THE DJINNS

New Delhi is a fascinating City and its weather has started churning once again. Delhi faces each type of weather and has a charm around its existence.  

I just finished reading an account about Delhi's amazing history by William Dalrymple. Sparkling with irrepressible wit, City of Djinns peels back the layers of Delhi's centuries-old history, revealing an extraordinary array of characters along the way-from eunuchs to descendants of the Moghuls. In this account and with ease, William Dalrymple explores the seven "dead" cities of Delhi as well as the eighth city-today's Delhi. Underlying his quest is the legend of the djinns, fire-formed spirits that are said to assure the city's Phoenix-like regeneration no matter how many times it is destroyed. Entertaining, fascinating, and informative, City of Djinns is an irresistible blend of research and adventure. It is a one read account and for some book lovers- it would be a Collector's Delight.

Confusion is the mother of all evils. It can lead to chaos and no wonder humanity thrives in chaos. Let me narrate an incident that happened during my 3rd Term at the Fox Sqn (Jul 1989).

CHM Girdhari Lal, the Drill Instructor of Fox Sqn, stepped out of the Sqn Office and turned right towards the GFCL. His cane tucked hard under his left arm pit, he had a deep gaze and the Academy DO was in his right hand. He waited outside the CSM's Cabin and again looked into the Daily Order. The Sqn had started falling in for the after lunch run practice. 2nd & 3rd Termers had fallen in and 4th Termers were trickling down from stairs and corridors. Girdhari Lal's gaze swept through the 2nd & 3rd Termers but his question appeared to have remain unanswered!

His mind drifted on that fateful day at Itarasi Junction when Tamil Nadu Express came and stopped parallel to the NDA Special. It became a heist at broad daylight as some courageous souls alighted and boarded the Tamil Nadu Express! The Adjutant observed this from the First Class Coupe and rushed out with his Drill Instructor's team. They fanned out into different bogies of the TN Express to flush out the souls attempting to reach New Delhi and other stations earlier. Many were caught that eventful day and then brought back to the NDA Special where they were herded near the First Class Coupe of the Officers. They waited with baited breath for the Adjutant to return.

As the Drill Instructors moved from compartment to compartment, even the TN Express passengers cooperated with them. They pointed out to the deserters hiding inside toilets and even creeping under their berths! One soul was lifted even as he had put a lungi on his face and pretended to be asleep! The raid finished even as the exasperated TN Express guard wanted to move his train on time. A couple of Drill Instructors including CHM Girdhari Lal could not de-board TN Express and had to move ahead. The action now shifted to the Adjutant's coupe in the NDA Special. The names and numbers of the cadets were taken till two cadets gave out the names Cadet Sanga and Cadet Banga from Foxtrot Squadron! Their names were noted by a benign Gorkha Regt CHM from the world of the 3rd Battalion. The cadets were dispersed and the NDA Special moved at its pace. CHM Girdhari Lal and others embarked from Agra Station and the eventful journey came to an end.

Standing in the GFCL and as the whole Sqn had assembled, CHM Girdhari Lal thundered the names of Cadets Sanga and Banga to fall out. No one moved an inch and the stone faced Cadets were lost in their own thoughts. The silence after the thunder stated as if the names did not ring any bell in their minds. CHM Girdhari Lal was now livid. He directed the CSM to divide the Sqn into two parts- one on NDA Special and other of Non-NDA Special. It was almost a 60-40 divide. He again read out the names, numbers and the punishment awarded to these 2 Cadets- 14 Sinhgarh Hikes. Nothing moved in the NDA Special type wing! CHM Girdhari Lal now had beads on his forehead- he had to go back to the Sqn Office with these cadets and he had no bird in his hand. The SCC and CSM huddled with the CHM to provide their interpretation. CHM Girdhari Lal discovered that it was the end of this trail to identify Cadets Sanga and Banga. The story fanned like fire during the evening dinner night and there were mumbled talks amongst the cadets who had received their share of travel to the fabled Shivaji Fort. They knew that they could not play up what the so called Sanga and Banga had achieved.

