BORN TO AN OLIVE GREEN
The end of winters was nearing and a few tiny little buds had statrted to yawn. In that magnificent stone bungalow of the National Defense Academy a little baby girl was born to the most beautiful couple!! Probably that's where my fascination with the Army can be traced back to. For back then all i must have heard and watched must have been the drill commands and cadets with weird hair cuts running with their bicycle on their shoulders!That is when it all began tat is wen this beautiful journey began! As soon as i learnt to walk and started to grasp things, i was instructed to behave and sit quietly in the Mess. Mumma's "DON'T TOUCH" glare wen we got anywhere near the Mess trophy lol I still remember that! Those dining in and out speeches during which all the Unit kids used to be locked in the T.V Room and good lord! all the kids going wild inside specially the neverending fight of who will have the remote :D Finally when we used to be let loose we...