Gypsy at Large

It is not the classic of the travelogues. But it owes its genesis to our very own modern day memory keeper – Facebook that keeps reminding one about how we spent our bygone years. It was a few days earlier that Facebook brought back the memories of one of the very few experiences when my hair were standing on their ends – at the Indian Military Academy’s Passing out Parade. I have had the good fortune of attending the Passing out Parade at the National Defence Academy as well twice. But this one scene from the whole passing out parade that made my heart race and I could feel the adrenaline rush. The Gentlemen Cadets were given the weight of the hopes and faith that the 1.2 billion strong nation reposed in them, in the form of the stars on their shoulders.  After the parents of these few good men (or shall I say boys as most of them just came out of their teens) did the piping in ceremony; the newly commissioned officers moved to the grounds of this sprawling academ