Saturday, September 4, 2021

Chapter 9: jurithewriter has started writing her story

 

Srijut Sarat Chandra Sinha was the Chief Minister of Assam from 1972 to 1978. His son was studying as a cadet in the National Defence Academy and graduated in the year 1973 I think, looking at the black and white photos of our family with the CM. NDA was an institute of prestige and glamour, and in those days, where career options were much fewer, a career in the defence services was much sought after. The 300 odd seats in the country’s premier defence institute were difficult to get into. The entrance exams comprised a clever mix of academic knowledge, intelligence and strategy; and of course physical fitness. The aptitude of anyone who would lead the defence services of a nation needed to be inborn. One either has it or doesn’t have it, so the selection process needs to be designed that way. The Academy ensures that the right person is correctly groomed.

The passing out parades of NDA are held every 6 months. At each POP, the main salute is taken by an invited Head of State, Indian or non-Indian. Various kings and queens of European countries, presidents, prime ministers of several countries have graced the function as state guests. The CM of Assam Sarat Sinha had however come as a parent to a cadet who would be passing out that semester. A very humble person, the Dhoti Kurta, his regular attire, doubly dignified his persona.  It was moment of great pride for my parents to host, as the only Assamese expats in NDA, a serving CM of their state.

I had asked my mum if the CM had any meals at our house. They apparently had only tea and some snacks, but spent a considerable amount of time interacting with my parents. The NDA POP is a grand ceremonial event. The fastidiousness and tenaciousness which is associated to my character by folks-who-know-me-well, is probably a subconscious learning from the perfectness with which all NDA functions and especially all the POP ceremonies are held. The perfectly synced parade steps by the impeccably uniformed cadets, the music band of spotlessly uniformed army personnel- in red linen shirts and black trousers, each of perfectly coordinated length, width and colour; crisply ironed, starched turbans-moving along with the parade in perfectly coordinated steps.

The spotlessly clean parade ground, all officers and their families seated well before time and in a perfectly disciplined pattern. Snacks that were served after the parade in the stadium grounds overlooking the Officers’ mess in symmetrically pulled up khaki tarpaulin tents- each rope with every thread intact and symmetrical in length- all knotted identically,  the spotless white porcelain plates, cups and saucers, the sparkling clean stainless steel cutlery, the perfectly spaced food bowls, which were replenished discreetly so there was never shortage of food, like a five star restaurant inside tarpaulin tents. 

All this was maintained for a count of at the least minimum of a thousand persons, eating simultaneously. The families of the cadets who were passing out were invited to witness the event and everything from their accommodation to food was taken care of by the Academy.

The Chief Minister had come to witness his son’s passing out parade and since he was a serving CM, he was hosted as per the VVIP protocols. Which was why, in the brief period of the two days he was in NDA, my parents did not get the opportunity to serve him a meal. 

 

 

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