I am a weakling. I am not from Delhi.
Neeraj sounded excited on the telephone. He said, ‘I’ve cleared the written test for getting into the NDA, bhaiya. The SSB comes next and I need your help.’ This happened just a couple of years after I had opted out of the OGs (Olive Greens – an euphemism for those in the Army) because of...
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Dates had stopped bothering him ages back. Even in the POW camp he had never once made parallel lines of hope, despair, and anger. His captors were as perplexed as were his co-prisoners. ‘You never think of your home and family, Major?’ ‘I do,’ he had replied and then got up to go to the...
