With 18 months, through in a place, a feeling of restlessness starts to set in. True with all army households, it’s a norm which everyone follows but that’s how it is! Seasoned to wrap up everything in a snap with a smile and move on…to newer pastures and for donning newer roles. Over the years, it’s been numerous places and countless memories…and above all the mystical experience of being in different places, establishing eternal bonds , imbibing the best from diverse cultures, is beyond any form of inconvenience which may occur due to frequent postings.
Every place during the journey offers something unique which is peerless, that leaves a lingering feeling and a lifelong connect which can never be severed. The first place after marriage, a place where you picked up a hobby or the birth place of your children…the different milestones in your life, make your relationship with the place grow even more stronger.
Like it is said- “ To improve is to change;to be perfect is to change often.” Winston Churchill.
I feel every move, adds to our growth, both personally and professionally.
Old news papers, hessian cloth, wooden boxes and crates were the lifeline of all faujis in those days, when each posting was a backbreaking and laborious task. Days before the move, the tedious effort of closing everything used to start. Bringing down the wall paintings first, wrapping up the fragile curios, crockery with old newspapers, sealing them in original packings, then maintaining an inventory of items and labeling the black boxes was an intrinsic and arduous chore which every lady of the house knew but for the husbands, who on the pretext of being busy had their way out. A few concerned husbands rendered cooperation by explicitly taking care of their bar, chic collection of glasses and related accessories and nothing more could be expected out of them. However now-a-days, with the emergence of packers and movers the problems and agony have reduced multi-folds.
I remember, in younger days during the academic years of our children, there were other requirements more predominant than just a change of station and environment. It was the ambiguity…”whether the new place will have good schools or is it going to be a field posting,” wherein moving into separated family houses will be the only option. Whatever it was, the whole ordeal has been exciting. Now, when circumstances have changed and is all about just being together, the uneasiness still persists. So, after reckoning the aforesaid stint…grasping anxiety about the inevitable cannot be averted. It puts me on tenterhooks once again…to prepare, wind up and face the impending situation.
Not long back (enough to count it a full span), when we were heading to the present location, the enthusiasm was infinite, as we were directed to the same place again after more than two decades, when we were parents to our twin toddlers.
The beautiful milieu bestowed with the mountain ranges in the fringe, seasonal waterways, greenery all around, blessings of the divine Trikuta from close proximity…make Udhampur extremely special. Though over the years this town too has transformed as a result of urbanization but the novelty of the modest surroundings are still intact which blend well with the allure of the cantonment. The charm of this place and the memories of those two years we lived here…when our children learnt to talk and walk, a period of personal fulfillment, makes it more cherished.
P-4/2- Officer’s Enclave where we once lived…the address to a happy trip down the memory lane… younger in service and with finite means, happy we were in our own world…a period well minted in our hearts and mind. The two phases are very different and so are the requirements- time and tide both have changed but both stages being eminent in their own ways which have reinforced the connection with this beautiful place even more stronger. Though what lies ahead is unpredictable but living in the present and enjoying it, is the essence of the life we lead. So let’s remind ourselves that there are other fascinating places too…where we are destined to go and make beautiful memories.
Being wedded in army has been interesting and exciting. From a young girl who probably hadn’t been to too many places before marriage to someone who has travelled far and wide…from the time when keeping the count of places on the map seemed difficult, to now, literally trying to keep a count of the number of places and number of schools our children went to…the entire quest, now seems rewarding.