A Bridge To Cross
While I was being introduced to what was SSB in preparation for the selection by a relative of mine who was a Major he asked me what all games I played. Not wanting to count and list it out to him, I gave a short answer, “almost all”. “Do you play Bridge?” he asked me. I was stumped. I had no clue what it was. He had succeeded in putting me in my place. He showed me a bridge to cross. Four of us as youngsters within five years of service were in a battalion in Rajouri, a field area, in 1972. There is a custom in our Officers’ Mess. The senior most, generally the CO, goes to the dining hall first and others follow, mostly seniority wise. Till then everybody sits around in the ante-room, where all report before the CO (note the reverse), having a couple of drinks and chit-chatting. In this particular Mess, the CO and a couple of seniors used to play Bridge. We youngsters were not given to drinking as them and so soon got tired of the delay due to their Bridging. To go to di