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After leading a sheltered life for sixteen years, Pessi, Bertie, Randy and Maachh are thrust into the world of the National Defence Academy. Weaving yarns about imaginary girlfriends, bragging about their escapades and sexual exploits, they turn from greenhorns to tough soldiers. After leading a sheltered life for sixteen years, Pessi, Bertie, Randy and Maachh are thrust into the world of the National Defence Academy. Tanushree Podder, in this tongue-in-cheek saga of youth, camaraderie and 'growing-up', skillfully reconstructs life at NDA - where boys. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Eight years in the corporate sector after her MBA, Kindle Store; ›; Kindle eBooks; ›; Literature & Fiction.


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I closed my eyes and fought my way through the black hole, emerging gasping at the other end, clothes and face blackened beyond recognition. I could have easily impersonated a warrior from the deep jungles of Africa. Satisfied by our performance, the seniors decided that it was time for allocation of rooms. Each squadron has about rooms, with common bathrooms at either end of the corridor, on each floor. The first-termers were allotted rooms on the ground floor.

A collective sigh of relief went down the line.

Now I can bathe and relax for a while, I thought. After all the muck I had loaded myself with, the idea of a bath seemed enticing. Tentatively, I peeped into the cabin allotted to me, rooms are called cabins in the Academy. It was about ten by ten feet, and had a single window with a shutter.

Above the door was a strong wire mesh about three square inches, overlooking the corridor, for ventilation. For furniture we had a bed with a mattress, a study chair and a table, an easy chair, and a chest of drawers with a mirror on top. It seemed adequate enough. I lugged my baggage to the room, glad that I had some privacy.

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Quickly, I shoved the trunk under the bed, unrolled the bedding on the bed, bolted the door, and flung myself on the bed. In an instant I fell into a state of heavy, dreamless sleep. All first-termers, report to the ground floor centre lobby immediately! It took me a while to find my bearings. I decided to ignore the announcement. I was answered by a thunderous kick that shook my door threateningly.

I sprang out of the bed, and rushed outside, finger-combing my hair to settle it into a semblance of neatness. I was late by a few seconds.

A senior was waiting in the corridor to pounce on me. He smirked ominously as I screeched to a halt beside him and stood ramrod straight, staring at a fixed point ahead.

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It was a flawless copy of a posture I had noted in one of the Hollywood war movies. It failed, however, to impress the senior. Minutes later, I made a spectacular entry front-rolling all the way to the centre lobby.

Nine first-termers stood in a line. Surreptitiously, I fingered my long locks. Your time starts now. He is mad, I thought. It would not take less than half an hour to clean my soot-black self. A flurry of arms and legs followed his announcement. We sprinted to our rooms to grab our towels, and ran towards the bathrooms at the end of the corridor.

More surprise awaited us. The bathroom had no stalls.

It was a large hall with a series of showers stuck on its tiled wall. A cadet stood totally naked under the third shower. The only thing covered was his face, under a thick lather of soap. In the buff, there was no way of identifying if he was a senior. Surprised, I stared at him. Strip, you prick! Time was running out, anyway. With my eyes closed, I peeled off my clothes, and rushed under a shower.

The first time is the toughest, as they say. A snigger from my neighbour accelerated my bath. At the last count, there were ten more nude bodies under the showers in various postures. The lukewarm water felt heavenly, and I began to enjoy myself as I washed away all the dirt, along with the fatigue.

The joy was short-lived as I remembered the two-minute deadline and raced back to my cabin, wrapped in a towel. The seniors were monitoring our moves closely.

Like the Gestapo, they paraded outside our rooms, the echo of their boots sending waves of fear through the first-termers. A kick or a knock on the door almost every second, kept us on our toes, and I emerged out of my room, after four minutes, sans watch, wallet, and handkerchief, with trailing shoelaces.

Despite my record performance, I was two minutes behind the impossible deadline. There were five first-termers already front-rolling from one end of the corridor to the other. Like huge balls of human limbs, they moved down the passageway, their roll accompanied by silent curses and muted groans.

Without a word, I joined them. One lesson I had already learnt was not to question anyone, and front-rolling was the most popular punishment meted out to the first-termers. A deluge of abuses rained from the seniors. Sadists, I thought.

One minute — as though a war had broken out. We ducked into our rooms, and struggled with the shorts, shirt, and shoes and socks, all white. The laces seemed to elude my trembling fingers, despite my best efforts. I counted to ten and breathed deeply to control my rising stress level, and tried again. Feat achieved, I ran back.

Sure enough, it was more than one minute, and we began front-rolling again. I must admit that the punishment succeeded in turning us into humble souls. Weaving yarns about imaginary girlfriends, bragging about their escapades and sexual exploits, they turn from greenhorns to tough soldiers.

United by their experience, these comrades-in-arms form a bond for life. Tanushree Podder, in this tongue-in-cheek saga of youth, camaraderie and growing-up, skillfully reconstructs life at NDA? About The Author: Eight years in the corporate sector after her MBA, Tanushree Podder decided to follow the call of her heart and quit everything to take up writing.

An author of seventeen books, with two more on the editing table, she has her hands full. Boots Belts Berets is her second novel, the first one being Nurjahan's Daughter. Get A Copy.

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Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Feb 12, Dhiraj Sharma rated it really liked it.

One of the very few books written on life of cadets at NDA. Any officer who has braved the training at any military institute be it NDA, IMA or OTA will be able to reminiscence about his own training days as cadet, days which were full of tough training and punishments. The book also brings about the camaraderie that develops within a close group of cadets who share the same hardships, fears, sorrows and joys as part of their squadron.

Excellent book, lucidly written.

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A tribute to each cadet and One of the very few books written on life of cadets at NDA. A tribute to each cadet and their esteemed ustaads instructors at NDA Khadakwasala. Aug 15, Disha Thakur rated it it was amazing. An amazingly written novel about life at the National Defence Academy set in Pune. It follows the journey of a normal, lanky teenager who aspires to be in army, a thought that comes in almost any person's mind at some point in their life.

However, he works towards his aim and moves on to train for the same. Being from a completely civil background, he has shown doubts for a few Defence terms in the start and finds himself using the same after a few terms at the Academy. This book is a complete pro An amazingly written novel about life at the National Defence Academy set in Pune.

This book is a complete proof that life in the Academy has not changed. It was the same as it will be even after fifty years.

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The title might make it seem like a serious book about army, but being a soda also I found myself falling off my chair laughing on the incidents described in the novel. From the cribbing in the first term to the king like lives in the sixth term, everything has been described in full detail.

In short, from getting down on Poona railway station to stepping on the antim pag, the whole journey has been spectacularly compiled and compressed in pages. A must read for everyone out there who has somewhat a connection to this institution. At last, a moment of silence for those who saw me reading this novel, and then asked me what NDA was.

Dec 30, Samir Dhond rated it really liked it.

I thoroughly enjoyed thibook. Tanushree has done a very good job at depicting life at NDA with some spicy stuff in there. Of course, it's melodramatic but I think that is essential for making the book like this captivating otherwise, you can land up making it read like a diary.

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All through the morning, none of us had exchanged a word, save trying a few tentative encouraging smiles. However, rugged training and severe ragging cannot keep their spirits down for long. You can remove the unavailable item s now or we'll automatically remove it at Checkout.