The First Cycle of Attempts

Hello everyone, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls—let’s move forward in this journey and dive into the first cycle of attempts.

We’ve all heard that life comes in circles. For me, it really felt like that. The whole thing started again. Final year of college. People around me were busy with placements, companies, packages… and then there was me. Preparing for an exam that has taken everything from me, drained me, yet somehow made me into the person I am today.

Sometimes I sit and think—what would my life have been like if I hadn’t chosen this? If I had just taken the easy road, sat for placements, maybe earned a good package, and settled. Perhaps life would’ve been smooth. But no, I chose this. And yes, people will argue that every job is difficult in its own way, and I agree. But for me, this feels harder. Demanding. Relentless.

So I made a decision. My first attempt would be the serious one. I would give it everything. I joined a well-known coaching institute, decided placements weren’t for me, and cut myself off from distractions. Even my friends. They would call, ask me to come out, and spend some time with them. I made excuses. Sat back at home. Told myself—this is the sacrifice.

At first, it worked. The first few mocks showed progress. I started believing maybe I can do this. Then I got an internship at MeitY, Delhi. And that’s where my old enemy came back—laziness. Procrastination. I started skipping classes, blaming internet issues. One class missed, then another, and soon the pile of backlogs was staring right at me.

This blog is not about glorifying success or crying over failures. It’s about the gray areas. The in-betweens.

I went to Shimla, thinking a change of place would help. Packed my books, told myself I’d cover everything there. I did study… a little. But the gap remained. Came back to college, thought my friends would push me back to track. For a few days, I went to the library, 3–4 days max, then again stopped.

Then came AFCAT, 23rd August 2024. Prepped for it in bits and pieces. But honestly, I wasn’t fully ready. I had panic attacks, random breakdowns, and anxiety at its peak. Felt demotivated. But again, friends pulled me through. I gave the paper—attempted 58 out of 100. Not perfect, but at least something. Result awaited.

Just when I thought I’d focus on CDS, life had other plans. 26th August—a call from my NCC unit. ATC camp. No choice. Packed up and left. Ten days at camp drained every ounce of energy. Day after day filled with activities, no time for CDS prep. Camp ended 4on th September, and the very next day, I was lying in bed with a high fever. Couldn’t even sit straight. For five days, fever pinned me down. Only on 10th September did I start to feel human again.

And now here we are. CDS. 14th September 2025. The attempt I had waited for four years. The big one. The moment I thought I would prove myself. And here I sit, at 0412 hrs, 12th September 2025, wide awake, unable to sleep. Thoughts crashing over me—I’ve wasted it. I’ve wasted my golden chance.

This attempt of CDS is gone. My friends and close ones keep telling me to study hard and give it my all, but somewhere inside I can already see the result of this attempt written in front of me. It hurts to admit it, but that’s the truth running through my head right now.

It’s like an ocean inside my head. I don’t know how to shut it off. Everyone else is living, laughing, enjoying. And me? Struggling. Failing. Breaking. Have you ever felt that? If yes, maybe you’re like me.

People will say, “Don’t overthink. Focus on the next one.” And I agree, that’s the right thing to say. But let’s be real—overthinking doesn’t stop with advice. The brain doesn’t just switch off.

Still… I know it won’t always stay this way. Things can’t get worse from here. Results will come. Maybe SSC Navy (Tech), maybe ICGCAT’27 exam on 18th September, maybe AFCAT. Something will click. Kuch na kuch toh acha hoga hi.

For now, this is where I stand. Broken a little, confused a lot, but still moving. This blog isn’t to inspire—it’s just to speak what I feel in this journey, but I can’t always say out loud.

See you at the next one.

My Journey to the All India Vayu Sainik Camp

Joining the Air NCC was the beginning of a new chapter in my life—a challenge that promised discipline, growth, and the chance to prove myself on a national stage. I had always heard stories about the prestigious All India Vayu Sainik Camp (AIVSC), but back then, it felt like a distant dream. Little did I know, my own path would lead me right into the heart of it.

The first two years in NCC went by relatively smoothly. Those years weren’t just about drills and classes—they were about personal growth. I learnt the real essence of camaraderie, unity, and discipline. Waking up at 0430 hrs every Sunday, ensuring I was never late for NCC classes, pushing through tough physical training sessions (ragda as we fondly call it), and constantly shaping myself into a better version of me—these became a way of life.

