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Students who get good grades without studying? HAHAHA!Do you believe people are born knowing algebra, US history, writing composition, and the periodic table of elements?Let me tell you something about kids who “get good grades without studying”, I was one! Or at least I was perceived to be one.In high school, I skipped classes, did extracurriculars like football and theater, chatted with my friends during lessons, and I was on the honor roll. In college and university I dedicated most of my time to going to live shows, hanging out at a local pub, and parties.For most of my life people have asked me how I am able to get through my courses without studying. I tell them all the same thing, “that is impossible”.Personally, I have always wondered how so many people are always under-prepared. Most courses have a syllabus, you literally know the date of the final and all the material that will be covered on the first day of class.And I think that is where I and other “students who don’t study” are able to outperform those who “study all the time”. Preparation.When I was 3–6 years old I used to watch PBS. There were shows like Sesame Street and Barney the Dinosaur which were fine for me, but the show I loved the most was Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? I loved the game show format, the theme song, and I loved to see different things about the world. I didn’t know it then, but I was becoming a geography expert.In middle school, on the first day of class, the history teacher gave each student a blank map of the United States and asked us to fill in each state we know, and capitals for bonus points. Well, I filled in all 50 states no problem, and got about 40 capitals + Washington D.C. The next day the teacher asked to see me after class. She told me that her map activity was meant to be a measure for students to see how much they would improve over the year, and she would give out the same assignments again periodically throughout the year. She couldn’t discuss the other kids scores, but told me I was the only person to get all 50 states.I didn’t know it at the time, but I had been studying for that test pretty much my whole life.In high school I was put into Honors English because I tested high in reading and writing. I enjoyed reading and writing, and loved sharing my ideas with the class. I never thought about it as studying, I just like reading books and talking about them.I always struggled with math, since elementary school, until I started college, because I didn’t understand it conceptually. It was the one subject I had to sit down and study hard to pass classes. I cried over math, and getting math homework triggered a Pavlovian response that made me tense.Once I reached college, I was taking some math classes to fulfill my basic requirements, and I was struggling. It was at this time I made friends with a group of other students. A few of them were majoring in math, and I was absolutely confounded by this. I asked how anybody could want to study math exclusively, and they said they couldn’t imagine studying anything else. We talked about math theory and applications, and different mathematicians throughout history, and their theorems. And through their eyes I started to appreciate the subject. Almost overnight my grades improved, because I suddenly saw the purpose, the destination of higher math, which could only be achieved on the fundamentals I was learning.In university, I studied political science. It was 2011, and the world was still feeling the effects of G.W. Bush’s presidency. I was very curious about the process of global politics, and how we got into the climate we were in (which still exists today). I read books like the Prince and the Art of War in my free time. Well the exams for my courses were pretty basic, in my opinion, it was just a matter of understanding the government systems of countries like Russia, Germany, Norway, Mexico, and Japan. Some of my classmates wanted to make a study group for the midterm exam, and I joined in for a bit of review. That was the first time that I realized what cramming was. It was as if my fellow classmates were seeing the material for the first time. Had they not been to the same lectures as me? Did they not take notes? They did, but it was as if they had forgotten.Now I understand that although we all did the same amount of work, the courses came easier for me because I had always been preparing for them. I may not have been actively researching the topic, but over the course of my life I had learned interesting things that were relevant, and stored them away.I’m not special, I am not a genius (I know geniuses, and I’m nowhere close to their level), I don’t even know my IQ. But I know I was mostly able to coast by my classes because they were topics I was interested in outside of the classroom.So students who do well “without studying” actually have been studying for years, they are prepared for the topic that is presented, and are only learning small bits of new information, whereas those who don’t do well approach the topic as a colossus task, and need to learn virtually everything before the test or assignment due date.

