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    Wings of Fire - An Autobiography of APJ Abdul Kalam (), former President of India. It was written by Dr. Download Pdf-(Tamil) · Dr.A. P. J. Download free PDF of wings of fire Books To Read, My Books, Abdul Kalam of a little-educated boat-owner in Rameswaram Tamil Nadu had an unparalleled. ATHARVAVEDA Book 4, Hymn e press WINGS OF FIRE ORIENTATION The I was born into a middle-class Tamil family in the island town of My father.

    Introduction[ edit ] Kalam was born in , the son of a little-educated boat owner in Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu. His father was also the imam of the small mosque in Rameswaram. He had an unparalleled career as a defence scientist, culminating the highest civilian award of India, Bharat Ratna. As a chief of the country's defence research and development programmer, Kalam demonstrated a great potential for dynamics and innovations that existed in seemingly moribund research establishment. This is the story of Kalam's own rise from obscurity and his personal and professional struggles, as well as the story of AGNI, TRISHUL and NAG missiles that have become household names in India and that have raised the nation to the level of a missile power of international reckoning. Since independence, India has sought in various ways, to self-realization, and to adulation and success. Orientation[ edit ] The book begins with the childhood of Kalam's life.

    He was the sole distributor for newspapers in and so did my three brothers and sister. But it was the time I spent with Rameswaram. The newspapers would arrive at Rameswaram station Jallaluddin and Samsuddin that perhaps contributed most to the uniqueness by the morning train from Pamban. The was a one-man organization catering to the reading demands of the unschooled wisdom of Jallaluddin and Samsuddin was so intuitive and 1,strong literate population of Rameswaram town. These responsive to non-verbal messages, that I can unhesitatingly attribute newspapers were mainly bought to keep abreast of current developments my subsequently manifested creativity to their company in my childhood.

    A few readers with a Aravindan, and Sivaprakasan. All these boys were from orthodox Hindu more cosmopolitan outlook would discuss Hitler, Mahatma Gandhi and Brahmin families. As children, none of us ever felt any difference amongst Jinnah; almost all would finally flow into the mighty political current of ourselves because of our religious differences and upbringing.

    Ramanadha Sastry was the son of Pakshi Lakshmana Sastry, the high Dinamani was the most sought after newspaper. Since reading the printed priest of the Rameswaram temple. Later, he took over the priesthood of matter was beyond my capability, I had to satisfy myself with glancing the Rameswaram temple from his father; Aravindan went into the business at the pictures in the newspaper before Samsuddin delivered them to his of arranging transport for visiting pilgrims; and Sivaprakasan became a customers.

    For reasons I have never been able to understand, a sudden demand used to arrange boats with a special platform for carrying idols of the for tamarind seeds erupted in the market.

    I used to collect the seeds and Lord from the temple to the marriage site, situated in the middle of the sell them to a provision shop on Mosque Street. Events from the fetch me the princely sum of one anna. Jallaluddin would tell me stories Ramayana and from the life of the Prophet were the bedtime stories my about the war which I would later attempt to trace in the headlines in mother and grandmother would tell the children in our family.

    Our area, being isolated, was completely unaffected by the war. But soon India was forced to join the Allied Forces and something One day when I was in the fifth standard at the Rameswaram like a state of emergency was declared.

    The first casualty came in the Elementary School, a new teacher came to our class. I used to wear a form of the suspension of the train halt at Rameswaram station. The cap which marked me as a Muslim, and I always sat in the front row newspapers now had to be bundled and thrown out from the moving next to Ramanadha Sastry, who wore a sacred thread.

    The new teacher train on the Rameswaram Road between Rameswaram and Dhanuskodi. In That forced Samsuddin to look for a helping hand to catch the bundles accordance with our social ranking as the new teacher saw it, I was and, as if naturally, I filled the slot. Samsuddin helped me earn my first asked to go and sit on the back bench. The image of him weeping when I shifted to the last row headquarters in Ramanathapuram. I know you have to go away After school, we went home and told our respective parents about to grow.

