Randrwa! Moonrwa! Common sounds heard in the OTS all day long. Not that the café dished out unending menus or lavish dishes but it was the place for our gastronomical treat. The café had assumed special importance during our junior term when on many occasions we had to leave the Cadets’ Mess hungry due to the Dinner Night. The very mention of Dinner Night gives us chill  now: just imagine an awfully hungry GC after a day’s hard work is sitting at the dinner table, the food is laid, he is waiting to pounce upon  food like a starved lion but ironically can’t do so just because those ******* DS and senior cadets are regularly monitoring and then punishing you during the Dinner Night procedure. After our failed Dinner Nights, our beloved café always gave us temporary shelter as well as food to fill in our empty stomachs.​