By the second year (2024), things got serious. That’s when we were introduced to AIVSC, a national-level camp filled with opportunities for Air Wing cadets. But making it to Bangalore, where the camp was to be held, was no easy task. The selection process was rigorous, involving three rounds of local selection camps (PVSCs). To secure a place, we had to excel in every area—academics (Aircraft SOP and specialized subjects), firing, aeromodelling, tent pitching, line area, and much more.

I don’t want to dive into the nitty-gritty of each selection test—what matters is that I gave it my all. As the dates for the first camp approached, I was determined to prove, not to others, but to myself, that I had it in me. My confidence, however, wasn’t at its peak. After my setback at SSB Bhopal, I was still battling a sense of self-doubt.

And then came a twist of fate. Just two days before the camp, I decided to indulge in one last game of my favorite sport—basketball. In a friendly match with beginners, I ended up with a broken left wrist. The doctor said it was a muscle strain that could turn into a fracture and might even require surgery. But I was stubborn—I refused to back out. I went to the camp anyway.

That 10-day camp played a crucial role in shaping the course ahead. With my injured wrist, I was automatically excluded from firing, tent pitching, and drill. At first, it felt like a huge loss. But strangely, it turned into an advantage. I got extra time to study, I was excused from ragda and strenuous physical exercises, and I could focus on sharpening my theoretical knowledge. The camp ended on 31st August 2024, with me securing the 4th rank. It was far below my expectations, but my only target remained clear—to reach AIVSC and win the Best Pilot Trophy, a dream my seniors had pursued but never achieved.

The second camp, however, tested me differently. This time, I was shackled by high fever throughout. My days were mostly spent sleeping, waking up only to attend exams and eat meals. But it was in this camp that I truly experienced the bond of NCC. My seniors and super-seniors personally took me to medical supervisors and hospitals for tests and checkups. My fellow cadets made sure I had my meals, checked up on me regularly, and never let me feel alone. That care and camaraderie became one of the most valuable takeaways from the camp.

Despite being unwell, I still managed to perform well academically, and from this camp onward, I consistently held the position of the Directorate Topper—a source of pride and motivation that kept me going. The camp concluded on 12th September 2024, and I returned to my hostel, both exhausted and humbled.

By 15th September, the third camp had begun. This was the launching ground for AIVSC-24. During this camp, the top eight performers, including me, were often called into the Camp Commandant’s cabin. He would test our knowledge on SOPs and specialized subjects, share his invaluable insights as a pilot, and push us to think beyond books. Meanwhile, my college mid-semester exams collided with camp days. Balancing both was a struggle, as I had to travel back and forth, giving exams without any real preparation. But somehow, I managed.

Finally, the moment arrived. We made it to Jalahalli (Bangalore) for the All India Vayu Sainik Camp 2024. The atmosphere was electric—cadets from 15 different directorates had gathered, each determined to prove themselves in flying, academics, and various competitions.

The very first day, we faced the flying test. For me, it didn’t go very well, and that shook my confidence. As the days went by, cadets’ names kept appearing on the list for further flying tests (a crucial step towards the Best Pilot Trophy). My name was nowhere. The tension consumed me, and there were moments when I broke down, believing I had failed.

Then, on a completely random day, my name finally appeared. Heart racing, I went for the test. We were asked flying-related checks, quick decision-making questions, and had to think on our toes while in the air. I managed to answer everything correctly, and for a moment, hope surged again. But fate had other plans. Despite our efforts, we couldn’t secure the Best Pilot Trophy, and overall, our directorate ended up at the 10th position.

The 10 days at AIVSC were packed with challenges, competitions, and learning experiences. Though I won’t go into every detail (as it would make this blog very long), what I can say is this—those 10 days gave me memories I’ll cherish forever. I got to interact with officers up to the rank of Lieutenant General, exchanged knowledge and experiences with cadets from across the country, and most importantly, made friendships that will last a lifetime.

Now, here I am, entering my final year of college. The cycle of attempts begins again, and the journey is far from over. AIVSC was not just a camp—it was a milestone. It taught me resilience, perseverance, and the ability to rise after every fall.

But for now, I’ll pause here. The story doesn’t end—it only waits for the next chapter.

