Lessons I learned from my Army career

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...