No more walking 30m to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, waking up to other peoples' alarm clocks, having to rush for toilets, drinking water 2 hours before the sun comes up, shouting when speaking will suffice, flag raising, running everywhere when I'm not wearing long pants, marching when I am, having my bath in a PSI 200 cubicle, doing push-ups in every and any attire at any time of the day, eating only halal food, hearing people sleep talk... For better of worse life in HTA has finally ended.
Reported to my division this morning for attachment and lo and behold, mr KRISHNASAMY got posted to the NPC at Little India. Wait till they find out I speak no Tamil... It's a super ulu police centre and kinda small as compared to the headquarters but most of the people there seem like nice folks although I already heard about some not so nice people there. Although that area will be a real challenge, I guess it's a place where I could be in a position to help people who genuinely need help and of course eat Indian food until I'm sick of it.
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