OTA. Officers Training Academy,
where the Indian army coaches their future valiant officers.
A new batch joins every six months.
Many come and go but very few cadets leave an impression.
Several stories prevail within these walls.
The OTA produces Rank one Officers, however, this place gives you
the best memories and the best friendships.
Some are more special than others.
This is one such story. The story of friendship.
The story of brotherhood.
Welcome to the fifth generation warfare.
Today, the enemy is trying to terrorize our borders and country
through our phones and computers.
But as always,
the Indian army is prepared
to destroy every one of the enemy's plans.
Loyalty, courage and sacrifice.
We are known by our country.
This slogan is in every soldier's heart
Or from a farmer who ploughs his fields
in his village in India.
Gurbaz! Gurbaz! Gurbaz!
Gurbaz!
When India and Hindustan merge together,
it creates a country.
It was a phenomenal speech, papa.
About to reach the Academy. Wish me luck.
'Yuvi, I suggest you take a civilian course.'
'You'll never be able to make it.'
Gurbaz!
Let it go.
One doesn't get to hear in the Nationals
but I want to hear it someday. You know the Olympic fields?
Have you heard about brother Rathod?
He was such a good marksman!
Ayo!
Who do you think you are?
Hitting me this fake bullet?
They are kids, sir. He was practicing for the Olympics.
-The gun belongs to him, sir. -Ticketing?
You don't understand, sir. Kids do such things.
-Ticket? -I'm sorry you got hurt, sir.
-Where's your ticket? -Listen to him, brother.
-He is asking for your ticket. -Yes. Ticket!
Then you should have said it like that. How was I to know?
-He has it, sir. Give him the ticket. -Yeah. Ticket.
-Hold this. -I want the ticket, not the gun.
Why is your ticket with him?
Sir, I gave it to him while we were playing.
Chocolate wrapper. Where is ticket?
I threw out the ticket by mistake and the wrapper is left with me.
The child mistook it for a chocolate wrapper and threw it away, sir.
It's your fault. You have to pay fine.
He is a young kid, sir. He threw the ticket.
-No. Ticket? -Listen to me, sir.
You don't get it, sir. We are on the same team.
-Sir... -No ticket?
You are serving the country, sir, and I too am serving the country.
-No ticket. Pay fine. -Sir...
Where are you taking me, sir?
Talk to the Master
-at the station, not me. -Sir. Sir.
Why didn't you inform me if the car was faulty?
I don't understand what you're saying, sir.
Why did you bring a faulty car? Take me to the OTA.
Anna wait.
Stop the car, Saab.
Reverse the car.
-OTA? -Yes.
-First day? -Yes.
Come. I'll drop you.
Holy moley! You saved me.
I would have been late without it being my fault.
I can't understand what he's saying.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Anything for a fellow cadet.
Gurbaz Singh Kahlon.
Punjab.
So, this was Yuvraj and Gurbaz's first meeting.
They had no idea where this journey
that started with a car would take them.
Yuvraj Singh Chauhan. Delhi
Pleasure too... Same to you.
-First day? -Yeah.
Come.
Your car is lovely, bro. How much did you buy it for?
What?
Is it rented?
Jokes, buddy. Jokes.
Incidentally, who do you have in the army?
My father.
My papa.
Wow! You have become the army's nepo kid.
By the way, have you ever watched Southern movies?
They make very good movies.
The one with Pushpa. I won't budge...
Hey, bro. Please stop the car. Stop the car.
-What's the matter? -Bro...
-What's the matter? -I will be in great trouble, bro.
-What's the matter? -Stop the car.
-Turn the car around. -What happened?
My joining letter and all my files are left with the Station Master.
-Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. -They won't let me enter.
-You must be joking right now. Wait! -Sir...
-We won't get late. -Listen. Listen.
-We won't get late. -Why is your joining letter
with the Station Master?