The Dinner Night got over. It was a moon lit night as the squads of 4 & 6 marched towards their Sqns. The Drill Instructors were standing at their nominated locations. At one point CHM Girdhari Lal from Grenadiers stood along with the Gorkha Regiment CHM- A Squad walked by with a loud Jai Hind Sahab salutation. Both the CHMs were in ram rod straight position and trying to identify the elusive Djinns Sanga and Banga. As the Squad walked ahead, the front right Cadet whispered,"Ki haal Sanga?". The left cadet smiled at him and then looked straight ahead even as the Sinhgarh peak dipped behind the rising facade of the 2nd Battalion. 

Sanga and Banga lived on in CHM Girdhari Lal's mind even as he continued his efforts to find them. During the POP of my course, CHM Girdhari Lal was also finishing with his time at the NDA. He still wanted to unravel the mystery and would inquire quietly from individual cadets about the culprits! 

The POP came and the so called Banga's father came with a camera. The cane was stuck hard inside the left arm pit of CHM Girdhari Lal as the two Djinns Sanga and Banga stood on his either side to capture the moment. As CHM Girdhari Lal shook their hands and walked away , so called Cadet Sanga whispered,"Ki haal Banga?"  

 

THE CULINARY SKILLS

The aroma filling the four walls of our home today morning set my mind thinking. I have never been a culinary human! When we were young and growing, I saw my mother switching between the Angeethi (a traditional brazier used for cooking in India) and LPG Cylinder based gas stove. The use of the medium depended upon the type of food being cooked. The chilly winters saw more use of Angeethi to cook Saag (leaf based dish) and boiling water. These mediums also provided for instant heating of hands to ward away the perils of ice cold conditions. In the summers, the heat from these mediums added to the woes of scorching summer winds from the deserts nearby.

Bookish children, as we were and living with doting grandparents, never exposed me (and I can vouch for a few close friends of mine too!) to the culinary skills. The maximum that we would do was to join the women folk to peal away peas. Our duties were to fetch milk and take the wheat to the market for getting it machined to flour. No one taught me or encouraged me to learn cooking or to cut vegetables (I was brought up as a vegetarian). As I grew to about 8 years and became a little self confident, I learnt to make Maggie 2 minute noodles to quench the taste buds and could make a cup of tea for my blind grandmother. This skill just about stopped there itself as my grandma faded away. There was no upgrade from here.

The studies kept us busy and the food was always at the table when needed. The trend continued at the National Defence Academy and the Indian Navy thereafter. Good discipline habits ensured that I never got late for any meal albeit for a brief phase at the National Defence Academy where the ragging did take away some calorific inputs. Missing of these meals did not affect much and rather helped to shear away some baby fat. These intermediate fasts were good for the system and were occasionally broken with the help of Course-mates who would bring toasts smeared with a thin layer of butter/jam tucked away in starched uniform pockets. The handkerchief would be the medium which would engulf such sandwiches and the soggy bread would taste out of the world. In spite of these hardships, the culinary skills steadfastly remained away. In due course of time, an ecosystem emerged wherein some Cadets would be cooking Halwa (a sweet dish) in their aluminium mess tins. I just became parasite to them as they cooked and I ate. I never could devote time to learn the cooking skills as other activities kept my time engaged. 

The food became quintessential for the survival but was always accompanied by a reading material alongside. The breakfast was never complete without the newspaper and other meals were eaten along with books or periodicals. The state came to such a passé that it did not matter what was served so long as it was even mildly palatable. This helped me survive travels within the vast India as I seamlessly moved from one state to another. I would just not crib about the taste, aroma or spices as food was needed to survive. In my trips to foreign destinations, anything that was served or easily available would help me survive. I never had a choice for my guts and in a gathering I would just let others do the ordering whilst I would just wait for the food to arrive!