There is a cliche saying that the college doesn’t matter, the student does. It stands right in some cases; and invalid in others. Let us look at what this means.If you want to pursue further studies, whether, in India or abroad, your college will not matter. Every BA certificate will have DU printed on it and not the name of the college. Your results and percentage will help you get a seat for your Master’s degree.The course material, syllabus, recommended books, and faculty do not make or mar a college. The real difference lies in the standard of the students. You can surround yourself with the best crowd and be one of them, or you may be the only beacon of promising hope for your teachers among the indifferent group. That is up to you.If you plan to go for a management course, you would need to score in CAT or GMAT. For accounting courses, your CA or ICWA entrance score will be necessary. Most of the premier institutes have their entrance tests, which you need to clear.If you plan to move into the job field after your BA, you have choices of banks, financial institutes, stock exchange, Indian administrative services, agricultural companies, manufacturing firms, and analysis and research firms.Government administrative services, banks, and other financial organizations will need you to compete at recruitment exams to get the job. An essential cut-off percentage of the graduation result is usually all that makes you eligible. Again your college will not matter.Your college will make a difference if you are looking for placements through the college placement cell or the DU central placement cell. ‘Average’ colleges may not be able to assist you with proper arrangements, and the primary cell may give preference to reputed colleges. But, they cannot overlook you if your result stands out. So, we come back to the same thing – your performance, and that’s the only thing that will matter.

Dear Saumya and friends, today I will try to bring together the experiences of young IAS probationers in Academy. I am giving my remarks on their experiences. I will keep on updating as and when new ideas come or I find something worthwhile. Later on I will also give my views and summary.For the syllabus of training courses and exams you can consult the websites and more particularly these linksTHE INDIAN ADMINISTRATIVE SERVICES (PROBATIONERS' FINAL EXAMINATION) REGULATIONSlbsnaa.gov.inReport of the Syllabus Review CommitteePage on indiatimes.comI am reproducing experiences of others as I have already written about my recollections. Refer to following linkHow does life feel in the IAS Academy, Mussorie?I must admit what I remember are the pleasant and fond souvenirs of a youth, I was less than 25. After so many seasons having passed what remains are the memories, nostalgia, feeling of a certain loss of a golden period. So pardon me if my account is lopsided and biased in a direction.But this two years of training is too long a period. (GoI is planning to shorten it). Even best things loose their charms ,they become dull and monotonous with the passage of time. Well to be frank with you in the second year, we all wait impatiently for our postings as SDM.I will be reproducing the experiences of younger friends for several reasons. I want my answer to be relevant for you. I also wish to see whether the training has evolved or it remains same. If there is a gross departure from my experience or that of my colleagues I will mark it out.Life of an IAS Officer at Mussorie at Time ofTraining. Prabjot Singh IAS Rank 16 DoB 20-02-1986, B.TECH in Electronics and Communications ...When I was preparing for services,whenever I used to meet somesuccessful candidate, I become curiousas to how and what kind of training dothey get after clearing the exam.Today, I am gonna write about it so that youget an idea of life post clearing theexam.My result came (If I remember exactly) on 06th May 2010 and my roll no. was 018114. Ok, let me tel u an interestingstory. The day I was expecting result, i was sitting on internet in my lab in ISRO. Suddenly UPSC site became heavy and it was clear that result has 400 Bad Request heart beat was maximum and I remember I hate to use to ctrl+F button to find/search but there was no alternative. As soon as I entered my roll no. my rank mentioned was 16. I could not realize it and checked again and same result. I firstly thanked Waheguru G for the result. I closed the window and opened it again, same result and then even I shut down the PC and checked it again. You can imagine the kind of