The second term started with issue of new books and receipt of answer-sheets for the first term exams. Considering the course issues just a certificate of participation one would assume that there would be no assessment but they do conduct exams, mark them and give the marks back as well. Back to school literally means … Continue reading Half Way Through – MDI
So the transition from the forces to corporate has started. I landed in Delhi 0n 18 nov 17 after a very hectic fortnight at the Unit due to official functions. Till date (it is 2 months since) my official documentation is still pending. Anyway, I am here to attend a resettlement course at Management Development … Continue reading 1 Down, 2 To Go – Back to school at MDI
I will be completing 10 years in service this March and still the first question that anybody who meets me for the first time asks is - Why did you join the Army being a girl? I have heard this question so many times now that my auto response these days is "Why not?" It … Continue reading Why I joined the Army and still love it.
Life has taken a turn lately. As I start preparing for my release from service, I am back in college to attend my resettlement course. It is the third day of classes and the anxiousness has somewhat settled. Everything I do in the forces now is probably for the last time. It maybe the last … Continue reading Changing tracks at thirty?
Once upon a time there stood a tree as majestic and grand as one could be, the roots went deep and the tree held strong, never bent to the winds rather whispered a song. The rains were supportive, the sunshine mild it soon bore fruit, each seed - his child. The winds blew, the seeds spread, on unfamiliar paths alone they … Continue reading The Tree
It is one of those days. The hollow ones. Ones where you end up feeling empty and start questioning everything. You wonder if avoiding issues will force them to disappear. You can’t handle the loneliness but avoid company. You wish you could avoid reality and be with the fictional characters in your mind. You daydream … Continue reading It’s one of those days.
Separation kills. Not literally i mean. Still, staying apart from your other half that too with a toddler in the house is pretty tough. There are days (nights rather) when i am dead tired and baby R is super charged up. Times when my eyes are droopy and he is poking me to check why … Continue reading Counting Days.