I stepped into my 17th year in 1967. I joined the NDA in Khadakwasla, Pune, leaving my village, Gorur, in Karnataka’s Hassan district, after graduating from a Kannada medium school. Swimming and splashing in the village river with abandon in the mornings, then school in the midst of paddy fields, waiting for the bell at the end of the school day to dash out to play games like marbles and gilli-danda on the street—a kaleidoscope of images come flooding back. From that carefree life, I found myself suddenly thrown into a world of strict regimentation, drills, parade grounds, physical training, gyms, weapons training, swimming pools, horse-riding schools, dining in an officers mess with cutlery, napkins, in dinner suits amidst a magnificent residential complex.