Lessons I learned from my Army career

  Growing Up in HEC, Ranchi – A Childhood Blessed with Simplicity and Joy Some memories never fade. They remain etched in the heart, becoming even more precious with the passage of time. My childhood in the Heavy Engineering Corporation (HEC) township at Ranchi is one such treasure that I often revisit with nostalgia. My father worked in the Heavy Engineering Corporation—initially at the Foundry Forge Plant (FFP) and later at the Heavy Machine Tools Plant (HMTP). We lived in Officers' Quarter E-157, Sector II, a spacious three-bedroom house that was more than just a residence—it was a world in itself. The house had a large front lawn and an even bigger kitchen garden in the rear courtyard. There was a garage that housed our sky-blue Ambassador car, registration number BRV 2652 —a number I still remember after all these years. Adjacent to the garage was a poultry pen where we kept nearly twenty hens, ensuring a regular supply of fresh eggs. Our kitchen garden was the pride of the ne...

 The General Who Shaped a Young Officer , A Soldier’s Lesson in Leadership A decorated paratrooper and Maha Vir Chakra awardee, Maj Gen Kulwant Singh Pannu,MVC led 23 Infantry Division in Dipatoli (Ranchi) with soldierly instincts and a leadership style that left a lasting imprint on a young officer at the start of his career. Some commanders lead formations; a rare few quietly shape the officers who serve under them. By Col Guljit Singh Chadha (Retd) When I reported to my first unit in 23 Infantry Division at Dipatoli, Ranchi, in late November 1984, the city was still recovering from the disturbances due to riots that had shaken it weeks earlier. For many residents of Ranchi, the sight of soldiers from the Cockerel Division moving through the city had become a reassuring reminder that the Army stood ready to restore order in uncertain times. Fresh from the Young Officers’ course at the EME School in Baroda, I arrived as a newly commissioned officer eager to learn the craft of sold...

  Faith is not just a religious sentiment; it's the invisible anchor that holds us steady through the storms of life. In moments when logic fails, when plans fall apart, and when the path ahead is uncertain, it is faith in the Almighty that becomes our compass. It is that quiet voice that says, “Hold on. This too shall pass.” Faith: A Quiet Force Unlike fear or doubt, faith often speaks in a whisper. It doesn’t demand proof , it simply trusts the process. Faith isn’t about having all the answers; it’s about believing even when we don’t. It is what steadies our trembling hearts when life throws us into the unknown. When Life Changed Forever On 23rd October 2010, my world turned upside down. My elder son, Arjun, met with a high-velocity road accident. The spinal injury he sustained rendered him paraplegic from the waist down. As a father, it was devastating. But I clung to my faith , convinced that he would bounce back, that the Almighty would carry us through. We began ...

As a young cadet at the Officers Training Academy (OTA) in Chennai, I had little idea that one of the most enduring lessons of leadership would be taught to me not in a classroom, but on the Academy’s sun-scorched drill square. It was the run-up to our Passing Out Parade in March 1984,a time of immense pride, pressure, and preparation. The entire course was undergoing rigorous training and numerous rehearsals to perfect our drill. One such day was the Adjutant’s Rehearsal , overseen by Maj Dutta , a firm yet fair officer known for his high standards. Mounted on his horse, he watched us with a hawk’s eye as we went through the drill movements. Despite our best efforts, Maj Dutta was clearly unimpressed. His booming voice echoed across the ground as he admonished us for poor coordination and less-than-perfect turnout. We were made to do front rolls on the hard parade ground , a punishment we accepted without a word, though our morale had taken a hit. The very next day was the Command...

  A Bullet Over the Gorge: Innovation, Duty, and Brotherhood in North Sikkim By Col Guljit Singh Chadha (Retd) A few days ago, I happened to visit the Panjab University campus in Chandigarh, a place where academia meets memories, and where time seems to walk a little slower. As I strolled through its tree-lined lanes, soaking in the familiar charm, a distinct sound caught my ear. The unmistakable deep thump of a Royal Enfield. A young student passed me slowly on his “Geri route,” steady and proud astride his Bullet. As he rode by, he offered a polite nod and a smile, nothing dramatic, just a moment shared between strangers. But in that fleeting second, something inside me stirred. That sound, that image, it didn’t just echo down the university lane… it echoed back nearly three decades, to the frozen, silent stretches of North Sikkim in the mid-1990s. It transported me to a moment when that same thump wasn’t about style or swagger, it was about survival, solidarity, and se...

  By Col Guljit Singh Chadha, Veteran Former OC, 214 Field Workshop, North Sikkim, Former Registrar Panjab University Nestled in the rugged terrain of Sikkim lies not just a strategic military zone but also a region steeped in mystery, faith, and folklore. During my tenure in the Eastern Himalayas as Officer Commanding of 214 Field Workshop and Divisional Troops Workshop at Gangtok from 1997 to 1999, I heard a poignant anecdote that predated my posting—one that continues to echo through the mountains and among the troops stationed there. The General’s Final Visit In 1993, Lt Gen Jameel Mahmood, then the General Officer Commanding-in-Chief (GOC-in-C) Eastern Command, embarked on an official visit to the Sikkim sector. Tradition held that all visiting senior officers paid obeisance at the revered Baba Harbhajan Singh Shrine near Nathula Pass—a soldier saint believed to still serve the Indian Army after death. But time was pressing. The General reportedly declined the customary...