idle muse

Finally i managed to persuade my warden dat i was indeed very ill and needed to escape from the sicko place.Relieved and ecstatic off i went to meet my cousin in Dehra.Wit

so off i went to meet ma cousin in dehra.wid some struggle we managed to get leave frm his school but dats another story.

nw dehra has always been one of ma favourite places but i harbour a profound dislike for da so called elite IMA. da training dose unfortunate cadets undergo......well gives me da creeps even wen i think abt it. call dat ma feminine syd at its height....day-night,sunshine-rain,hail-snow dose poor guys endure all kinds of rigorous training(acc to me it's all imaginable kinds of torture).

loiterin around we passed some cadets undergoing der training.1 officer was hollering abt instructions fr god knows wat.1 unlucky soul happened to glance at us...n dat was da end fr him.

in da blistering cold he was asked to remove his woolens in his case just a jersey......da cold wind hit him leaving goosebumps red n blue all ova his bare flesh.we cud see him running from one side of da field to da other carrying enormous sacks filled wid god knows wat.

we fled from da place before we wud cause oder misfortunes.acc to my cousin dat builds emotional stability.....n acc to me dat makes him pervert lyk most of our soldiers are.

dis incident really set me to thinking dat do dese rigorous training n stuff supposed to build a person mentally,physically,emotionally n all oder shit manage to do so?????
i couldn't find a positive answer.
snug in ma bed at night i cud hear fire shots....i told ma cousin dat dey were toiling so hard to kill somebody....to be deliberately inhumane.

My cousin snapped back irritably dat he wud never join da army to shut ma mouth.