The Training Camp -- Part III

This should have been put up earlier but then, maybe this is just the moment meant for this piece to be inked... Uh sorrie, typed. For the benefit of those reading this blog the first time, Check out the Entries The Training Camp -- Part I and Part II before reading this one. So moving on with the Barracks and the Commanderz In charge. Well The Discipline was taken care of by some retired Army Colonel who still couldn't come to the terms with the fact that the Army did not need him anymore. So we were all treated like "Recruits" being trained for some battle (Normandy is nothing as compared to this Training). Formal dressing for all and Ties to distinguish the Males from the Females. All kind of shoes to be worn with socks, both of the same color, nails to be cut, faces to be washed, and Red Colored Underpants for all (Ok Ok maybe I overdid on this one but you could never be sure when he would ask you to strip just to make sure if you got what it takes to be... A Recruit maybe ;-) ).

The Trainers (Yes, We can call them Trainers, and this refers to most of them but not all) were very strict about their code as well. They can be best described by the following beliefs some of them upheld:-
Thou Art Always Right.
Thou Shall Not Listen.
Thou Shall Impose Thyself.
Thou Shall try To Be And Do What You Cannot In The Outside World.
Thou Shall Abuse Thy Power
Thy Recruits Art At Thy Mercy/Merci
Thou Shall Punish Those Who:-
1.) Do Not Belong To The Trainers Group &

2.) Do Not Agree To The First Postulate



Now for the Curiosity of those who did manage to think about this aspect, I would like to present.. Tan Te Tan "Dr. Nitler" The Man Who Sold The World -- The Harvester Of Sorrow (Now don't you dare jump to conclusions, These are the songs that I like), The Man Who Ran This Training Camp. To say something about him would shame the word "Hypocrite" and not to say something other than that would make truth turn in its' grave. I guess I have said enough, or have I? ;-)

One of the most loved groups of guys was that of the canteen guys. They served you tea without milk or water, a day old bread and chapattis to make your teeth strong, fermented vegetables to save the farmers who might face crisis if someone doesn't buy them, culled birds to save losses to the striking poultry farmers of Maharashtra. So you see, these guys were loved by Dr. Nitler, The Farmers, The Poultry People, The Dentists, The Hakims (Uh there are still some of them existent in the remote location where this camp is located), Everyone, except The Recruits , for "Recruits may come and Recruits may go, But the Rest remain the same".

Now I have seen many movies, but this was the most heavily guarded Training Camp I Have ever seen. Area 51 seems to be a Playschool when compared to our Camp. Situated in a Jungle and Painted in rainbow colors, it is as inconspicuous as a Tarantula on your face. The Commandoes patrolling our campus have been specially trained in Guerilla Warfare, Infact some of them took their Military training so seriously that now they even look like guerillas. Camouflage is another quality our "Blue Cat" commandoes are apt at. You will never get to know if they are around but they are always there, ready to pounce on you the moment you try to enter the campus Without Authorization (Read as without a Tie, or a piece of string attached to a paper with someones' photo and some printed letters to serve as identification, or maybe the Red Underwear ;-) )

Now that you know almost everything that there is to know about the Camp, including the fact that our commandoes run faster than a "Pregnant Buffalo", I will come back with some interesting happenings at the Camp. Till then, Ciao.