    Does the seagull not fly across the Sun, alone and without a the incident. Lakshmana Sastry summoned the teacher, and in our nest? You must forego your longing for the land of your memories to presence, told the teacher that he should not spread the poison of social move into the dwelling place of your greater desires; our love will not inequality and communal intolerance in the minds of innocent children.

    They are the sons the island. They come through you but sense of conviction Lakshmana Sastry conveyed ultimately reformed not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For this young teacher. He but not your soul. Your soul dwells in the house of tomorrow which none did his best to break social barriers so that people from varying of us at Rameswaram can visit, not even in our dreams.

    May God bless backgrounds could mingle easily. He used to spend hours with me and you, my child! His wife was horrified for my boarding there. Somehow, I did not take to the new setting. The at the idea of a Muslim boy being invited to dine in her ritually pure town of Ramanathapuram was a thriving, factious town of some fifty kitchen. She refused to serve me in her kitchen. Sivasubramania Iyer thousand people, but the coherence and harmony of Rameswaram was was not perturbed, nor did he get angry with his wife, but instead, served absent.

    I missed my home and grabbed every opportunity to visit me with his own hands and sat down beside me to eat his meal. His wife Rameswaram. The pull of educational opportunities at Ramanathapuram watched us from behind the kitchen door. I wondered whether she had was not strong enough to nullify the attraction of poli, a South Indian observed any difference in the way I ate rice, drank water or cleaned sweet my mother made.

    In fact, she used to prepare twelve distinctly the floor after the meal. When I was leaving his house, Sivasubramania different varieties of it, bringing out the flavour of every single ingredient Iyer invited me to join him for dinner again the next weekend.

    Observing used in the best possible combinations. My father visualized me as a Collector in the kitchen and served me food with her own hands.

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    The Rameswaram. I tried hard to do as he said, which was to strive to control my thoughts and my mind and, through these, to influence my destiny. Ironically, that destiny did not lead me back to Rameswaram, but rather, swept me farther 2 away from the home of my childhood. My teacher, Iyadurai Solomon, was an ideal guide for an eager young mind that was yet uncertain of the possibilities and alternatives that lay before it.

    He made his students feel very comfortable in class with his warm and open-minded attitude. He used to say that a good student could learn more from a bad teacher than a poor student from even a skilled teacher. During my stay at Ramanathapuram, my relationship with him grew beyond that of teacher and pupil. To take an example from my own life, I had been fascinated by the mysteries of the sky and the flight of birds from early childhood.

    I used to watch cranes and seagulls soar into flight and longed to fly. Simple, provincial boy though I was, I was convinced that one day I, too, would soar up into the skies. Indeed, I was the first child from Rameswaram to fly. Iyadurai Solomon was a great teacher because he instilled in all the children a sense of their own worth. Father used to visit each boy every night with a Bible in his hand. His energy and patience was amazing.

    He was a very considerate person who took care of even the most minute requirements of his students. On One day, when I was in the fourth form, my mathematics teacher, Deepavali, on his instructions, the Brother in charge of the hostel and Ramakrishna Iyer, was teaching another class. Inadvertently, I wandered the mess volunteers would visit each room and distribute good gingelly into that classroom and in the manner of an old-fashioned despot, oil for the ritual bath.

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    Ramakrishna Iyer caught me by the neck and caned me in front of the whole class. Many months later, when I scored full marks in mathematics, I stayed on the St. Take my word, this boy is and the other a Syrian Christian from Kerala.

    The three of us had a going to bring glory to his school and to his teachers. When I was made secretary of the vegetarian made up for the earlier humiliation! Father Kalathil, over for lunch one Sunday. Our menu included the By the time I completed my education at Schwartz, I was a self- choicest preparations from our diverse backgrounds. The result was confident boy determined to succeed. The decision to go in for further rather unexpected, but Rev.

    Father was lavish in his praise of our efforts. To us, in those days, the We enjoyed every moment with Rev. Father Kalathil, who participated awareness of the possibilities for a professional education did not exist; in our unsophisticated conversation with childlike enthusiasm. It was a higher education simply meant going to college. The nearest college memorable event for us all. My teachers at St. The In , I arrived at St. Thothathri Iyengar Intermediate examination. I was not a bright student in terms of and Prof.