The lack of culinary skills caught up with me in a longish outstation duty in Russia. My other two team members became home sick and just would not come to the kitchen to cook (I was happy doing the dishes to do my share of work). I survived the evening as it snowed outside. The next morning, I managed the breakfast of some dry bread with jam along with tea. The lunch was skipped as the team members just refused to come out of home sickness! I got out of the hotel amidst the snow and walked to the nearest shop. With some broken Russian and gesturing, I could lay my hand on a frozen packet which looked like Momos. I got the packet to the kitchen and put the contents in boiling water. The frozen content just exploded and the meat floated in water. I did not know what to do till a Russian lady walked in to bake and was generous to give me some baked bread. Her husband was a Russian Submarine Captain and shared Vodka from my bottle as I managed some dinner for me and my homesick team members. In spite of these experiences, I just could not manage to get some culinary skills.

My heart still pounds when I have to wait for the rice to cook. I make sure that I rattle out the time of receiving the order and count exact minutes to shut that gas valve to off. The pressure cooker tries to play truant at times as it’s whistle does not follow the laid down process when I am in charge! These moments are nerve wracking and food serving Apps appear all over my digital screens. I always add a tip for the food delivery boy as if to thank him for being my savior in those trying moments. My culinary skills just refuse to build up in spite of constant pressures and prodding. It stays limited to cutting the lemon to equal halves and preparing the warm glass of water to kick start the mornings. The tea making skill remains constant as the instant noodles have lost my appetite long ago. In effect, my skills have remained steadfast to some liquids as putting bread and jam on a toast is not counted in the category of the culinary skills.

In spite of this lack of skill, I have survived some tough terrains and worldwide travels. I have eaten whatever is the local offering and can survive effortlessly with zero demand. A swig of water and my body responds with full energy. A new year has set in today and I have decided to go more frugal. Despite the frugality, I have decided that I will try to learn some basic cooking (which is counted in the culinary skills). I will have to be careful with the knives and cutting of vegetables as I go along (not to repeat a deep gash in my left palm as a bread-cutter ripped the lemon into precise two and then rested deep inside my palm!). I am not here to impress anyone with this skill, I just need to get it for the balance survival on this planet. I would continue to take care of my teeth to bite and chew the limited food that I vow that I would intake. 

Culinary skills is an art and my salute to all those who do it so effortlessly. My better half is a master at that but she has found a weak student in me till date. Can I change her perception about me? I need to work hard to get the culinary slumber to wake up inside me. Fortunately, I have a new neighbor who claims to be a great cook but he has completely retired from all other works! This challenge looks to be exciting with a partial fright lurking in the corner of my mind. I have to overcome this bastion too as I build up towards my resolves for 2019. I also need to ensure that my culinary skills benefit others. The task appears gargantuan in its theater but then the Military taught me a golden rule- the first contact with enemy and all strategies get muddled up. Let me try my hand at some cooking this year and find some solace for all those who have excitedly waited for me to adopt this habit.

Do you know what I would cook? Happy New Year 2019, eh!

Travelogue Itmenaan Estate, Chalnichinna, Dist Almora, Uttarakhand, India

Day-1:- 30 Aug 2018. After a fruitful working day at Delhi, left at 4pm towards Haldwani. The Green Mamba (Duster) purred with excitement as finally it was climbing hills. The drive out of Delhi was good as the new Meerut Highway led us towards new KMP Highway and we bypassed bad traffic of Ghaziabad. The ongoing flyover constructions slowed us down till Pilakhuwa where we crawled and lost 40 minutes. A pit stop at Bikanerwala on Hapur -Moradabad Highway for an early dinner (Uttapam) and I throttled the 4x4 on the dark Highway (which had lamps but no current). 

A Uttarakhand Roadways Bus travelling towards Haldwani guided me and put us on a track right through deep forest route. It was an occasional vehicle on road and I maintained a steady 80 KMPH to avoid any disturbance to the flora and fauna.

A wild elephant turned his (or her) back towards us as the Duster emerged silently out of a bend with all its lights lighting up the jungle.We checked into Haldwani at 11pm and snuggled into a nice room at Hotel Devashish as the town slept quietly.The car performed well and the Honeywell Car Purifier worked silently to keep us absolutely fresh.Looking forward to the climb today as rains pour down.

