so, so glad you’ve come! See, beta, meet your Auntie Punam my very bestest friend,” she said introducing Jason to her. 
    ” Hi, ” said Jason with a shy smile, ” you smell nice.” 
    “So buddy, you made it hunh?” asked Ramesh giving Punam an equally warm hug. ” I’m really happy you made it.” Within seconds the three of them were back as they always were, seamlessly falling back into the old pattern as if there never was a gap. Two drinks later, Punam was giggling like a school girl. Ramesh and Priya had tonnes of stories to share as did Punam. There were lots of other people too, almost like a college reunion she thought looking at all the other doctors in the room. Everyone was talking all at once trying to cram in the past ten years in one day. Some of the students had not met for years and there was a lot of catching up to do. Someone pulled aside the sofas making room for an impromptu dance floor which came alive with gyrating bodies dancing to the loud pulsating music;  glasses clinked, toasts were raised, squeals of delight, guffaws of laughter – it was a happy noise that filled the air. Suddenly the room fell silent. It was as if some one had said “Statue” and frozen everyone into immobility. The hair on her arm stood up and Punam knew instinctively that Vivek had entered the room. All eyes slowly turned towards her. She was flushed with the exertion of dancing having been twirled round and round.

    She looked up and laughed hysterically, her laughter breaking the silence.

    “Good to see you my friend,” she said walking towards him holding out her hand. Before he could grasp it she fell in a heap. There was a rush as all the doctors went forward to see what had happened.

    ” Call the ambulance quick,” Priya said while someone already had punched the numbers. The men lifted Punam’s limp body to the sofa and tried to give her air. Her pulse was slowly falling and by the time the ambulance came she was pronounced dead.

    Vivek cradled her head in his arms and broke down as he said ” Oh Punam why did you leave me so?” and shook his head.

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  • Memories of a Defence Kid

     My dear friend Mona who is my oldest friend passed on this forward which I just had to share……..since there are so many defence kids out there whose email id’s I do not know to pass on these memories. Of course many of them do not hold for me – the main one being NOT going to Central School and not being brought up by a Bhaiya . This was because I was a Navy kid and as Naval Officers’ families were denied the privilege of having enlisted men to help out, we, the Naval kids were brought up by our own mothers or various ayahs who stayed behind in the servants’ quarters attached to our Govt. allocated flats or accommodation.

    I also never went to school in a 1tonner or 3 tonner or any other Govt vehicle since my father refused to let us so much as look at his “official” car, nor did we have any guns or other stuff specific to Army officers enumerated in #23. But I do remember the brasso and the white shoe polish, the bits of driftwood and odd stones and pebbles. I remember with great affection the box settees, the movies at the club, the various balls and of course hundreds of times when we had to double up on the floor because our room was given to a family to stay while their own house was being readied, cups of tea and bowls of sugar given to the newly moved in neighbour, the different smells of curry that came from every home and of course the wonderful unique memories that only Defence kids can share.

    So for all of you out there Jai Hind!


    YOU KNOW YOU ARE A PURE BREED DEFENCE SERVICES KID IF :
    1. You were born in a Military Hospital.
    2. Half your toddler years were spent being looked after by Bhaiyas ( no explanation here).
    3. You went to school either on Bhaiya’s cycle or in a Shaktiman.
    4 .You know what a shaktiman is. ( No! it isn’t the TV serial about half man and half machine starring AB lookalike).
    5. Jeeps & Jongas don’t excite you – they were your regular mode of transport!
    6 .The only alternative to the Central School was the Army Air Force and Navy School.
    7. You always called Kendriya Vidyalaya Central School. Gosh even today that sounds better!
    8. Your entire family could survive in one room temporary quarters with 25 trunks, wooden crates, the dog, the bedroll and two bhaiyas flitting around.
    9. The smell of Brasso & shoe polish was regular staple.
    10 .Mess was not what you created in your room, it was where you went every Friday for the free “English” movie.
    11 .The “English Movie” was very often a western and you couldn’t follow a word! Sometimes you just went for the samosas and the local drink that they insisted was Cola.
    12. At the end of the month your dad had to pay for many pink slips showing how many samosas and local drinks that they insisted was Cola you had consumed. They never missed any!!!
    13. You attended many May Queen Balls before you knew what Miss India was.
    14 .Your mother regularly got dressed, perfumed and disappeared for the Ladies Club.
    15 .You knew towns like Mhow, Wellington, Deolali, Bhuj, Lansdowne
    16 You weren’t a millionaire but hey you had Swimming, Horse Riding, Squash, Tennis and Golf!!
    14. You thought the main reason to have a Golf Course was to have a Holi Bash.
    15. You can still take one quick look at the epaulets and figure out the rank.
    16. You discussed Wednesday’s Chitrahaar in the Shaktiman.
    17 .You can still recall the special & particular smell of the CSD canteen! A special prize for the correct concoction – mine is – it was a mix of Hamam Soap, Ponds Dreamflower Talc & Surf i think. In some corners it had overtures of Brooke Bond red Label and Lifebuoy soap as well.
    18. Your vacations were a package deal consisting of D-forms, Sharma Uncle Ka jonga and Mess ka khana.
    19. All vehicles mysteriously appeared or disappeared from a vacuum called “EMPTY”
    20. When “CO UNCLE” !! was happy he took the unit out on picnic and when he was GLAD he organised a “PAGAL GYMKHANA”..and then everyone got GLAD !!
    21. No one commented on the dressing sense of any body – “It was all Uniform”
    22. Every house had a settee ( which looked more like a narrow coffin!!) made out of condemned ammo cartons, sarkari blankets and an old embroidered table cloth.

