That’s right. We met, we partied, we parted and we had a whale of a time. It would have been even whaler had all our friends joined us. So while we had fun there was always a stray comment – “Pity so and so couldn’t be here”. There is always a next time though and it’s closer than you think. Bossman Bhushan has decreed that we assemble again, within the year, at Bangalore. No ifs – no buts. Read the rest of this entry »
Five years ago in Bangalore we did look ahead and sort of vaguely agreed that we could meet again in 2017. Actually I am so impressed I even remember! The occasion – to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of the formation of the first Marut Squadron – No 10 Sqn, formed at Jamnagar on 01 Apr 1967. Though formed at Jamnagar, the unit soon moved to Pune and so – here we are.
How about it? There are quite a few who can remember the very day itself – Air Cmde Murthy, AVM Sisodia, Groupie Minnie Menon, AVM Lamba and others like Keru, AM Ramdas, Sam Shekhar and the like who were almost there from the word go. The rest of us were also rans – but so what! Some bonds are permanent.
Keru did some research locally and there are a few hotels that have packages for Service Officers arriving on temporary duty. Right now the Sun N Sand, charges around 5800/- a night, spouses complimentary stay and breakfast. The rest chargeable at discounted rates.This is the current rate, there maybe changes by the time we meet.
So, what say? 2017 is almost upon us, are peeps interested? If so, could you please let me know either here or on email. Depending on the response we could move further on the matter and finalise details. We could plan for a 2 night stay and if convenient, organise everything at the hotel itself so that there are no hassles of planning lunches etc etc. Please specify a convenient period also, if not April, then around about the same time.
Right now we are looking at the response. Details can then follow. All suggestions welcome, all decisions rest with Punekers.
Another dear friend leaves us with memories to fall back on.. Jango, how many ever picture him without his trade mark smile?
Happily for him his passing away was in a moment, while on his walk last evening. What a wonderful way to go, what a shock for Cash, Ekta & Nitya. God give them the courage and strength to see them through this ordeal.
If ever one was feeling low, a few minutes of Jango’s company and the world seemed bright again. Everything had a brighter side and he always saw it. If you didn’t, he conjured it up for you to see.
My last memory of him is sitting with Cash & him at Jodhpur airport 2010, waiting to catch our respective flights to Delhi & Mumbai. Both flights were late. Spent an hour talking and catching up with our news. He had moved on to Air India Express but all we did was reminesce about the Air Force days and bringing each other up on our families. Thereafter we were in ‘touch’ through his bulletins he sent to all of us giving progress on various topics of interest to veterans.
With our deepest and heartfelt condolences to Cash and his two daughters.
PS: The worst thing about maintaining a blog like this, which is really just a story of days gone by, is not just the obituaries that one writes out with increasing frequency these days. Painful as that is, the worst is removing people who have been a part of our lives from the mailing list. Its heart wrenching. A final good-bye and a window of our lives closes forever.
Cyclic grew up, got kicked out from RIMC and was told to go and join NDA in Dec 66.
There were many things that I had no clue about, could not do, or did not know that I did not know, when I joined the NDA, sometime late Dec 1966. Therefore, NDA was a great learning experience.
About eight and a half seconds after I stepped into Fox Sqn, with a steel trunk on my head, I was called a ‘Joker’.
‘Joker, come here’, called Cdt AK Passi, who was a term senior, basically to show off his new found status as a non joker, and to try out his new found powers of punishment. Read the rest of this entry »
This is an Enid Blyton type of story, follies of my youth in RIMC, 1962 to 66, after which I joined the National Defence Academy (NDA) and became a mercenary of sorts.
Here it goes………. Read the rest of this entry »