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Embracing Uncertainty



            Reflections on Growing Up in the CRPF Family



            The Illusion of Control:

            Everyone has a story to tell. It is these stories that truly run   Vivaswan Nawani
            our world. They possess the power to bring people                S/O Ballabh Chandra Sharma
                                                                             DIG Trg. Dte., CRPF
            together, connect with people through a shared
            experience, inspire change, and immortalize a memory.

            I, too, have a story to tell.
                                                            lives. Life on a CRPF campus is also a unique experience.
                                                            From the lens of a ward of a CRPF personnel, imagine
            Forged by Uncertainty:                          having a group of children brought together by mere fate,
                                                            by a stroke of pen on their parent’s transfer document, and
            Growing up, I studied in nine schools and constantly   that too for a few years at max. Based on my experience, a
            traveled from one part of the country to another every 2-3   strong sense of solidarity and community exists within the
            years. I was born in NCR and have lived in places like J&K,   extended CRPF family. We relate to one another more
            Chhattisgarh, Gadchiroli (Maharashtra), Khonsa (Arunachal   deeply and form connections more quickly. Holi parties at
            Pradesh), Punjab, and many other known or lesser-known   our CRPF camps, with everyone dancing to the ‘Brazil’
            towns in India. Even after all these years, l cherish the   song in the pool, are memories every CRPF brat can relate
            memories I have made in these places.           to. Then there’s Bada Khaana, the communal feast where
                                                            CRPF personnel and their families gather to share a meal,
            I still remember the Nocte and Wancho tribe’s song I   or the Republic Day Parades and Civic Action Programs
            learned in Khonsa; I can read and write in Gurumukhi   we’ve witnessed, where the CRPF supports local
            thanks to the 2 years I spent in Jalandhar. It was In
            Gadchoroli that I learned Marathi and developed a taste
            for Puran Poli. A part of me belongs to all these places,
            and they have made me who I am today.


            It was not always easy; I made new friends everywhere I
            went, but I had to leave them behind at the time of my
            father’s transfer. In some schools, I fit right in, while in
            others, it took more effort. Learning everything about my
            surroundings from scratch was challenging, especially as a
            kid still figuring out who I was. This gave me the skill to
            adapt to my surroundings and be resilient. It made me
            comfortable with initiating conversations with strangers
            and building a connection with them. It also enhanced my
            interpersonal skills; I think this is one reason why I enjoy
            public speaking and addressing large groups of people.


            I am sure it was always easier for me than for my parents.
            My mother, in particular, stood as a pillar of strength,
            managing our home and adapting to each new place as
            my father dedicated himself to serving the nation. It is
            these uncertain times that bring a family together and give
            us the strength to face any challenges that lie ahead in our
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