In the cantonment, the rank of your parent decides the friends circle you keep. In fact, rank dictates every aspect of life there. Even when people are off duty, walking their dogs or at the market or riding a two-wheeler, their backs stiffen and they salute when a senior passes by. This has been an irritant for me.
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In the cantonment, the rank of your parent decides the friends circle you keep. In fact, rank dictates every aspect of life there. Even when people are off duty, walking their dogs or at the market or riding a two-wheeler, their backs stiffen and they salute when a senior passes by. This has been an irritant for me. I have never understood the need to stand in a ceremony when a person of a senior rank passes by. I was told by my father that an officer of a senior rank had taken offence that a lower-rank officer had not saluted him when he had passed by late into the night. The said junior officer was taken to task for saying that he had not noticed the senior officer on that dark night. This is the ridiculousness of the class distinction. This trickles down to the wives and children too.
However, when I started college, the lack of such a ceremony was a welcome change. My college friends were fascinated with life in the cantonment and would look forward to visiting my house. There was a stiffness about them when my father was around. I did not find the same thing happening when we were invited to their homes. They walked barefoot in their homes, they had the freedom to wear any type of clothes and walk around their locality, they had more freedom to do things than we바카라 웹사이트cantonment dwellers did. 바카라 웹사이트
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