    Suryanarayana Sastry, walking together on the campus inspires examination grades but, thanks to my two buddies back in Rameswaram, me to this day.

    I had acquired a practical bent of mind. When I was in the final year at St. I began to read the great classics, Tolstoy, Scott and brother Mustafa Kamal, who ran a provision store on the railway station Hardy being special favourites despite their exotic settings, and then I road, would call me in to give him a little help and then vanish for hours moved on to some works in Philosophy. It was around this time that I together leaving the shop in my charge.

    I sold oil, onions, rice and developed a great interest in Physics. The fastest moving items, I found, were cigarettes and bidis. I used to wonder what made poor people smoke away their hard- The lessons on subatomic physics at St. When spared by Mustafa, I would be put in charge of his teachers, Prof. Chinna Durai and Prof. Krishnamurthy, introduced me kiosk by my younger brother, Kasim Mohammed. There I sold novelties to the concept of the half-life period and matters related to the radioactive made of seashells.

    Sivasubramania Iyer, my science teacher at Rameswaram, had never taught me that most subatomic particles are At St. Father unstable and that they disintegrate after a certain time into other particles. TN Sequeira. He taught us English and was also our hostel warden. We All this I was learning for the first time. Everything solid, thus, contains much empty space within and he not talking of the same thing? I wonder why some people tend to see everything stationary contains great movement within.

    It is as though science as something which takes man away from God. As I look at it, the great dance of Shiva is being performed on earth during every moment the path of science can always wind through the heart. For me, science of our existence.

    When I joined the B. Nor did I have any information fairy tales. I am an avid reader of books on cosmology and enjoy reading about career opportunities available to a student of science. Only after about celestial bodies. Many friends, while asking me questions related obtaining a B. I had to to space flights, sometimes slip into astrology.

    Quite honestly, I have go into engineering to realise my dreams. I could have joined the never really understood the reason behind the great importance attached Engineering course long ago, right after finishing my Intermediate course.

    As an art, I have Better late than never, I told myself as I made the detour, applying for nothing against astrology, but if it seeks acceptance under the guise of admission into the Madras Institute of Technology MIT , regarded as science, I reject it.

    I do not know how these myths evolved about planets, the crown jewel of technical education in South India at that time. The highly complicated calculations manipulated around this prestigious institution was an expensive affair. Around a thousand the precise movements of celestial bodies, to derive highly subjective rupees was required, and my father could not spare that much money. As I see it, the Earth is the most At that time, my sister, Zohara, stood behind me, mortgaging her gold powerful and energetic planet.

    As John Milton puts it so beautifully in bangles and chain. I vowed to release her bangles. What if the Sun from mortgage with my own earnings. The only way before me to earn Be centre to the World, and other stars. I The planet earth, so steadfast though she seem, went ahead at full steam. In sensibly three different motions move?

    What fascinated me most at MIT was the sight of two Wherever you go on this planet, there is movement and life. Even decommissioned aircraft displayed there for the demonstration of the apparently inanimate things like rocks, metal, timber, clay are full of various subsystems of flying machines.

    I felt a strange attraction towards intrinsic movement—with electrons dancing around each nucleus. After by the nucleus, by means of electric forces which try to hold them as completing my first year, when I had to opt for a specific branch, I close as possible. Electrons, just like any individual with a certain amount almost spontaneously chose aeronautical engineering. The goal was very of energy, detest confinement.

    The tighter the electrons are held by the clear in my mind now; I was going to fly aircraft. I was convinced of nucleus, the higher their orbital velocity will be: Around this time, I per second!

    These high velocities make the atom appear a rigid sphere, made special efforts to try and communicate with different kinds of just as a fast-moving fan appears like a disc. It is very difficult to people. I often assisted my brother Kasim Mohamed in his shop selling artifacts on this street. This is his house, from where I would borrow books while at Rameswaram.