-Oh... -And, as a cadet,
how can you be irresponsible, that too on the very first day?
You said you would help your fellow cadet.
-Help me. -This is not my fault. -Excuse me, sir.
-Hey. Hey. Saab. -Sir. Sir. Please...
Saab. Stop the car.
Stop the car.
Wait two minutes. It is barely 9 kilometres away, buddy.
May I drive, sir?
Listen to me, buddy.
Look, I still say, we will get there in two minutes.
Shut the fuck up!
Thanks, buddy! You saved me.
How can any cadet who doesn't respect time respect the uniform?
'Yuvi, I suggest you take a civilian course.'
'You'll never be able to make it.'
'No, dad. I will prove you wrong.'
'I am born to be in the Indian army.'
Ahem.
Aren't you getting late?
-Let's go. -Let's go.
-Over there. -Yes, let's go.
There.
Welcome to the Officers Training Academy.
Gentlemen cadets and Gentlewomen cadets.
What is the motto of the Officers Training Academy?
Serve with honour, sir!
What is the motto of the Indian army?
Service is the supreme virtue, sir.
And the honour code of a soldier?
Name, loyalty and symbol, sir!
Do or die
but your country's and regiment's name, loyalty
and symbol can't be tarnished!
I would also like to especially mention
the inclusion of women cadets in the Officers' Training Academy.
We are proud that we even prepare valiant women soldiers here
to protect the country from the enemies.
During this period, you will be divided into six companies.
Naushera, Meiktila,
Zojila, Kohima,
Phillora and Jessami.
In the upcoming days, you will have almost zero contact
with the rest of the world.
Your training will begin tomorrow with this passion.
-Jai Hind! -Jai Hind!
Stand at ease!
Welcome to the Kohima company.
I am Major Dushyant. Your company Commander.
Hereafter, I am responsible for your field drill,
physical training and parade.
You were two minutes late today.
The enemy can change the map of the world in two minutes.
Hence, this is your first and last warning.
Assisting me with the drill and course is Drill Saab, Huda.
Jai Hind, sir!
Each of you speak out your name loud enough
to be heard outside this Academy.
-Begin! -GC Faiz Ahmed, sir!
GC Tantia Munda, sir!
GC Gurbaz Singh Kahlon, sir!
GC Yuvraj Singh Chauhan, sir!
GC Sher Duminder Jayawardene, sir!
WC Swati Mishra, sir!
Loud!
WC Swati Mishra, sir!
The rats in our Officers Training Academy are louder than that.
Louder!
WC Swati Mishra, sir!
Louder!
WC Swati Mishra, sir!
The first drill of the junior term.
Between a rock and a hard place.
The width of this trench is five feet
but one needs a chest larger than 56 inches to cross it fast.
-Begin! -Sir!
Wow! Dates?
-You want some? -Sure.
There.
Where did you get it out from?
Let me check to see if it has become salty.
No, no.
-It's very nice! -Isn't it?
Caught up. You've been leading for so long, bro.
You want to race with me?
Not at all.
You used to lead even in Sainik school.
I wouldn't dare compete with you.
Gurbaz Singh Kahlon.
Sheikh. From Sri Lanka.
-Foreign quota? -Yes.
-Wow! Even they come here? -Yes.
-Ipubu Bhutia. -Vaishali Parmar.
Yes. Aren't you Ms. Ahmedabad?
What happened? Did you surrender the crown?
I like the beret, better.
The rats here are faster!
Press the switch and bulb lights up! That's the speed I want.
Fast!
Nonsense! Lazy! Zero calibre!
You have been exposed in the first drill.
You get ten minutes to eat.
Give me one reason why you should get time.
Don't be stupid! Don't be stupid! It's a mind game.
Don't say a word, Gurbaz.
-Do not utter one word. -Sir!
We are worthless, sir! And today is my birthday.
So, I shall run at double the speed of the rats tomorrow.
