CDT D. V. Ghorpade

Alt. Title : Warrior Race

Three in formation. Waiting for the fourth. The behind one wishes.
Hey You ? What the is this ? Take a 20 to .
Single ? That’s when the cycle rides on you.
Juliet. Foxtrot. Echo.
Equestrian.
Peacock Bay.
Ronaldhino in the making. Fifty football fields.
Four minutes. No time. No food. One kilo ice cream and twenty gulab jamuns.
Three years.
Uniforms for each hour.
Oceans of blood, sweat and tears.

What is all this ? This is the way our boys (only boys, no girls) train to defend us. This is the way how young kids are moulded into the warrior race. It’s a story of orders and more orders. A rather serene and royal place that teaches you “THE” tricks of the trade. Its here that one learns to “manage”.

Beg, steal or borrow. But don’t get caught.

The place where ragging is official and sees no limit. And its part of the curriculum. And moreover - its imparted by the teachers themselves. The kids just dont match the profs.

Ten thousand bucks per kid per week.. And when there are twelve hundred kids inside, then it cant be a joke. As long as you stay inside you get the “boot” each day. If you cant sustain – you are given the “boot” – please pay and leave. Some lessons here for our IIT kids perhaps. The country’s resources aint free.

The best part – its untainted of reservation. No Arjun Singh. No Mandal. Hence no bundal.