One Year Later – My NCC Journey Begins

Hello everyone! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls—I hope all of you are doing great.

So today marks exactly one year since my first SSB. As I shared in my last blog, I was almost shattered when the conference results were announced. But that very day, I made myself a promise—

Within the next four years, I will transform myself, build the qualities of an officer, and never face the same rejection again.

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The NCC Decision

I was lucky to have made some amazing seniors who guided me about joining NCC. But a big doubt lingered—Will it be worth it? Will I even make it through the selection?

SSB had given me experiences, but also left behind self-doubt. One night at around 01:00 hrs, I had a two-hour conversation with a very close friend and senior. By the end of it, all my fears, insecurities, and questions were gone. I had made up my mind: whatever happens, I am going to join NCC.

And honestly, any remaining doubts were quickly cleared by my NCC friends.

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Recruitment Days

By September, recruitment started for different wings across colleges. One day I came to know that the Air Wing recruitment was happening the very next morning at a college around 14 km from KIIT.

So, without wasting a second, I grabbed two friends, took an auto, and reached on time. Around 35–40 candidates had reported. Seniors took our details, made us wait a few hours, and then told us we’d be giving a written test that same day.

The paper had 50 questions on current affairs, defence, history, and geography. Honestly, I was nervous because we didn’t know how many seats were available. But there was this one senior who believed in me more than I believed in myself—and I didn’t want to let that faith down.

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Physicals & Drill

Day two began early. We reported at 07:20 hrs and jumped straight into warmups. Since we hadn’t eaten breakfast, I felt dizzy at first, but then came the main task—an 800–1200m run in 3–4 minutes. I gathered myself, had a sip of water, and gave it my all. Managed to finish within the time.

After document verification, we were tested on basic drill movements. Tough, but manageable.

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The Interview

Day three was the big one—the interview. Seniors hinted that my written and physicals had gone well, so my confidence was up.

The panel had two IAF officers and the ANO of the college. They asked the basics—introduction, why NCC, and even the classic “country first or family?” type of question. The vibe was supportive, and I came out smiling.

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Results & A New Beginning

Two days later, out of nowhere, the results were announced in the evening. I scanned the list nervously and there it was—my name.

That moment? Pure happiness. For some, this may seem small. But for me, it was everything—it felt like the kickstart to my defence journey.

I’ve seen failures: from not clearing NDA written to getting conference-out in SSB. But I’ve also seen myself rise again. And I promise you this—

This is the point where the downfall ends. From here, it’s only growth, dedication, and chasing the uniform.

I don’t know what challenges life has in store. But one thing is certain—I’ll keep giving my best, everywhere, every time.

The journey has just begun. Let’s walk it together.

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By –
Saksham

My First SSB: 33 SSB Bhopal

So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, let’s dive straight into my SSB journey. By the end of this blog, you’ll know whether I got screened out or whether I got recommended.

Day 0 – Arrival at Bhopal

On the 24th of October 2022, I boarded a flight to Bhopal. It was Diwali night, and the whole of India, including Bhopal, was covered in lights. The excitement of the festival, mixed with the nervousness of what awaited me, made it unforgettable.

I booked a place to stay, had my dinner, and prepared myself mentally for the next morning. We had been asked to report at 05:00 hrs on 25th October in front of the Bhopal Military Station gate.

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Day 1 – Screening In

By 06:00 hrs, a bus picked us up and took us through the glorious gates of SSB Bhopal. We left our luggage in a common room, rushed to have breakfast, and got our documents verified—all within a matter of minutes.

Soon, chest numbers were allotted. That’s when reality hit me: 253 candidates had reported.

The process began with two OIR (Officer Intelligence Rating) tests, basically logical and verbal reasoning questions. Next came the PPDT (Picture Perception and Description Test)—a picture flashed for 15 seconds, and we had to write a story in 3 minutes.

Nervous yet excited, I did my best. After that, we were divided into groups of 10 for the group discussion round. All three assessors—the IO (Interviewing Officer), GTO (Group Testing Officer), and Psychologist—sat in the room.

The discussion quickly turned into a fish market. Still, I, along with two other candidates, tried to calm things down, gave meaningful points, and requested others to speak one by one. I felt the assessors noticed this.