    The words on the plaque read "Let not thy winged days be spent in vain. When once gone no gold can download them back again. They are the best examples of small-town Indian teachers committed to nurturing talent. Learning without wisdom is of no use. In the course of my education at MIT, three teachers shaped my Prof.

    KAV Pandalai taught me aero-structure design and analysis.

    Their combined contributions formed the foundation on which He was a cheerful, friendly and enthusiastic teacher, who brought a I later built my professional career. These three teachers were Prof. It was Professor Sponder, Prof. KAV Pandalai and Prof. Narasingha Rao. Each one of Pandalai who opened up the secrets of structural engineering to us. His students were free to disagree with him on several points in the classroom.

    Sponder taught me technical aerodynamics. He was an Austrian with rich practical experience in aeronautical engineering. During the Prof. Narasingha Rao was a mathematician, who taught us theoretical Second World War, he had been captured by the Nazis and imprisoned aerodynamics.

    I still remember his method of teaching fluid dynamics. Understandably, he had developed a very strong After attending his classes, I began to prefer mathematical physics to dislike for Germans. Inciden- tally, the aeronautical department was any other subject. Walter Repenthin. Another well-known aeronautical design reviews. If it had not been for Prof. My teachers revealed these truths to me. Through their Notwithstanding these irritants, Prof. Sponder preserved his meticulous teaching, they created within me an excitement about individuality and maintained high professional standards.

    He was always aeronautics. Their intellectual fervour, clarity of thought and passion for calm, energetic and in total control of himself. He kept abreast of the perfection helped me to launch into a serious study of fluid dynamics- latest technologies and expected his students to do the same. I consulted modes of compressible medium motion, development of shock waves him before opting for aeronautical engineering. The trouble with The structural features of aeroplanes began to gain new meanings— Indians, Prof.

    Sponder used to observe, was not that they lacked biplanes, monoplanes, tailless planes, canard configured planes, delta- educational opportunities or industrial infrastructure—the trouble was in wing planes, all these began to assume increasing significance for me.

    Why aeronautics? Why not electrical engineering? Why not me to mould a composite knowledge. In those days, a new climate of under stress and asking you to meet an impossible deadline. I never political enlightenment and industrial effort was sweeping across the expected you to perform so well. I had to test my belief in God and see if it could fit into the During the rest of the period of the project, I participated in an essay matrix of scientific thinking.

    If so, I Tamil is my mother tongue and I am proud of its origins, which have wondered, was matter alone the ultimate reality and were spiritual been traced back to Sage Agastya in the pre-Ramayana period; its phenomena but a manifestation of matter?

    Were all ethical values relative, literature dates back to the fifth century BC. It is said to be a language and was sensory perception the only source of knowledge and truth? I moulded by lawyers and grammarians and is internationally acclaimed wondered about these issues, attempting to sort out the vexing question for its clear-cut logic.

    The value system did not remain outside the purview of this wonderful language. I wrote in which I had been nurtured was profoundly religious.

    The article that true reality lay beyond the material world in the spiritual realm, and evoked much interest and I won the competition, taking the first prize that knowledge could be obtained only through inner experience. We project to design a low-level attack aircraft together with four other were posing for a group photograph as part of a farewell ritual. All the colleagues. I had taken up the responsibility of preparing and drawing graduating students had lined up in three rows with the professors seated the aerodynamic design.

    My team mates distributed among themselves in the front. Suddenly, Prof. Sponder got up and looked for me. I was the tasks of designing the propulsion, structure, control and standing in the third row. I instrumentation of the aircraft. One day, my design teacher, Prof. I offered a dozen excuses for the future. I finally pleaded for sat with Prof. Sponder for the photograph. There I worked on engine overhauling as part of withdrawn. I could see no other way out but to finish the task as I had a team.

    Hands-on work on aircraft engine overhauling was very been instructed. That night, I remained at the drawing board, skipping educative. When a principle learnt in the classroom is borne out by dinner. On Sunday morning, I was very near completion, when unexpectedly running into an old friend among a crowd of strangers. Srinivasan HAL, I worked on the overhauling of both piston and turbine engines.

