army life..IPPT PASS..

Haha.. army life is gettin quite fun WHy... COZ i finally passed my INDIVIDUAL PHYSICAL PROFICIENCY TEST.. after how long.. wait how long exactly.. let me see.. sec 3 sec 4 , j1 j2, saf year 1 ... almost 5 and a half years.. WOohoo... the feeling of pure overjoy and tremendous sense of accomplishment and achievement and at the same time relief... 230206.. 830am.. thats the date and time of that magical event which is one major milestone of my saf career.. now i have to do it all over again.. coz the last test was just a trial test.. i will have to do it on the official test next thus.. hope my legs will once again bounce up to the magical mark of 216 to get a pass.. come on manish.. no fear.... Just be calm and dont think too much abt it.. i am goin all out.. need to keep up trainin on my sbj.. can do it.. Oh well.. IPPt pass...Hmmm.. Wow... still in awe of my personal achievement and to put it in perspective.. when other soldiers talk abt survivin jungle life or armed warfare.. this soldier is overjoyed at passin his ippt.. Soldier or not.. Passin ippt is a big thing.. its like scoring ur first goal on the pitch.. gettin ur first mark for an exam.. or sayin ur firstever hi to a girl.. takin ur first ever independent shower... its as fun and happenin as zooming down a slope at killer speeds of whatever digits... the adrenaline rush.. Dont worry.. Time will always tell.. For now.. i am free for 2 weeks.. Go for it..

Its been a while...

Hmmm.. haven blogged for a while now.. but i guess this is a certain commitment that requires minimal time yet effort...anyway.. was just going thru other fellows blogs.. almost everyone has a unique way of writing.. i mean i tend to think that bloggin is abt expressin urself and more.. and i think almost all those blogs i have come across indeed are a testament to the above point.. oh well.. but there are just some who tend to go slang a bit.. haha..anyway.. was just wondering why.. maybe its the internet feeling... need to make my presentations readable and presentable.. oh well.. guess what.. i was readin recently on azri's blog abt his bike getting stolen.. haha.. it refreshed my vague memories of that particular time when my bike got stolen.. i was in a state of shock.. coz the maid from my neighbourin house thought the bangla guy who was circlin my area for the past half an hour was my uncle.. so thats why she did not inform us of the illegal entry into my house.. so the fellow took my bike and sped of.. when i came down.. it was gone.. so now i am hear a few years later to tell u the story of my bike and the bangla.. never put a bike in front of a bangla.. its his number one form of transport.. free and efficient.. so there.. nowadays.. i will go to lengths to ensure that my bike is never out of my sight when i have parked it somewhere while playin soccer.. coz that bangla will come back again for a second dose.. just wait...