Day 2- 31 Aug 2018. The stay at Hotel Devashish, Haldwani rejuvenated us and after the breakfast We were all set to brace the rains which were lashing Haldwani. The Green Mamba (Renault Duster) had been itching to burn up the diesel in its 1461cc engine. The trick of the mountain driving lies in a careful driver and a fit car. We fueled up the diesel at Haldwani and I pressed the gas to meet our first destination Bhimtal. 

The nature's fury had brought down a large tree at a busy Haldwani Junction. The smiling policemen were busy clearing the traffic and helped us to the Bhimtal axis. The 4x4 sprang to life as the Green Mamba could sense the fun on pot holed roads. The gas pedal merits careful handling as all 4 wheels rip through the pot holed and keep the 4x4 vehicles scale dirt with ease. The Haryana Registration helps the cause as the hill drivers feel that the driver is a novice! Speed is a thrilling bet and the Green Mamba had its share of fun as it set a scorching pace through the hill bends with all its lights blazing. Soft rock songs filled the cabin with delight and we crossed a filled up Bhimtal Lake. A large group of ducks was wading through its waters as rains lashed around. It was a great sight and we paced towards Almora.

The roads are good and a few pot holed patches but who cares as the radials tackled them with ease. The bumps in the cabin can hardly be felt and I tried the ABS of the Green Mamba to my utter joy. It performed smoothly.

Crossing Almora, we cut across roads leading towards Ranikhet, Binsar and zoomed towards Jageshwar Dham. A river flowed alongside and its flow through its rocky surface boosted the spirits of the drive. A patch of racing with an Innova Crysta whose driver was not willing to let us pass ahead created some good fun moments. Eventually, we cut him across after a bend and Green Mamba blinked its parking lights signalling its better grip on the road.

Leaving the main road behind at a junction we turned towards Artola and Suakhan to reach our stop at *Chalnichinna*. It is at this place that our stay in *Itmenaan Estate* was planned.

Leaving Green Mamba parked in the village market,we made our way 670 meters down the hill through a stone track. This track tests the mettle of pollution impacted metro city lungs. The calf muscles felt the load and became live again. The stomach churned the last morsel into energy and also dug deep into fats layered here and there.

The stop at our breathtaking cottage made the down climb a great cheer. The whiff in the air opened up the lungs and blood stream felt a new vigor. The Welcome Drink was made of a local fruit and purged the system walls of clogs and dirt. The home cooked lunch had a brilliant taste and as if to welcome us- the rains did not lash us. The terrace farmed hills, villages spread across hills and intermittent clouds coming down as if to check the new habitants made our day. 

Itmenaan Estate has stoned rooms,wooden floors and comfortable beds. The Staff is amazing and makes this a perfect stay where one can get merged with the Beauty of the surroundings. No wonder, it is a hit with foreign visitors who come here to merge with the nature and enjoy week full of village life experience.

The silent night there out some wonderful stars and inspite of light clouds the patch of stars opened up at our azimuth. The neck craned up and the mesmerizing spell kept us awake. The stillness,the calmness and the nature's fragrance are our partners for this stay. Cheers.

Day 3 & 4- 01- 02 Sep 2018. The stillness,the calmness and the nature's fragrance were our partners for this stay. If today, these places are so enchanting, then what bliss they would have been for the likes of Jim Corbett and to the saints/poets/writers who lived in these serene mountains! Life would have been so very different for these folks- we can only wonder and remain in their awe.

The climb from our Deodhar Cottage to the road head amounted to 27 Floors (or downhill!) of 670 meters. This challenge removed the need for any TMT and proved that the body was still performing at 1763 Meters above the sea level. The pounding heart heated up the blood vessels as we did this route 4 times in 02 nights stay. The view en-route is simply- breathtaking.

When we finally climbed for our departure towards Bhimtal, the whistling winds from the tall trees ran a melodious music for us. The clouds rose through the valley and hit the cheeks to leave a cool effect. The village market Folks gave a passing glance as if to tell the traveler that you can stay longer! Wish we could and with a vow to return, I powered up the Duster. 