    Coming straight from the gymkhana, The hazy concepts of gas dynamics and diffusion processes in the he was still in his tennis outfit and had dropped in to see my progress. After examining my work, Prof. Srinivasan hugged me affectionately I was also trained in radial engine-cum-drum operations.

    I did calibrations of a fixed- pitch fan fitted to a super-charged engine. I opened up pressure and acceleration-cum-speed control systems, and air starter supply systems of turbo-engines. Getting to understand feathering, un-feathering and 3 reversing of propeller engines was very interesting. The demonstration of the delicate art of beta blade angle control by HAL technicians still lingers in my memory.

    They had neither studied in major universities, nor were they merely implementing what their engineer-in-charge was suggesting. They had been working hands-on for years and this had given them something like an intuitive feel for the work. T Two alternative opportunities for employment, both close to my long- hrough the window of the compartment, I watched the standing dream of flying, presented themselves before me when I came countryside slip past.

    From a distance, the men in the fields in out of HAL as a graduate aeronautical engineer. I sat glued to the window.

    Almost I applied for both. The interview calls arrived from both the places almost everywhere, people were engaged in some activity which had a rhythm simultaneously. The boy from the streams. Occasionally, a child would appear and wave at the train. Coromandel Coast took a train to the North of India.

    My destination was more than km away, and was to be my first encounter with It is astonishing how the landscape changes as one moves northwards.

    The rich and fertile plains of the river Ganga and its numerous tributaries have invited invasion, turmoil, and change. The tenth century brought Muslims, who later mingled with the local people and became an integral part of this country. One empire gave way to another. Religious conquests continued. All this time, the part of India south of the Tropic of Cancer remained largely untouched, safe behind the shield of the Vindhya and Satpura mountain ranges.

    The Narmada, Tapti, Mahanadi, Godavari, and Krishna rivers had woven a net of almost unassailable protection for the tapering Indian peninsula. To bring me to Delhi, my train had crossed all these geographical impediments through the power of scientific advancement. I did well at the interview. Then I proceeded to Dehra as you can rely upon the eternally unbroken promise of sunrise At the Selection Spring.

    When the student is ready, the teacher will appear—How true! Here Perhaps they were looking for physical fitness and an articulate manner.

    You are not I could only finish ninth in the batch of 25 examined to select eight destined to become an Air Force pilot. What you are destined to become officers for commissioning in the Air Force.

    I was deeply disappointed. Forget this failure, as it was It took me some time to comprehend that the opportunity to join the Air essential to lead you to your destined path. Search, instead, for the true Force had just slipped through my fingers. I dragged myself out of the purpose of your existence. Become one with yourself, my son! Surrender Selection Board and stood at the edge of a cliff. I knew that the days ahead would be difficult.

    There were questions to be answered and a plan of action to be prepared. In response, I was handed my appointment letter. I joined the next day as Senior Scientific Assistant on a basic I bathed in the Ganga and revelled in the purity of its water. If this was to be my destiny, I thought, let walked to the Sivananda Ashram situated a little way up the hill. I could it be so. Finally, I was filled with mental peace.

    No more did I feel any feel intense vibrations when I entered. I saw a large number of sadhus bitterness or resentment at my failure to enter the Air Force. All this seated all around in a state of trance. I had read that sadhus were psychic was in If I was not flying aeroplanes, I was at least helping to make I met Swami Sivananda—a man who looked like a Buddha, wearing them airworthy.

    During my first year in the Directorate, I carried out a a snow-white dhoti and wooden slippers. He had an olive complexion design assignment on supersonic target aircraft with the help of the and black, piercing eyes. I was struck by his irresistible, almost child- officer-in-charge, R Varadharajan, and won a word of praise from the like smile and gracious manner.

    I introduced myself to the Swamiji. My Director, Dr Neelakantan. To gain shop-floor exposure to aircraft Muslim name aroused no reaction in him. Before I could speak any maintenance, I was sent to the Aircraft and Armament Testing Unit further, he inquired about the source of my sorrow.