anxiety and then I asked my fellow scientist to recheck. I took a print out and went to meet my boss, ascientist 'SG' level officer. There was a meeting going on, but that was the level of happiness, that I went straight into his room, my shirt was out and I was having no words, there were tears in my eyes. I told him the result and suddenly all my lab was enjoying my success. We had a small party at my home there. Next morning, when I woke up I thought I had a wishful dream, I immediately checked my pant pocket and yes, the printout taken was there which has the result my 16th rank. So,that's about the day when Waheguru G changed my life.Now coming to training, I joined my Foundation course (FC) at mussoorie on 30th August Page on 2010.in FC there are IAS,IFS, IPS (except those who didnt join in order to improve their rank) and IFS (Indian Forest Service). The biggest challenge that remains till today is reaching Mussoorie from Dehradun as Iam blessed by Lord to have motion sickness in mountains. Suddenly after reaching in Mussoorie, the day starts at around 5.15 am and morning PT at polo ground which is located around1.5 km downhills. Then after coming back to room ( which we share with other service guys) we get ready for class rooms. The class begins at sharp 9 am and goes on till 5 pm with 1 hourlunch break and 1/2 hour tea break.Mostly people sleep in the class. I was habitual sleeper too. Sometimes, the speaker even wont mind. In the evening we go to play games (badminton (my fav game)). The biggest positive thing in FC is it provides an opportunity to meet so many people from all around the country. The friends made in FC standsforever. FC is also filled with too many activites viz there is India day where all OTs (officer trainees) show there respective culture, fair, plays, village visit for around 10 days, mountaintreks (on weekends local treks in Mussoorie and 10 day long trek in mountains of Uttrakhand, u can imagine my situation during the bus journey for those 10 days) etc. FC ends in December. Then comes the Bharat Dharshan of IAS, the best part of theservice. In that we are divided into groups. Fortunately, the itinery of my group was very good. We travelled from LoC in Kashmir ( Tithwal village, Kishamganga/ neelam river etc.),Jharkhand (Chaibasa), Odisha( puri, bhuvneshvar etc.), Banglore, Hyderabad, Vishakhapatnam, Tirupati,Chennai, Andamans and Nicobar,Kolkata, N. Delhi etc.Then starts the phase 1 of training from Jan end to mid june. Phase 1 is very monotonous and boring, because its very lengthy and class room study is very high in content.My Remarks: I agree to large extent. Yet some do sleep or doze while there are others KTP Keen Type Probationers who would remain awake and pose lots of questions.There is another young friend who complains aboutToo many IAS officers, not enough space at Mussoorie institutethis happens during the foundation course when there are officers from other services also in the academy.You can also see the videos(Videos) Life at LBSNAA - MussoorieExperiences of RandeepLife and times at the Mussoorie AcademyIt’s quite a challenging task to pen down in just a few lines, what seems to be a million memories to cherish. The period of probation, especially the stay at the Academy, is often referred to as a ‘honeymoon’ phase. Leaving aside the corroboration of the above statement to ‘experienced’ persons, I would nonetheless vouch for the fact that it is an experience to savour for times to come.I still vividly remember the early morning mist and chill when I stepped off the train at the Dehradun station with a feeling of having ‘arrived’ in more ways than one. I was looking forward to training at the famed LBSNAA. Though the drive up the Queen of Hills was scenic, the entry wasn’t too romantic. Chaotic traffic at the Mall road meant that it took forty minutes to just cover about half a km to reach the Academy. The gate was the first letdown. It was as big as any other gate that one had seen, with an even smaller board. Having trained at the Police Academy at Hyderabad earlier I expected a king-size gate to welcome me here. Months later when I asked the Director of the academy if the gate could be made to look bigger or even better, his answer was that the size of the gate could never determine the quality of officer trainees or the training imparted. He went on to add that the Academy being named after Lal Bahadur Shastri, embodies his simplicity. Looking back now I don’t reflect on how big the gate or the campus was. But I do know that the stay at the academy has shaped each one of us who had trained here in more ways than one. I would say the intangibles that one has gained during training at the academy will far outweigh the tangible benefits.The process of ‘baptisation’ into the civil service begins from the minute one sets foot in the academy. The initial few days