    23. ……..and finally when Papa retired it took Mom about 12 years to get rid of the “KABAAR ” that had been accumulated/hoarded over the years to include about 30 to 40 wooden boxes all painted black, 14 Brass Mementos which looked like Knights on horses, Old Cannons or some sort of imaginary work of modern art which looked more like flashes of Lightening ( the concept of which only Papa could explain after two drinks!!) , Eight or Nine empty Brass Shells which Bhaiya used to brasso every time we had someone visiting our house, Four sets of Naga Spears, Five types of Dahs, Two Khukris, One Mizo Bow and about 20 Arrows, Fishing Rods ( the hooks had been hidden by Mom long ago lest some brat managed to get them inserted into his hand or eye!!) eight “Machchar Danis” and 32 rods/ bamboo sticks, Two World War II helmets, One Parachute, about Two High Alti Parkas, Three “chustis” , Papa’s 18 pairs of shoes, One shiny green coloured Great Coat, Ten fungus eaten leather belts , Moth eaten sarkari Balaclavas, one High Alti Sleeping Bag, Two Mattress Kapok, Key chains made out of M14 Anti Personnel Mine Safety Clips, One Pack 08 and about four FS Packs, Web belts, One pistol Holster, One cowboy hat, One “Barah Bore Bandook”, one .302 Springfield Rifle whose ammo is no more available and has become a nuisance to get rid of !!, Four Daggers, about Five walking sticks , Two sarkari canes, One Swagger Stick, One “chabuk” !!!!!, One Leather Crossbelt, about five Whistles, Thirty KGs of Hazen Cloth in various stages of decomposition !!!! , about 80 KGs of Drift wood, almost 400 White coloured Stones that were picked up from some God forsaken riverbed in Sikkim/Siliguri to be used one day for Landscaping of the Garden after retirement, 60 to 70 Flower Pots, 100 Meters of water pipes ( in bits and pieces), One unused fish aquarium , 50 Meters of Cable WD, Old Blanco Cakes, One Folding Camp Cot, One folding Camp Chair which has the nasty habit of injuring the hands of any inexperienced person trying to open it. Two Namdas, about Four to Six rusted dog leashes still attached to rotting dog collars and not to forget the JHOOLA that was made long ago after taking a lot of obligations of the “Work Shop Uncle”.

    The kids are still proud of what they got and are aware of the sacrifices their parents made, toiling honestly and with fullest integrity. It steeled our kids to give their best and feel grateful for every additional comfort they receive. They know that ours is a culture apart which millions of Indians would want to experience and are highly envious about.

    Well done Army/Air Force/Navy kids. You are the best and the products of the best upbringing. You make your parents proud and indeed the Defence Services are proud of you.

    Pass this on to all Defence kids you know for a trip down memory lane.

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  • As I sit here in my father’s garden with my iPad on my lap I’m reminded of those days when my 5 year old niece from LA questioned my need for a PC when she herself was quite conversant with her own personal computer! Those were the days of the 486 with bulky cabinets, bulkier monitors and a speed just a shade faster than a competent typist. 
    In a way I miss those days when I could clang away on those stubborn keys and fling back the carriage after each line. I was strongly reminded of those days when I heard he word “pudding” earlier this week when I asked my English guest what he’d like for dessert. He declined saying he had no place for pudding, bringing back memories of the days when school buses weren’t yellow, taxis were Cabs, lifts weren’t elevators and apartments were flats. 
    Those seemed uncomplicated days unlike today when technology is outmoded the minute you master it. I feel the only way to keep pace and be au courant  is to adopt the attitude of an adolescent boy who has his father to bail him out or indemnify him in case of collateral damage.
    In the meanwhile, I am enjoying  the mild winter sun peeping out from behind he leafy trees, hearing he birds chirping, the pigeons cooing and watching the dog do an adhomukh shwanasan

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