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 Let me tell you a story today, IC36916 Col (TS) Erumbala Krishna Umashankar was commissioned in the Corps of Signals on 19 Mar 1977. A happy go lucky officer who like most of his colleagues in that era did not ever bother about personal documentation and barring the CC to bankers, did not look at […]

  There are rules and there are laws, but then there are people who are above these mundane restrictions. We Indoreans are a cut above the rest, after all, we boast of belonging to the cleanest city in the country for a record seven times. We carry a chip on our shoulders and make it

We have done it again! We seem to be really good at this, shameful but true we seem to excel here, RG Kar Medical College, Badlapur, Unnao, Kathua, Sandeshkhali…the list is endless. Have you ever wondered as to why do these horrifying incidents keep appearing in the news time and again? This can not be

 Tipsy, the word itself is adequate to make most faujis start salivating; for the unfortunate and uninitiated this tipsy does make us go a little crazy, not that we are sane anyways. Tipsy is not a feeling of being ‘pleasurably high’ after a sundowner, but a dessert which when served to the cadets after a

  100 grams, oh my God that was what did her in finally. I am sure most of you are aware of this weight fiasco which Vinesh Phogat, the lioness of a wrestler had to face and in the bargain end up being disqualified. Reminds me of that famous dialogue “Ek chutki sindoor ki kimat

  “Hasina Bhag Jayegi” screamed one of the headlines, the other read “Shaken Hasina”, yet another one was “Ek Hasina Thi” and there were countless memes on the social media on the 5th Aug. Isn’t it a strange coincidence that 49 years ago, it was in the month of Aug 15th 1975 to be precise,

 My heart goes out to poor Pooja, imagine the plight of this girl who braved artificially created or invented disabilities, ranging from vision to locomotor to even mental ones and then she had to suffer the ignominy of being clubbed with the backwards even. After having undergone such trials and tribulations this poor princess is

  There is an old song, “Begani shaadi mein Abdullah deewana” in a old RajKapoor film “Jis Desh Main Ganga Bahti Hai”, senior citizens would recall, others will have to google. The movie was famous for the anti-dacoity stance and the movement to get them to surrender and rehabilitate them in civil society. But this

 “Son of a gun”, ‘chickens have finally come home to roost’, this is the common refrain at the assassination bid on Donald Trump. Isn’t it ironical that ardent supporter of US Gun Laws became a victim of the very same gun, which is supposed to be meant for self defence and protection? A gun is

Monday morning 1000 hours the standard time for the Weekly Conferences and meetings in all HQs. I often wonder whether the conferences serve any purpose at all, on the contrary I think they are the bane of decision making. I am sure quite a few amongst us will wholeheartedly concur. If the boss finds it difficult