After one month of intense jungle warfare training, their battalion packed up and boarded several airplanes and were moved to Kula Lumpur. The place was better than Gorakhpur and he could see strange faces and strange language around. There they got a new set of officers who were British white officers. Their language was terrible and almost all the soldiers were finding difficult to understand what he said. The second officer though was an Indian and translated everything in Hindi to them. Soldiers were given one day to relax and move around in the city of Kula Lumpur. Bhagwati and his friends went around the place enjoying the new faces and culture. It was the idea of Bhagwati’s friend Shivkumar that they must get a group photo taken. In case few of us die, it would be a memoir for them to show to their families. They got into "Beauty Light Studio" at Batu Road and got a group photo taken. He sat right in the middle like a leader.

It would be several years after Bhagwati’s death that this photo would be recovered by my father from his old Army trunk. This was the only photograph we ever had of my uncle Bhagwati.