After lunch, the results were announced. Chest numbers were called out in random order. Two from my group were already in, so I had almost lost hope. And then I heard it:

“Chest number 141 – Saksham Mahajan.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. The IO repeated it, and I stepped forward, confirmed my details, and was given a new chest number – 20. Out of 253, only 34 were screened in.

My happiness knew no bounds. I immediately informed my parents and friends—I wasn’t going home that day. After more document verification till 19:30 hrs, we had dinner and called it a day.

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Day 2 – Psychology Tests

We woke up at 04:00 hrs, had breakfast, and were assembled for a group photograph. By 06:45 hrs, the psychology tests began.

Time pressure was immense. These tests really bring out your true character. By 11:00 hrs, the session ended. Some were called for interviews, while the rest of us were free.

Here’s the funny part: around 16:00 hrs, an announcement was made—“No one is allowed to stay back in the dorm. Go and play a sport.”

I grabbed a basketball, and soon a heated match began between TES candidates and Navy candidates. During one rebound, I was pushed to the ground, scraping my knees and elbows. The doctor gave me painkillers, but the timing couldn’t have been worse—my GTO tasks were the next day, and my knees weren’t even folding properly.

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Day 3 & 4 – GTO & Interview

The next two days were for GTO tasks. We woke up early, had breakfast, and rushed to the GTO ground. The officer briefed us about the tasks, and then the real action began. Despite the bruises, I gave my best.

Day 3 was also my Interview day. Wearing my neatly pressed formals, I waited nervously for my turn. Sitting outside the IO’s office for almost 40 minutes felt like an eternity.

When I finally walked in, my nerves settled a bit—the IO was a very polite officer. We had a long conversation, and I feel I did fairly well.

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Day 5 – Conference & Results

Then came the final day—the Conference. This is where it’s decided: recommendation or rejection.

For the first time, we saw all the officers in full uniform, with their medals and ranks shining. Each candidate was called in one by one. Inside, we were asked about our stay, suggestions, and a few personal questions.

At 15:00 hrs, the results were announced. Out of 253 candidates on Day 1, only 34 had been screened in, and out of them, just 5 were recommended (4 repeaters and 1 fresher).

As chest numbers were being announced, my heart kept hoping. But mine never came.

I was conference out.

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The Aftermath

At that moment, I was shattered. It felt like all my dreams, all my efforts, had collapsed in a single blow. But that’s the life of a defense aspirant. It takes resilience, sacrifice, and an unbreakable spirit.

Even though I wasn’t recommended, the SSB experience at Bhopal taught me lessons for life. I made new friends, understood my weak points, and gained insights I’ll carry forward forever.

This was just my first step in the long journey towards the uniform. And trust me, the fire inside only grew stronger.

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By –
Saksham Mahajan

Plan B: From Boards to My First SSB Call

After losing all my NDA attempts, I was left with more motivation and determination than before. It was time to execute Plan B.

Class 12th boards were approaching fast. I was trying hard to concentrate, solving as many questions as I could, hoping to avoid last-minute problems. My school decided to take a final pre-board exam to test our readiness. I did fairly well in Physics and Mathematics, but Chemistry—well, that was still my weak link.

The hustle continued until finally, the boards arrived and were done with. For a moment, I felt lighter, but then all those sleepless nights, discussions with seniors, and sessions with retired officers came flooding back into my head. I requested my father to let me enroll in a crash course for JEE Mains.

The idea was simple: appear in JEE, secure a decent percentile, and ensure admission into a good college. That way, even if NDA didn’t work out, I’d still have other entries like TES or 10+2 B.Tech Navy open.

The first day at coaching, everything went over my head. The teachers were more focused on NEET aspirants and students who were already ahead in the syllabus. Honestly, I felt like giving up and taking a drop. But dropping a year was never an option for me.

So, with dedication and hard work, I started preparing for my first JEE attempt—just 13 days away. I picked up resources like HC Verma and CENGAGE, solving as many problems as possible.

The big day arrived. I gave the exam with all I had. Two weeks later, the results came—53 percentile. The lowest in my coaching.

I was also giving private college exams like BITSAT, VITEEE, SRMJEE, and KIITEE side by side. Meanwhile, in coaching, things went downhill. The teachers stopped showing up after the results because of some unknown clash with the management. With the second JEE attempt around the corner, I had to somehow prepare on my own.