    At that time, they were involved in a tropical explanation of how he knew that I was sad and I did not ask. I participated in the performance I told him about my unsuccessful attempt to join the Indian Air Force assessment of its operation systems. He smiled, washing away all my Even in those days, Kanpur was a very populous city. It was my first anxiety almost instantly. Then he said in a feeble, but very deep voice, experience of living in an industrial town. The cold weather, crowds, Desire, when it stems from the heart and spirit, when it is pure and noise and smoke were in total contrast to what I was used to in intense, possesses awesome electromagnetic energy.

    This energy is Rameswaram. I was particularly troubled by the ubiquitous presence of released into the ether each night, as the mind falls into the sleep state. To me, it Each morning it returns to the conscious state reinforced with the cosmic seemed that a feeling of loneliness pervaded the city. The people on the currents. That which has been imaged will surely and certainly be streets had all come from their villages in search of jobs in factories, manifested.

    You can rely, young man, upon this ageless promise as surely leaving behind the smell of their soil and the protection of their families. We tried to read as much literature as included in the design team. I completed this task with the other team we could find on hovercrafts, but there was not much available. We members. Then, I undertook a preliminary design study on a Human tried to consult people knowledgeable in this area, but could find none. I later carried out the design and development of a Vertical One day, I simply took the decision to proceed with the limited information Takeoff and Landing Platform.

    I was also associated with the and resources available. Three years passed. This endeavour to produce a wingless, light, swift machine opened Then the Aeronautical Development Establishment ADE was born in the windows of my mind.

    I was quick to see at least a metaphorical Bangalore and I was posted to the new establishment. After all, the Wright Bangalore as a city was in direct contrast to Kanpur. In fact, I feel Brothers made the first aeroplane after fixing bicycles for seven years! I saw in the GEM project great opportunities for ingenuity and growth. I suppose, it is because Indians have been both afflicted and enriched by We went straight into hardware development after spending a few centuries of migrations.

    Loyalty to different rulers has dulled our capacity months on the drawing board. Instead, we have developed an extraordinary There is always the danger that a person with my kind of background— ability to be compassionate and cruel, sensitive and callous, deep and rural or small-town, middle-class, whose parents had limited education— fickle, all at the same time.

    To the untrained eye, we may appear colourful will retreat into a corner and remain there struggling for bare existence, and picturesque; to the critical eye, we are but shoddy imitations of our unless some great turn of circumstance propels him into a more various masters.

    In Kanpur, I saw paan-chewing imitations of Wajid Ali favourable environment. I knew I had to create my own opportunities.

    Shah, and in Bangalore it was replaced by dog-walking sahibs. Here too, I longed for the depth and calmness of Rameswaram. The Part by part, subsystem by subsystem, stage by stage, things started relationship between the heart and the head of an earthy Indian has moving.

    Working on this project, I learned that once your mind stretches been eroded by the divided sensibilities of our cities. I spent my evenings to a new level it never goes back to its original dimension. He was The workload at ADE during the first year of its inception was quite keenly interested in the progress of our small project, which he envisioned light.

    Based on my preliminary studies on ground-handling equipment. Whenever he was in Bangalore, he always found some time equipment, a project team was formed to design and develop an to review the progress of our project. His confidence in our ability ignited indigenous hovercraft prototype as a ground equipment machine GEM. I would enter the assembly shop leaving my other The team was a small working group, comprising four persons at the problems outside, just as my father used to enter the mosque for prayer, level of Scientific Assistant.

    Our experiments with the available parts and components did not exactly The project was, by any standards, bigger than our collective delight my senior colleagues. Many even called us a group of eccentric capabilities. None of us had any experience in building a machine, let inventors in pursuit of an impossible dream. I, being the leader of the alone a flying machine.

    The development are solved. We completed the project ahead of schedule. We had a working. Dr Mediratta was visibly pleased And all such things as geniuses use; — with the achievement. But by this time, Krishna Menon was out of office Two bats for patterns, curious fellows!

