The silver grenade ignites
Three years in paradise
Kanchenjunga calls
Relearning the basics
Teaching is a noble profession
Integrity always gets rewarded
No legacy is as rich as honesty
Back to soldiering
Fate favours the sincere
No short cut to learning
Success through hard work
Foresight is foreseeing the unforeseen
Do not count the days; make the days count
Beacon bole changla
Discipline in the bridge to accomplishment
Coming of age
We did it
Nothing is impossible
Discipline reduces workload
The alma mater beckons
Wear the crown with aplomb
Postlude
Hear it from them - His colleagues!