This time, I secured 59 percentile. Not great by any means. Many people would call it another failure. But for me, it was still an improvement, however small.

Leaving JEE aside, I finally got admission into KIIT University, Bhubaneshwar (Odisha). Life started moving again. Then came the Durga Puja break—and with it, the much-awaited notifications for TES and Navy 10+2 B.Tech Entry.

I immediately filled the forms and prayed for a chance. And then, one fine day, while casually scrolling through my Gmail inbox, I saw it—an email from joinindiannavy.gov.in. My heart skipped a beat.

I had been shortlisted for SSB at 33 SSB, Bhopal, scheduled for 25th October 2022.

My happiness knew no bounds. Finally, a chance to prove myself.

Preparation began in full swing. With the help of a known mentor (let’s call him Mr. X), I started working on my psychology tests. During the day, I wrote SRTs, TATs, and stories on random pictures, sending them to him over WhatsApp. In the evenings, I prepared short speeches on geopolitical issues and national interest topics. He, being an SSB aspirant himself, gave me feedback every night.

It was boring at times, but I knew it was important. Meanwhile, with my father’s help, I also got in touch with a retired officer. Through him, I was guided by one of his coursemates—currently serving as an Interviewing Officer at an SSB. That insight gave me confidence.

From the very beginning, I knew my biggest challenge would be GTO (Group Testing). But with college going on, proper SSB coaching wasn’t possible.

As the SSB date drew closer, I was filled with excitement and nervousness at the same time. Questions kept haunting me:

👉 Will I make it?
👉 Or will I have to wait 4 more years for another chance?

These questions would be answered soon enough.

For now, all I can say is—the journey is just getting started. And maybe, many of you reading this will relate to my struggles, my failures, and my small victories.

Let’s find out what lies ahead—together.

See you in the next one.
Bye.
Jai Hind 🇮🇳

NDA Attempts- A step towards the uniform

As soon as I entered Class 12th, I felt like I was one step closer to my dream. The moment I had been waiting for was finally here.

I had started preparing for NDA back in Class 11th, but with school exams going on, I couldn’t give it the attention it needed. Still, I thought—why not just give NDA (I) 2021? Not to clear it, but to get the feel of the exam, understand the pattern, and figure out the important chapters.

So, I went to the examination hall with a free mind and came out with one clear realization—my Mathematics was weak and needed a lot of practice. Around the same time, I saw my seniors clearing their written exams and preparing for their SSBs. Their advice was tempting: “Just focus on NCERTs.” So, I started doing that, while also preparing a bit for SSBs side by side, like most aspirants do.

Then came the twist—NDA (II) 2021 got postponed. That delay made me procrastinate. And when the date finally approached, things got messier. CBSE announced Term-1 exams in the first week of December, while NDA (II) was scheduled for 14th November. To prepare us, the school decided to conduct pre-boards. Naturally, my NDA preparation—especially Mathematics—suffered.

The exam day arrived. After attempting the Maths paper, I knew deep inside—I hadn’t done enough. My only hope was that my GAT performance would balance it out. I prayed hard. But when the results came out on 22nd December, it was no surprise—I hadn’t made it.

Yet, instead of breaking me, it gave me more determination. I knew my weak areas. And I also knew—it was going to be my last attempt at NDA. So, as a backup, I decided to give JEE Mains, hoping to get into a good college and later try for entries like TES or 10+2 B.Tech Navy.

But school work came crashing down harder—assignments, projects, practicals with external evaluators—it all ate up my time. Before I realized, it was already 15th March. Notifications of NDA subject marathons started popping up on my phone, and suddenly it hit me—I didn’t have much time left.

That very night, I asked my parents to enroll me in a crash course. Luckily, the academy I joined had mentors who were themselves defense aspirants and cadets who couldn’t continue due to medical issues. From the next day, I was at it. Solving questions from Pathfinder (Complete Guide to NDA/NA) and Mathematics for NDA by R.S. Aggarwal, asking endless doubts to my mentor—Harshveer Mand (AIR 57 NDA). For the first time, I started feeling confident.

The day of my last NDA attempt came. Maths began at 10:00 hrs sharp. By the time I walked out of the hall at 12:30 hrs, I was filled with hope. For once, I truly believed—maybe this time I’ll make it.

