Thread by @brigtejinder

#Joy
Styrofoam Cup
Musings
1.Having seen umpteen number of Springs and Autumns in my life,I some convinced that it is not the person who is important,it is his position in the society and his rank in the hierarchy
Life & positions are not constant.They Oscillate like sine curve.2

2. As an NCC cadet, I used to attend weekly parades and annual camps. The drill instr-
-uctors were harsh and strict with us and many a times punished us for our misdemeanour and lazy movements in drill. At the end we were given refreshments and tea in styrofoam cups.3..

3.Things improved a little in training academy. As Gentlemen Cadets,we were treated sternly by instructing staff,but tea was served in glasses during breaks.We wore suit and necktie and started getting recognition in civilsociety when we were on our-pass, made girlfriends too.4..

4. On D-say , when we passed-out as Lieutenants, the same Ustads/ instructors saluted us and tea was served in ceramic cups and saucers. Parents who thought us a bunch of ruffians and good for nothing fellas,also became appreciative of us and flaunted us to friends & neighbours.5

On joining the units and Regiments we were treated respectfully by our juniors and tactfully by seniors. Things improved with passage of time as we grew in ranks and stature and our chest was loaded with medals 🏅 🥇.

6. The crescendo arrived when we received a letter from Authorities to declare us as retired. Overnight we became veterans. The same old process of standing in queues restarted and tea served in the same cups which were used to as NCC cadets. Time had traveled full circle.