Starting tomorrow? I see.
GC Gurbaz Singh Kahlon. Age 22 years.
Born in Kahlon Village. District Mansa, Punjab.
Born on 9th October but today is 5th September.
I guess you forgot. But you will surely get a party today.
All the cadets will do 200 pushups!
Following that, you get one dessert free on behalf of me.
This is your first punishment on your first day.
Begin!
Officer Huda.
This batch appears to be raw.
One should drink water out of an raw pot.
The water is sweet as well as cold.
These raw pots cook in OTA's fire and become valiant Officers.
Those very Officers fearlessly confront the enemy daily
for the security of our country.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
-Move. Let me get some. -I'm starving.
Open it, brother.
Guys! What are you doing?
What's the matter?
We are famished. They don't want to kill us.
Open it, man.
-Open it. -What have they cooked for lunch?
This is not how you are served your meal.
This is exactly how it is served at my house.
Tell them, Faiz.
-Open it, brother, we're hungry. -What's the matter?
-Oh! We've just done 200 pushups. -That's right. Open it.
We are exhausted. Open it.
There is a system of eating in the mess.
There is the only system of eating, bro.
That's true.
There is the only system of eating.
Like a gentleman or a gentlewoman.
In every term, we check to see whether the people we've admitted
are human beings or animals.
The food will be served to all at the tables.
-Grab your seats! Now! -Sir!
What the...
-Sir. -Yes?
-GC Gurbaz. -Sir.
GC Cedric D'Cunha. Senior Under Officer.
Go and change. I will see you at the Khooni nala in five minutes.
Sir?
GC Gurbaz, whatever you ate in the mess,
potato, lemon, coriander leaves, all of it is excreted here.
You called me early. I hadn't even started.
GC Gurbaz, front rolls and back rolls in the Khooni nala. Now!
Excuse me?
I cannot do front rolls in the drain, sir.
GC Gurbaz, it's an order.
Jump in the drain and roll to cross over.
Right now.
I'm not crazy to jump in the drain.
Sure, it's not my birthday, I did pushups. So, what's this for?
-GC Gurbaz Kahlon! -Sir!
Please talk to him, sir. He is asking me to jump in the drain.
This is the Indian Army Officers Training Academy.
Once a Senior gives you a command, you have got to do it!
-But, sir... -There is no place
for ifs and buts in the Indian Army.
Just follow orders!
Sir.
Side roll. Roll on your sides.
The odour from this drain won't come off your body.
This very odour will remind you that you cannot repeat your mistake.
At least tell me what I've done wrong, sir.
Joining letter is not something you forget.
It is something you take care of.
GC Yuvraj said you'd forgotten it.
Prince.
Oh my God!
Isn't this the diary from Sainik school?
This and you are the only two common things from Sainik school.
So you've started planning how, what and where you will do things.
I have a lot to prove, man.
And one cannot achieve anything without planning.
I just saw the Sword of honour.
I want my name there.
Yeah.
But that Gur...
Can you smell something?
Something's stinking.
Yuvi.
You know what they say, the test of every solid friendship
is its first conflict.
Yuvi and Gurbaz's friendship would stand up to several tests.
But who imagined someday this friendship could even take the life
of one of them, no one ever, thought so.
Gurbaz Singh Kahlon. Punjab.
Yuvraj Singh Chauhan. Delhi.
The tricolour stands just as tall even when one wins a medal
for the country in the Olympics.
All of this is in my blood.
My brother from another mother.
I'm very thankful for Gurbaz. But all of this happens.
No sorry and no thank you in friendship.
I'm Dr. Tina.
Which company?
Is that the only question you came up with
after thinking for so long?
Our people have already penetrated.
The plan is in action.
There is a mole in our Academy.
As per Intel, OTA is under threat.
That mole is from the academy.
Not every foe is from out of the country.
Sometimes the foe spreads its roots in its own home
amidst his own people.