Every single day after that, I prayed to God. “Just give me a chance to go to SSB. Let me prove myself there.”

Finally, the results came. And guess what? I couldn’t make it again. This time, it wasn’t Maths—it was GAT that pulled me down.

That day broke me. I still remember going for dinner that night—completely numb. After forcing myself to study for upcoming boards, I lay down in bed and the tears wouldn’t stop. I cursed myself for not focusing at the right time, for messing up when it mattered most. The next morning, my eyes were swollen red from crying.

But then again—I reminded myself. An officer never gives up, do they?

So, it was time to switch to Plan B. What’s going to happen? Will I still make it to an academy? I don’t know yet. I guess time will tell.

Till then, see you in the next one.

BYE.
JAI HIND. 🇮🇳

What's the right time for preparation ?

 "Some goals are so worthy that it is glorious even to fail."

Capt. Manoj Kumar Pandey (PVC Posthumous)

The NDA Entrance Examination is known as one of the toughest in our country. With a selection rate dropping to just 1–2%, it is no less than a battle of perseverance. More than 6 lakh candidates appear for the exam in April and September every year, but only around 400 finally make it through the entire process.

The selection is divided into three stages:

1. Written Examination

2. SSB Interview

3. Medical Examination

A candidate who clears all three steps earns the right to live a life that many dream of, but very few actually achieve.

Naturally, with lakhs of aspirants, the competition is extremely high. Which brings us to the question every NDA aspirant asks:

👉 What is the right time to start preparation?
👉 Is coaching necessary to crack NDA?

From what I have understood so far, the best time to begin is in Class 10th itself. Many questions in the exam are directly from the Class 10th syllabus, especially Science and Mathematics. If your concepts at that level are strong, you will not face much difficulty in higher classes or while preparing seriously later on.

As for coaching, it is not compulsory at all. There are many who clear the exam through self-study alone. But if you feel you need guidance, do not hesitate. No one knows your requirements better than you and your parents. A minimum of 3–4 months of consistent, disciplined study is usually enough to crack the written exam—provided you are regular and sincere.

Coming to the SSB Interview, if required, you may go for a short 1–2 week guidance course. But more important than coaching is developing your Officer Like Qualities (OLQs). In particular:

• Clear communication skills

• Confidence in lecturettes and group discussions

• The ability to express yourself effectively in English

These are skills you build over time, not overnight.

Throughout preparation, there will be days when you feel low, anxious, or demotivated. That is natural. But always remember—those who give up halfway are not meant to be recommended anyway. The NDA journey demands self-motivation, consistency, and unshakable faith in yourself.

Stay strong. Stay consistent. Your dream is worth every struggle.

Jai Hind 

Decision to join the Indian Armed Forces

 Decision to join the Indian Armed Forces.

By-Saksham 

I am a civilian, born and brought up in a middle-class family. My father is a businessman, and my mother is a homemaker. I am currently studying in Class 12th at Aadhunik Public School, Sidhbari, Dharamshala.

Like most parents from civilian backgrounds, mine also wanted me to go for career opportunities like engineering or medical. But the best part? They never imposed their dreams on me. They gave me the freedom to choose my own path.

So, when and why did I decide to join the armed forces?

The seed of this dream was sown very early in my life—when I was just 5 to 7 years old. I used to watch a lot of movies based on wars and the Indian Armed Forces. They left a deep impression on me. On top of that, I had a book—an NDA Entrance Guide that belonged to my late uncle. I would read it often, and strangely enough, I loved solving the questions in it, even at that young age.

My late grandfather, too, was very keen on my joining Sainik or Military Schools. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, but his wish and his words stayed with me.

As I grew older, this desire turned into conviction. The idea of living a life that is less ordinary, full of challenges, discipline, and adventure—along with the most important part, serving my motherland, Bharat Mata—convinced me that this was not just a career, but the life I wanted.

I first told my parents about this dream in Class 9th. And I will always remain grateful to them—because without a second thought, they accepted my wish, trusted my vision, and supported me wholeheartedly.

After completing Class 10th, they enrolled me in an online course to help me prepare for the NDA examination. I am still studying from that very course today, and with full confidence, I can say—I will clear this exam and join the prestigious institute at all costs.

This is not just a dream. This is my purpose. And I will achieve it.

Jai Hind! 🇮🇳