4MP. GIRLS BITALLION

This was the most exciting trip I ever had …as the name suggests you can very well make out what I am talking about–yes ---NCC(National Cadet Corpse)..I was in my 9^th standard –and it was my first yr in NCC and my first trekking expedition that too out of Madhya Pradesh boundaries …..

The day I came to know of it –was very happy but had my own doubts about my parents..allowing me –as I was so much accident prone –like to share one of them –( climbed up my loft in my bedroom to check out some stuff n when I thought of coming down –could not figure out…. so sat there waiting for help(it was 2pm)---yes…and my dad came from his office at 4 pm—after making 4-5 attempts on the door bell n calling me –he came near my room window –and I was thrilled –as help arrived –but again it struck me that I have locked myself in my house n that too me ...on the loft ---yelled at my dad –what to do –how on earth I will come down –he told me to hang n keep my right foot on the door while supporting my weight and what not –I simply said forget it –and jumped rite form my loft to my bed –and very second heard a crackling sound –little late to realize--- the bed was broken from 2 ends ---and I was glad that I was safe and sound –rest is history what happened to me…

Back to my story –the day came when I had to say goodbye to my parents –for a month …my dad was very weary since morning -..as his accident prone daughter was going away for home ….with all my bags …. we reached station we were 15 of us…What a chaos –it was more of concerned parents –giving last minute rerun on details to their respective ward…finally the time came to say goodbye …there was this friend of mine who started to cry as if she was going for good ..her dad too became emotional and next thing I saw my dad consoling him… he turned around and suddenly see a long strip of Chutki..( a flavoured form of panparag---which was ban for me ) my dad said.....u can have it …with a smile and wasting not a second ..Grabbed it and said thanks to him …my start of journey with wave off on my ban product…..what a start ?.I was happy…

Our journey was from Bhopal –Delhi---Chandigarh---Kullumanali—which was our base camp. not getting to the finer details of our journey—with back pains and the never ending curves we finally reached our base camp—we had a roll call and then found our state camp… at last got my corner in my tent –we had 3 tents ---I was the Sergeant of my Bitallion…..was resting when was asked to report to the commanding officer –for the rules and regulations …that took good enough of 2 hrs standing –was envying the rest of my friends as they were sleeping …anyways came back briefed them up…..retired for the day..

Next day morning –being on higher altitude it was bone chilling –some how got up with the commotion –as the reporting time was 6 am and at 5:45 I got up –rest everybody was sleeping –because it was my duty to wake them up—gosh it was bad –told them to get up –but they didn’t.. then it was like man handling them –kicking, shouting ,pulling the blankets …finally we were running for morning chores –well just to brief u –there is no toilets like home –its all in open and the loo are barricaded with cloth …and the pot is actually a deep trench …..And for washing we had this small stream...it was crowded –

I noticed that nobody is going on the other side of the stream –which had a small foot bridge. I laughed n said –all blind people… smartly walked the other side with another friend of mine and started to brush …and next thing I heard a loud shout –all the heads turned …and could sense there was some trouble …the commanding officer was looking straight in to my eyes –with anger – “how dare you ..” and the rest I couldn’t hear as I was deaf by her hoarse voice –before we could say anything –we got our detentions –had to take our respective riffles and lift it in the air and jog the entire ground –for 10 rounds ---man it was bad –I was cursing myself ….and felt bad for my friend –anyways some how managed ….by that time breakfast was through –and we didn’t get any thing to eat …without food –we start out first lap of 20 kms walk—ya... u heard me correctly –I also asked some 4 -5 times –oh my god ---it was turning out to be a nightmare for me –first early morning riffle parade ,,then walk of 20 kms ---mum was the word which was coming across my mind …..

The food which was given to us was yuk..even the streets dog wont ea t it …on our way through the apple yards …we were bit tempted ….. some of my friend did pluck –n have them …finally we reached our second base camp---it was evening time –too tired even to talk ---we use to get dinner by 6:30 –7pm—post 7.30 pm only water was available –I skipped my dinner ..because of fatigue …suddenly heard someone shaking me –thought ghost ..then saw my friend desperately asking me for my mug—(mug—to carry water—to wash off ones bum) u wont tread it for your life also ..its the most important thing …she took it –and then heard a huge shout outside my tent early in the morning – had to get out to see the commanding officer ---in rage –I had no clue –half in sleep—he said who was shitting all through the night ..? I said—“no one” except dog –then he said ---“here ,take this…he handed a shovel to me –” pointed his finger –and I did not like the site of it –its was shit –real human shit –somebody did it –there has to be an explanation –I was zapped --I refused –and then the next was I am shouting and yelling who is the culprit –

Then lamely one of the girl stood up and said its me –nobody came along with her to the loo as we were not suppose to go alone –I said, fine but why our tent u moron …u could have gone little further n mess up somewhere else …..got all cleaned up –gave her the medicine and we had a day off …enjoyed –next day we trekked to Solang ….the place is beautiful—but did what we r good at –as it was our last day of trekking –we decided to take all our revenge –on our commanding officer ---

We took what all courage we had and in the middle of the night …went to her tent

Threw blankets on her n then just hit her left and right –and ran –n felt contended ---

Next day morning was a mixed feeling –as the commanding officer was trying to figure out whom to blame ---and we were just enjoying the view .Last day is full of melancholy as we wont see each other in near future ….may be only if we chance upon…….last but not the leas t – had my share of fun too with all those adventure….