To become an officer, you must dress like one.

Being the crème de la crème of India, by virtue of passing an exam that has more to do with luck than with actual ability, I have learned that one must always dress differently. If the snobby fumes that you let out through your nose do not set the officer bells ringing among commoners, then you must ensure that you do so by wearing fancy clothes.

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Birth of an officer

I, Sir Haute Monde, Officer extraodinaire, was born to a family of officers (as is the case with close to 30% of officers, according to a study) in a Hindu, upper caste family . From that moment on, I knew I was destined for greatness. I did not quite understand how nor did I understand why, but somehow things fell in to place. And before you know it, Mr. Haute Monde soon became Officer Haute Monde.

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They say I came out of my mother’s womb, dressed in a way only an officer baby could be dressed.

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