Tales from internship
**This piece was written for the 2014 edition of DHANVANTARI,the annual magazine of AFMC,Pune.... So,in case you'd prefer to read it there,please logout and go needle the Xinarians,(ie,the X2 batch of AFMC) for a copy** ---------------x--------------------x-------------------x---------------------x---------------- Walking down the road to the Masjid gate,I was beaming and so were my parents..and why not??..Our batch had just had its POP and like scores of proud parents, my parents were happy too..and what better feeling as a son to see your parents smile knowing that you are the reason. I was escorting them to the Masjid gate where their vehicle was parked. Engaged in happy banter, I hadn’t seen it coming. “Jai Hind Saab”. A middle-aged sepoy had struck his DMS boot on the ground and let out a salute coupled with a smile. My parents had an expression of surprise and to be honest, I remember turning around to see if there was an Officer behind me. Wh