takes a lot of getting used to. Whether it is sharing a room with a stranger, whether it is huffing and puffing all the way up to the Officer’s Mess from Ganga hostel, rising up at ungodly hours for P.T in the biting chill or the sudden downpour just when one was enjoying the day’s warmth, one has to mentally prepare oneself for life at the Academy.The foundation course though is an experience of a lifetime. Four hundred odd persons from different regions, cultures and educational backgrounds, who found their names on the rank-list had all been thrown together to train for three months. It’s a period when prejudices break, unknown fears melt away and we notice ourselves losing some of our inhibitions. Whether it is the ten day long trek in the Himalayas, village visits to the remotest villages in India, innumerable cultural shows at Sampoornanand auditorium, dancing away into the night at the Officer’s Lounge, sports events at the famed Polo Grounds or the much awaited India Day, the primary objective of Espirit De Corps amongst probationers is met satisfactorily. And in a few cases it also helped probationers pick their life-mates. At the cultural shows one got to see ‘southies’ doing the Bhangra and ‘northies’ indulging themselves in Kolaata or Naga dance. The North-South divide which is famously talked about in every FC batch was probably conspicuous by its absence in our batch.However the end of FC also brings with it a pall of gloom. All the other services’ probationers leave for their respective academies and we are left with only our service mates. Most of my friends being across services, I now found myself saying Hi to people I had hardly noticed or interacted with during FC. But just as the famous saying goes that one ending is the start of a new beginning, the journey in the IAS had just begun for me. Two months of Bharat Darshan with ten other new faces and suddenly I had seen more of India than I had ever seen before or would probably ever see again. Add to that the bonding and sharing that one experienced during our innumerable sojourns. Though I must confess as the group leader I had one helluva task in managing the ‘motley crew’ and tried my best to cover up for the absence of a couple of probationers here and there during call on(s).Back at the academy, we were welcomed back and told the long story of who we were and what we stood for (blah...blah...). Honestly it didn’t make much sense to me but I did realise that each one of us stepping out of the academy after our training would have onerous responsibilities on our shoulders. Our batch as such was truly an empowered woman batch. Quite a handful of lady officers were within the top twenty ranks, with the top two ranks going to them too. Of course most of us watched gleefully at the undeclared wars between many to climb up the civil list ladder with a few competing male KTPs also thrown in here and there. For the non-interested types (called ITPs or Invisible Type Probationers) though, the academy was more like a side posting which they were more than glad to wait out before they actually went out for the kill in their respective cadres. I truly hope and wish they are enjoying themselves in the field now and hope the academy invites them to hear their perspective on training.Being a day scholar all my life, I was looking forward to what hostel life could offer. The academy had taken a decision to put us in shared accommodation. Months later during our Phase-II, amidst sniggers, the course director had to defend the decision of shared rooms and argue that it was not the reason for CBMs not materialising within the batch. That aside, sharing rooms as I had noticed in FC came with its own share of problems but I must give credit to my roommate for having put up with me for more than three months. My room-mate being an early-sleeper, many a night when it got late, I had to tip-toe back into my room hoping not to wake him. My efforts though always went in vain. The room itself was strategically placed and offered a scenic view to the play-ground below and the horizon ahead. Many an evening, despite ferocious monkeys threatening to tear me apart, I have enjoyed the evening chai, lazing on the grass outside watching the Sun set. My neighbour was not so lucky though with monkey attacks and in this one particular hilarious incident which has become folklore in our batch he had to give up the chase behind a monkey which was running away with his undergarments!The food at the Mess during our times was nothing much to talk about and most of our waistlines were getting smaller. Of course Mr. Rana, the ubiquitous P.T instructor took all the credit. The early morning whistle broke many a sweet dream and it used to take some effort to throw off the blanket and come down in the biting cold for the morning exercises. One of the probationers who had had enough, through a self confessed letter to the Course Director on his absence at P.T, accepted that he had lost the battle between ‘waking up’ and ‘sleeping more’ in favour of the latter!Coming to the topic of sleeping during lectures, it is something that some of us have mastered over the months without ever getting caught. The auditorium had been aptly named ‘Sampoornanand’. Some probationers have even earned the sobriquet of ‘serial sleepers’ and one has to stop and wonder how they still wake up at the end of the lecture and ask pertinent questions. 