Good times at NPA - a month later

have you noticed that when you have the time to write blogs, you run out of material (if you have any in the first place) and when you have tons of things to write about, you are so out of time! pretty darned philosophical, huh???

it's saturday evening, my most favoritest part of the week... the pains and aches from the killer Cycle Cross Country(just a measly 25km) are over and there is the full sunday ahead waiting to be unpacked!!! (not that i do much more than a bit of sleeping, a little tanning(side effect of swimming), a movie in our Audi, drinking lots of tea (there's a trophy at the end of the Course for the max cups of tea drunk), etc...


it's been a long time since my previous blog, and even people who didn't know i had a blog were wondering about why i wasn't writing... so, i've decided to oblige all my readers... (you better leave a comment this time, you bloody free-riders!!! you know how much i thrive on attention!!)

stuff has definitely happened since the last time... i wrote mostly about the pains & aches in the first few ones and though they haven't entirely gone away, i've finally made my peace with them and learnt to live along with them... it's like getting used to a nagging wife... did i mention about the hair-cut i had... my tresses have finally been chopped off... the reactions were quite varied... some said i finally looked like a cop... some compared me to a 14-year old boy... but I'm happy to be light-headed... it was just too much maintenance, making a bun a million times a day, unable to wash it coz of again, TIME... and one day after swimming, when i thought the coconut fibre felt smoother than my hair, i walked in to a saloon (we were looking for a restaurant, got lost...) and gave a free-hand to the hair-dresser... and the rest is history! actually no...though the DIs, ADIs were initially happy to finally stop complaining about my hair sticking out in all directions, now they're insisting i get a trimming with the guys every week...! talk of greediness!!

we've interesting indoor subjects... though we're hard put to stay awake in them... one of my favorite's the Forensic Medicine... taught by Dr. C and his skeleton (who we suspect is a remnant of 60RR)... then there's the Forensic Sciences which is also quite interesting... fingerprinting, footprints, photographs, sketches and all that... IPC is an interactive class I am awake most of the time though remembering the sections is still beyond my limited cerebral capacities... Indian Evidence is something most of us (70% on a good day) sleep through... 'Police in Modern India' is another awakening class... though sir digresses a lot, it's those anecdotes that i find more enlightening and entertaining... there's the computer classes in which most of the OTs practice Word, Excel and Access in Facebook, gmail and chatting... but Rajiv nearly got us all into trouble when he messaged a 'Good afternoon Sir!' to our Drill Instructor from the class!!

my streak of punishments continues... out of the largesse of my heart(a very rare occasion) i gave a lift to Dheeraj on my museum-piece of a cycle... our neighbouring DI came after me and made sure i ran a few extra rounds to make up for the over-abundance of mercy!
"No doubles here!", he roared as if i'd nearly broken the cycle with my over-weight!!

the Republic Day was the other big thing... we had a grand parade... dressed in ceremonially crisp starched new khakhis and peak caps and cross-belts, we put on a spectacular show in celebration of an event we'd last celebrated in our schools... I was even the platoon commander and strutted properly and commanded loudly... finally my walk is now considered 'good drill' and not 'arrogant overbearing'!!

that's long enough... to sustain any curiosities about my existence... for a few weeks at least!

Squad, Line Tod!!

;-)