We crossed a bend and saw the signboard *Jageshwar Dham* - 3 km. We put the Duster on the track and came to an ancient heritage site with a temple complex. This complex has small and big temples in a single complex sitting next to a rivulet. The nip in the air cannot be missed here. Going around the temples, we saw newly weds going through prayers with their families. It is here that we met an astrologer who was candid with his calculations and the discussion was amazing. We left Jageshwar happy and contended- our lives have so much.

We scaled Bhimtal and after a rejuvenating Masala Tea at a NGO Tea Stall checked into *Freddy's Bungalow* at Bhimtal. This Bungalow is also a part of *Itmenaan Estate*. The wonderful part of this Bungalow perched up high on a hill top is its amazing collection of well preserved Butterflies and Insects found in these hills. Amazing and worth a watch. The courteous staff looked after is well and we stayed the night in a well maintained attic room.

Jim Corbett has always been an intriguing figure for me. This time, we decided to stop at The Corbett Museum located in Kaladhungi. His house wherein he lived with his spinster sister Maggi is a treat to visit. We had crossed this place so many times during our travels to Corbett Park but never stopped. Jim's adventures and his books have some of the most captivating accounts of Man Vs Wild. If Jim had technology at his disposal, Bear Gryllsmay not have been in business. Jim Corbett traversed through a large tract of Kumaon and Garhwal Hills. Many would be amazed to know that he was born in India from his parents respective second marriages, worked for Railways, fought with Kumaoni troops in the First World War (was a Colonel) and went on to do successful businesses. He was a true colonizer and each visit to Corbett leaves us mesmerized as we discuss how he would have lived in those days! Amazing lives and Jim deserved the best from India.

The pit stop at Corbett Museum rejuvenated us as we read the letters which he wrote and how well he understood India. The Museum Shop has a handsome offer of great stuff. We picked up spices, tea, pickles and a Compass to keep us focused on the North.

The return leg to Delhi has its choke points at Pilakhua (Hapur) as the bridge construction leads to jams. Well, a price has to be paid for infrastructure development and we paid 45 minutes for the cause.

We entered Delhi amidst news of water logging due to heavy rains and checked into the home at 9pm. 

The 04 days amounted to 840 kms, a study of Kumaon hills above Almora and the next travel to Berinag and Munsiyari beckons ahead. It is always a pleasure to see the snow clad mountains and the chill in the atmosphere.

Travel you must and discover the hidden India. Itmenaan Estates gave us an amazing perspective as it is a challenge to reach its boundaries. Once these boundaries are scaled, you will be awestruck with the power of Mother Nature running its magic all over. The cool breeze whistling through pines, the gushing water in a hidden waterfall, the Milky Way lighting up the night, the clouds going up and down- what more one needs to charge the heart, mind and soul. (Travel Photos- https://photos.app.goo.gl/m3FNMV57Tk6JB5Hc9)

THE BATTLES WITHIN

52 BCE, the City of Alesia lay under siege from the Roman Army of Julius Caesar. The wooden barricades were laid all around the city and gradually choked the city of its food supplies. The Gaul General Vercingetorix (The Winner of 100 Battles) was trapped inside Alesia with his supporting legions and had waited in vain for the support to arrive. He had a decision to take that fateful day. As the silence of the siege built up outside, a battle within Vercingetorix had raised its head. The General had limited options and he had to exercise one of them to push the situation ahead. 

Vercingetorix emerged from his quarters early in the morning. He was dressed in his finest armor and his imposing figure commanded respect from his followers. He looked at the city’s sights, his mind went back over the details of his earlier decisions wherein he had burnt down cities, farms and food halls to dissuade the Roman Army and to limit their supply chains. He climbed on his tall stallion and rode outside the city gates. 