'Yours truly’ is also guilty of dozing off on a couple of occasions for which I squarely hold the speaker of the session responsible. My neighbour had caught this unceremonious act on his mobile cam and it became quite a rage when it was passed around the classroom.It’s not been long since I have moved out of the Academy but I do miss the protective environment which the academy provided. One often reminisces the wonderful times spent with batch mates, faculty, staff of LBSNAA and the people of Mussoorie. ‘Life and times at LBSNAA’ would probably take a lifetime to recount. But sufficing to say that here is an institution that has given me a sense of common identity, shared values and a feeling of belongingness to the Service as a whole and am sure that it would be shaping many more minds and giving the country many more able hands to run the wheels of governance smoothly in the years to come and help us stand by our motto – Yoga Karmasu Kaushalam.Posted by Randeep at 10:13 PMAgain Suhas writesROAD TO MUSSOORIESATURDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2007http://...The FoundationWhen Manveer knocks the door and utters, ‘Chai Sir’, I know its 5AM and I tell myself that the day has begun. I had always thought that getting up at 5AM would be one of the most difficult things to do. Now I believe what I had thought previously is not important but what I have to do certainly is. The physical training with all the exercises really sets the day by bending and tuning all parts of the body, jogging around picturesque Mussoorie is a treat in itself. When we Break-the-fast, we really break it heavy!The Foundation course which I am attending currently spans for nearly 3 months and brings together IAS, IPS, IRS, and other central civil services. It is a platform to develop rapport among future administrators. This is for me,ia currently a phase of transition, from the congested traffic of Bangalore to tranquility of Mussoorie, from Silicon Valley to Himalayan valley.Classes start at 9AM and goes on till 4-30PM. We are taught Public Administration, Economics, Law, Management, and other basics of administration by very eminent personalities who come from different parts of the country.‘Activity’ is the buzzword here. I always wanted to try my hand at different sports. Well, here I have been trying quite a few.. Badminton, Tennis, Squash, Billiards, etc. Movies also form a part of our life with screenings in the auditorium.I had watched ‘Rock Climbing’ in ESPN. Now it was time to try it out. After climbing nearly 150feet vertically with barely anything to stand and hold upon along the vertical, it really gives tremendous satisfaction and confidence. The River rafting and para-sailing experience is equally fulfilling. Experience of adventure sports is one that I will cherish for long time.When you conquer FEAR,Confidence becomes very DEAR.One of the best parts of the training was our trekking expedition in the Himalayas. We started off with Govindghat-ghangria stretch which is 15km uphill(On foot of course), and then climbed up 6km to Hemkund shrine(At 13,000 feet), which is a pilgrimage site for Sikhs. Then we headed to Mana, which is 4kms away from Badrinath and which is the last civilian village in Indian territory. We had tea at ‘Last Tea stall of Indian border’ and then started 15km uphill trek towards Gastoli. This route contains no human civilization and as we move up the oxygen levels dip, The only companion along is the mighty Himalayan mountains that made us feel that life is more than what we think it is. It was a humbling experience that would make anyone realize that Men many come and Men may go, the great Himalayas go on for ever. (Enough of philosophical lecture, I suppose). After we reached Gastoli at 15,000 feet, amidst cold winds and barren mountains, it was a chilling and thrilling experience. We played cricket match at 15,000feet(world’s highest cricket ground is it?). This will stand ‘very tall’ in my memory. After climbing down we visited Badrinath temple, Auli( which has longest/highest ropeway in Asia and also a skeeing paradise), Tehri dam, etc. The journey in narrow roads besides the Ganga, along RudraPrayag, DevaPrayag, KarnaPrayag, etc. is stupendous. ( I am running out of adjectives, please help me!). If you want me to put everything in one phrase, I