It was about a fortnight ago. A quiet morning it was, when MJ drew up this quiz on a piece of paper. It was a simple quiz for M and me. Engaging it was, that I quizzed T and MJ2 over the weekend. Here goes:
1. Divide the first quadrant (with a small black square) into 2 equal parts.
2. Divide the second quadrant (also with a black square) into 3 equal parts.
3. Divide the third quadrant (same here) into 4 equal parts.
4. Lastly, divide the fourth quadrant (no black) into 5 equal parts.
I strolled through the premises of SAFTI after my ROD FFI. The red-bricked buildings remain unweathered even after more than a decade of existence. The funny thing about buildings is that even though they are inanimate, They have the power to evoke our memories associated with them. This was the place I lived and breathed as a cadet, after all. I recalled our first turn-out during the Tri-Service term. Hours after arriving at our barracks, we received a surprise turn-out. Everyone fell-in, and there was one man short. We ended up repeating the entire turn-out process four times, in double-quick time. Apparently a lone cadet in an obscure bunk slept soundly through the entire turnout. M eventually became my best buddy, and the father of my godson. I recall too, my chin-up sessions with KK, as we tried to beat each other. I was Alpha-best, and he was Bravo-best, during BMT. The friendly competition extended to OCS, and then, for a decade more. But no more. Then there were the SOCs, route marches; the blood, the sweat and the tears. Of men loved and taught and commanded and inspired and connected. I stood for a moment at the Warriors Hall. I saw dark clouds gather; it was going to rain. I closed my eyes and saw the passing of a decade. I continued walking, and wonder,ed If I would ever walk this way again.