Julius Caesar was sitting in judgment over a tribunal when Vercingetorix appeared suddenly from nowhere. The battles immediately raged in the minds of everyone present on that site. Each mind was calculating the next move and their hands instinct went to locate their respective weapons and armors. The strapping General got down from his horse, unlocked his armor and went on his knees in front of Caesar. He culled many a battles short as he offered himself but sought the safe passage for his citizens out of a parched Alesia. History holds the imprint of this action of Vercingetorix and his stature as a great hero of the ancient World continues in the lands that he once strode tall on. He had the capability of cutting the battle lines short with his one decisive act. He did pay the price with his life eventually, but ensured that many lives were saved that fateful day and lived on to tell the tales.

Julius Caesar, at that time, was busy consolidating his position and had great ambitions. His Army was getting stronger by the day and with this surrender, he knew his time had come to go back to Rome. The orders from Rome, though, directed him not to come back to Rome but to expand the empire! Now, the battles raged within his mind and he had options to exercise. He moved back towards Rome and his men had their own battles running within as they sensed that this victory over the Gauls would fetch them good returns. This is the irony of the human life- the battles within continue to build up one after another.

Caesar’s march came to a halt one day when he reached the other end of the River Rubicon. The orders from the Roman Senate were not to cross the river with the Army. A potential civil war loomed ahead and Caesar knew about the imminent war. His words were that the die has been cast and his legion cross the River Rubicon. The battles within many minds subsided to give way to new battles rising and Caesar went onto become the Dictator of an Imperial Rome. No victory is perfect and new battles keep shaping up at each milestone of life. Julius Caesar’s battles within just multiplied when he announced his dictatorship. He wanted to control the empire to follow his dreams. There is no denial to the fact he implemented many ideas and made Rome into a powerful Empire. His fist was strong till he hit upon a disease which affected his cerebrovascular abilities. The battles continued to rise within him and his detractors. Eventually, Caesar also left this World still battling many odds as he was stabbed multiple times. 

The question then emerges- can the battles within be controlled? Some humans do have the capability to control their own surging battles and douse them by taking harder decisions upon themselves. Their decisions do a lot harm to them than the good but they are willing to pay the quoted price. This does help them to limit the battles that rage the average human mind and each assault becomes harder to tackle. Something similar to what Vercingetorix and Caesar faced in their lives is faced by business teams each day. The vagaries of the World, its changing priorities and emerging trends – collectively put a business team on its toes each day. There is no escape from its clutches.

There are high expectations for growth, but few manage to expand sustainably and profitability year after year. However, the probability of achieving profitable growth is heightened whenever an organization has a clear growth strategy and strong execution infrastructure. One without the other impairs the probability of success. This is what culls out the battles within.  One in about 10 companies grow sustainably and profitably. Ninety percent of companies fail to hit the growth projections they put in their own annual report. We can safely interpret that growth is one of the hardest acts in business or even in other walks of life. Sustainable growth is fascinatingly hard. And when you try to find out what were the barriers to growth, the incredible thing is that in only 15% of the cases the market emerges as a culprit!! Only in about 15% of cases do they say “We didn’t grow because of something that happened externally.” In the majority of cases, what emerges is that there are internal barriers to their growth, which leads us to say “What kills the future of growth is not the market, but your own internal complexity.” This again gets us back to the point where the battles within minds keep adding up the complexities. Complexity becomes the silent killer of the growth.

But, interestingly, the strategy itself is simplifying if done right.

 

The first strategy is: FOCUS.      You have to have a strong, well-defined core business that you drive to its full potential. That is simplifying. You have to focus on a few things. Keep the mind decluttered.

The second strategy is: LEADERSHIP.     There is always a need to drive to leadership economics. Again, that’s simplifying. Focus on those businesses which are leading and get better performance from them.

The third strategy is: CUSTOMERS.   If you had to do one thing: Be completely focused on customer advocacy. Keep the customer to the forefront of each activity that you are doing. Customer is the King.

The fourth strategy is: DISCIPLINE & POTENTIAL.  If you have to move into businesses outside your core, make sure you’re doing it from your full potential, and make sure you’re incredibly disciplined, because expansions to uncharted waters often kills businesses.