would say it was ‘Experiencing life and its limits’ .After the trek, equally fulfilling experience was a ‘ Village visit’ program, where we visited a remote village of ‘Nainagir’ in Madhya Pradesh( Shivpuri district) for nearly a week. We were shaken by the ignorance of people, amount of backwardness of villagers. We visited every house trying to learn and address their problems of poverty, unemployment, etc.. I also tried understanding the mid-day meal scheme that works in government schools, where every child gets a meal worth Rs.2/- every afternoon. I did realize that, for every toffee I and you buy, we could buy a meal to a child!There is an India, where entrepreneurship, number of billionaires, CEO’s are growing. Shopping malls, designer clothes, etc. have become the order of the day. There is an India, where umpteen number of poor( more than 25,00,00,000) are looking at the sky praying for the rain gods to save their crops, deprived of primary health care, education, etc. There is an India which is sending satellite to moon, There is an India which is yet to give light to thousands of its villages. My complaint is not about the people who are already in the ‘ship of progress’, but about the size and inclusiveness of that progress ship which should also carry our rural, ignorant countrymen who are currently left out.During the village visit, I tried my little bit by telling the villagers about their rights, government schemes, etc. After I told a small gathering about RTI act, an elderly person stood up to thank me. At that time, I thanked my ‘job/service’ for providing me an opportunity to be of some help to fellow human beings.Activity, one after another was the hallmark of our Foundation course. As our Foundation Course is coming to an end, I know its only ‘The beginning’. The beginning of understanding and being a part of governance of this country.Suhas L Y( The views written in this article are entirely mine)I will also recommend these linksRoad to Mussooriebabus of indiaThe other darker side of training Many years ago or Once upon a dark time. When light had gone out of our nation for a thousand year.My Remarks These extreme things did not happen in our times and I am sure do not happen any-more. In my times there was no bar, nor was there anyone staying behind Charlesville. This account may be true lies or an exaggeration it might be true to an extent. Remember this period represents early 60s. Not in good taste but there was still a very strong hangover of British. You can imagine the situation even after 16 years of independence. Difficult to even think or imagine what the ICS officers must have done. We can only wonder ! What brazenness and how criminal? No doubt we are in such a mess even today. I have always held that our government is predatory and its evolution into welfare, caring and nurturing system is still a work in progress.Recollections of Mahesh Chandra DewedyChoose Your Time and Placeby Mahesh Chandra Dewedy http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Writers&WriterID=0http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Writers&WriterID=0&CategoryID=54"I don’t mean that you should become Brahmcharis (celibates), but choose your time and place.’’ thus culminated the valedictory address of the Director, National Academy Of Administration, Mussoorie delivered to the probationers of the Foundational Course of 1963 batch.Although this Academy is a training Academy for I.A.S. officers, but it also organizes a common Foundational Course for officers of all services selected through the civil services competitive examination. As I was selected in the I.P.S. in 1963, I had also attended this course and was listening to the Director's valedictory sermon with rapt attention.The course syllabus was eminently designed to familiarize us with the Indian social, economic, administrative and political scene as well as to make us sensitive to the aspirations, needs and sufferings of the masses; but, since the academy was administered exclusively by I.A.S. officers, the ambience of the academy was Indian Administrator Sahib (boss) - like. Therefore we, the probationers, had been learning more of the Sahibi-way of living than the problems of the masses. The Director's parting remark had tickled our young hearts in no small measure, while it had summarized the unwritten but real objective of the course in one sentence.On 11th July 1963 it was a cloudy evening when I had arrived at the gate of the imposing Charleville, which housed the National Academy of Administration. As I hailed from a village, my rustic conscience was quite surprised as well as amused to see that the only shop at the gate of I.A.S. training academy was a liquor shop. Later I learnt that this 'Madhushala' (bar) had been established there to help I.A.S. probationers learn the all-important art of drinking without the