A dear, retired Cavalry friend of truly generous heart and ‘Blistering Barnacles’ outlook in thet (unvarnished) Punjabi who laughed at himself (I’m re-tyred hence prone to unpredictable bursting sir, he’d chortle), Major Rajbir Brar not just outranked Tintin’s Cap’n Haddock but out-cursed him by leagues; Punjabi being rather more expressive than all other languages. Raji was an enigma; a paradox beyond conventional understanding. Quixotic, prickly, an officer who also spoke the Queen’s English expected from a Sherwodian, he cared deeply yet postured otherwise. Ridden with crippling co-morbidities that lacerated his oft-incised body, Raj