Let me start with an unforgettable event which myself, Agha Umar Farooq and another civilian who must be settled somewhere and enjoying his life enjoyed decades ago. When the three of us went for the ISSB of 53rd PMA Long Course, we weren't lucky to have been selected. with face pulled down we reached Rawalpindi in the evening and were about to [art ways for our homes, when Farooq, trying to cheer up the rest of us and himself too, suggested to stay back in Pindi for the night and "celebrate" our failure so that when we go back, we don't make our parents morose as well. So we lodged ourselves in one "Madina Hotel" somewhere in Haathi Chowk area of Rawalpindi. Then we had food and went to Sangeet cinema and watched "The Burglars", which was then one of the very in movies in time. We returned, slept over and parted in the morning feeling fresh and less sad as the day before. I tried to find the hotel thereafter one day but I was told that they have packed up.
Now whenever myself and Farooq meet, we cherish the memory of that day, which injected a new vigour in us to apply afresh to get selected in 55th PMA Long Course. Jalal HB

13 May 1975 and 6 September 2008 are two most unforgettable moments of my life - The former transformed me from a young civilian to an army officer and the latter sent me back to the flooded population of some 165 million as an old man. It seems to have happened in just a twinkle of an eye and these 33 years just vanished like a feather in the strong wind. What lays ahead, I am not certain, but what I went through would be a treasure for me for the rest of my life - the sweet nostalgic memories will never fade and will keep me alive and fresh till I fade away in the dust storm myself someday.....

Sometimes small gestures under peculiar circumstances look very tall and one always cherish those memories. When I had just returned from my foreign staff course at Iran and was attached with the Command and Staff College for presenting the detailed report, a number of our course mates were there as DSs. Once Tariq Khan invited me to his office on tea and A - Z Shahid Qadir invited on a sumptuous dinner. But the best unveiled late at night when I called Tariq Sher and told him I was around and free. And his reply was that he was coming to the mess right at that moment. True to his words, I Suzuki car pulled up in front of the mess and there emerged the mighty lion, clad in shalwar kameez and "Hawai Chappals". And he just told be to hurriedly get into the car lest someone sees his DS in that very informal attire. He then drove me to the city and we had chicken tikka from a Takka Tak shop, beside lot of gossips and laughter. He then dropped me back and drove off like a thunder bolt - now after all these years, I still remember TS's very candid and hearty company and hospitality. Something I would always cherish. God bless you, TS.