inconvenience of going to Kulri market.The administrators of the academy (all I.A.S. officers) made no bones about their love for Bacchus and whenever the occasion arose they did not fail to encourage the probationers to learn this Sahibi-habit. One day a Bihari probationer was buying a bottle of Black Knight when a deputy director happened to enter the shop. As the Bihari probationer started concealing his bottle from the gaze of the deputy director, the deputy director reassuringly told him, "Oh! Come on. I am also going to have one."To the credit of these trainers I must admit that they never differed in their words and deeds and always showed large-heartedness so far as their teaching of choosing appropriate time and place – instead of becoming Brahmcharis – was concerned.One evening four I.A.S. officers got a bindas (uninhibited) lady probationer of Indian Railway Accounts Service drunk in a room of Kutesar Castle and then made her condition so pathetic that for about a month she could sit only on a pillow in the classroom. The matter had become the talk of the academy but the administrators, in their concern for the career of the young I.A.S. officers, initiated no action against those probationers, and considered it sufficient to advise them, "Choose bearable number."One year earlier, an I.A.S. probationer had criminally assaulted a minor daughter of a poor man living on the hill-slope behind Charleville Hotel. The then Director, with stated intent of saving the girl's honor, had hushed up the matter after advising the probationer, "Choose proper age."The academy's untiring efforts to inculcate ' right ' attitude among future rulers (i.e., I. A. S. officers) towards other services are no less 'praiseworthy'. I was allotted room no.8 in Stapleton Hostel and one Bagchi, an officer of Indian Audit and Accounts Service, was my roommate. Since the building of Stapleton hostel was old and its maintenance was poor, rooms of this hostel were allotted only to officers of services other than the I.A.S.After two months of our joining, Bagchi got 'elevated' to the I.A.S., because some candidate selected in I.A.S had not joined. Bagchi was immediately allotted a room in the Happy Valley, which was the best among the various hostels. Later one day, when he had come to meet me, he confided, "Mahesh! You know what they ( the I.A.S. administrators) tell the I.A.S. probationers privately? You are there to rule while all others are to serve."This difference between the ruler and the servant became clearer to me when I joined the Central Police Training College, Mt. Abu after completing the Foundational Course. Here the body-breaking training schedule commenced at 6 A.M. and continued till 6 P.M. and even at dinner our conduct remained under watch. Moreover, not only consumption of liquor in the police mess was prohibited but also any light talk about girls was a taboo.However, full realization of the ruler-status of the I.A.S. dawned on me only during my police career later. Here I found that every department and corporation of the Government is under the thumb of some I.A.S. officer either directly, or through secretariat, or both. The Indian Administrative Service is a permanent and all pervasive ruler and all other services are subservient to it. Moreover, the I.A.S. officers are accountable to none excepting themselves – as they say that the king can do no wrong.However, I do not want to miss the opportunity of expressing my gratitude towards the National Academy of Administration, Mussoorie by withholding the fact that my days in the academy were the sweetest I ever had in my life.Explanatory Notes:1. This is a memoir with satirical tinge.2. In India for manning the class one (top) positions of all non-technical departments of the government, a common competition is held yearly in which majority of the best brains of the country participate. The toppers among them ordinarily join Indian Administrative Service (I. A. S.), Indian Foreign Service (I. F. S.), Indian Police Service (I. P. S.), Indian Revenue Service (I. R. S.), Customs And Excise Service, Indian Railway Traffic Service, etc. in that order. Then for five months selected candidates of all services are put through a common Foundational Course of training at National Academy Of Administration, Mussoorie, which is the training academy of I. A. S. officers. In the year 1963 I had the privilege of attending this course as a probationer of Indian Police Service.3. This memoir is about some of my experiences during this course. The I. A. S. is the privileged, powerful, and virtually permanent ruler of the country. Its officers are called generalists and they control all government departments including the technical ones in the field as well as in the secretariat. The satire is on the I. A. S.}30-Sep-2007 More by : Mahesh Chandra Dewedy - See more at: Page on boloji.com