The fifth strategy is: LEVERAGING. Leverage a repeatable model. Figure out what it is that you do incredibly well that can be translated into a front-line routine and do it again and again.

One size never fits all and so is true for life/business as well. The heat of the battle can only be gauged when the first contact is made. The victorious eventually realize that their clouds of doubts were lesser than the fallen. The battles within will continue to snare the thought process. It is the ability of the human mind which has to find deft solutions to keep scaling the grey zones of the mind. So, what is the battle which is raising its rampart in your mind right now? Have you got the solution to its challenges, eh?

Fox in #Football

I had the honor to play 2nd String Football for my Squadron "Foxtrot" in the National Defence Academy🤪. It was the CSM's (Cadet Sargent Major leads the discipline and morale of the Squadron and is a final termer) ploy as he converted 6th String into a dummy 2nd String to meet his strategy for the inter-Squadron competitions.

The match began with Kilo Squadron’s original 2nd string team. The ball remained in Foxtrot half only as both the teams were unequally balanced! Killers got the whiff of our potential, but, we disrupted their game somehow by sliding, tackling and hitting the ball deliberately out of the field. The intensity of Killers was too high and the Fighters were running out of meager ideas about Football. In the National Defence Academy, a Cadet is made to play all types of field games to ensure that they learn these games and be able to play with their troops when they become Officers. This also makes them understand the meaning of team spirit. After all , National Defence Academy's motto is to convert Boys into Men. This is inscribed on a red stone where it is written "NDA- THE MAKER OF MEN".

After about 20 minutes of haggling,the hell broke loose as Killers scored 7 goals in about as many minutes The Referee was a young non- ex-NDA Officer who had just come on a posting and had no experience of how a National Defence Academy Cadet would think🧐.

He could not judge in the first half as to what was happening. The Killers also thought they had a kill but were going slow themselves as they had a comfortable lead. The Officer was by now having a situation as Foxies were shooting long balls and out of the ground. The heat on the ground was making the Officer's throat dry as he was running more than the Cadets and his whistle kept him pumping more breath into its ravines. The game slowed down again but the Officer by now had got the whiff of it. He stopped the game and the second half was only the front and back rolling session on the field and both Squadrons rolled-up and down- Fox for foxing around Kilo and Kilo for not steam rolling and killing Fox🤫.
Suddenly, the Deputy Commandant of the Academy landed on the field and saw the Cadets rolling and the score reading 7-0🤥. The Officer explained to him the matter. The Deputy Commandant just smiled away and said," Even I was a dummy 2nd String player my self and it needs courage to face an original 2nd String! These Foxies will be a tougher lot from now onward. Keep the game on and report the goal margins to me tomorrow". He told the Foxies to score a goal against Killers and promised to visit the team in the Squadron if that happens! He went away and the game started.

Foxies got charged up and the final score read 10-3 in favor of Kilo. The 11 Foxies on ground had a reason to celebrate- the 3 goals against a Goliath Team and a visit by the Deputy Commandant to the Squadron. We also became Footballers as Deputy Commandant visited the Foxtrot Squadron and hailed the Fighter's spirit of the team🦊. He said,"Damn Good Fighters. In the battle you would meet unequal enemies and I am sure that you boys will face them with grit and fight. Great spirit you all exhibited. Keep the fight on.” We all rejoiced and the team went into play more matches with the "Never Say Die" fighting spirit. We lost many matches but the fight remained in all.

Cheers to Football , Footballers and their Fighter's Spirit.

"Enter my portals O glory bound one
Learn to lead I'll make you men
In my dreams the bugle sounds
In my heart hope abounds
Leave my portals live like men
Death or glory it matters none
The hour beckons honour at stake
O valiant sons a mother prays
Lead with vigour straight up front
Rocklike bear the enemy's brunt
I shall write your untold story
I shall uphold your blazing glory
Go my sons the earth beckons
Hear my warriors the oceans call
Soar my eagles the sky is yours
Death before defeat
Death before dishonor
Death with distinction
A mother prays for all your days
Strive and seek victory with grace
A mother prays.
A mother prays."