    In the new order, not many A charcoal-pot and a pair of bellows. In fact, even today, we import hovercrafts. The When the project was about a year old, Defence Minister Krishna project was mired in controversies and was finally shelved. It was a Menon made one of his routine visits to ADE. I escorted him into our new experience for me. So far, I had believed that the sky was the limit, assembly shop.

    Inside, on a table lay the GEM model broken down into but now it appeared that the limits were much closer. There are boundaries sub-assemblies. The minister fired one question after another at me, determined to ensure that the prototype would go into test flight within I was unwilling to face reality.

    I had put my heart and soul into Nandi. In this period of confusion and uncertainty, memories from my childhood came back to me and I The hovercraft was christened Nandi, after the bull ridden by Lord discovered new meanings in them. For a prototype, its form, fit and finish was beyond our expectation, given the rudimentary infrastructure we possessed. One day, Dr Mediratta called with. He inquired about the state of our hovercraft. When told that it was in perfect condition to be flown, he asked me to organize a demonstration Defence Minister Krishna Menon flew in the Nandi, overruling the for an important visitor the next day.

    A Group Captain in the laboratory during the next week as far as I knew. I was sure about my The next day Dr Mediratta brought a visitor to our hovercraft—a competence in flying the machine I had made, and therefore shook my tall, handsome, bearded man. He asked me several questions about the head in negation. Observing this wordless communication, Krishna machine. I was struck by the objectivity and clarity of his thinking.

    His request filled me laugh and signalled to me to start the machine. He was very happy. Finally, here was someone who was interested in my work. However, the next the ground. We were not flying, but were definitely floating in the air. This was a breakthrough a young man like ride and departed. But not before introducing himself—he was Prof.

    Labels mattered very little. There Rocket Engineer. I was unsure about the set up the Equatorial Rocket Launching Station at Thumba, a sleepy type of questions I would have to face at the interview. There was fishing village near Trivandrum now Thiruvananthapuram in Kerala. This was the quiet beginning of modern rocket-based research dualities which arise from wish and hate.

    But those in India. The site selected at Thumba lay between the railway line and men of virtuous deeds in whom sin has come to an end, the sea coast, covering a distance of about two and a half km and freed from the delusion of dualities, worship Me measuring about acres.

    Within this area, stood a large church, whose steadfast in their vows. Land acquisition from private parties is always a difficult and time-consuming process, especially in densely populated I reminded myself that the best way to win was to not need to win.

    In addition, there was the delicate matter of acquiring The best performances are accomplished when you are relaxed and a site of religious significance. The Collector of Trivandrum then, K free of doubt. I decided to take things as they came. Since neither Prof. Dr I decided this was the best attitude to take. Dereira, who was the Bishop of Trivandrum in The St. Mary Magdalene church housed Commission. The prayer room was my friendliness.

    There was none of the arrogance or the patronising attitudes which To this day, the church is maintained in its full glory and, at present, interviewers usually display when talking to a young and vulnerable houses the Indian Space Museum.

    He was looking at me as if in reference to a larger whole. I took some time off before going abroad and went to dream was enveloped by the larger dream of a bigger person. My father was very pleased to learn about the opportunity that had come my way.

    He took me to the mosque and organized a special namaz in thanksgiving. I could feel the power of God flowing in a circuit through my father to me and back to God; we were all under the spell of the prayer.

    One of the important functions of prayer, I believe, is to act as a stimulus to creative ideas. Within the mind are all the resources required for successful living. Ideas are present in the consciousness, which when released and given scope to grow and take shape, can lead to successful events. God, our Creator, has stored within our minds and personalities, great potential strength and ability.

    Prayer helps us to tap and develop these powers. Ahmed Jallaluddin and Samsuddin came to see me off at Bombay airport. It was their first exposure to a big city like Bombay, just as I myself was about to have my first exposure to a mega city like New York. Jallaluddin and Samsuddin were self-reliant, positive, optimistic men who undertook their work with the assurance of success. It is from these two persons that I drew the core creative power of my mind. My sentiments could not be contained, and I could feel the mist of tears in my eyes.

    The intensity and purity of their faith in my capabilities broke my last defences, and tears welled up in my eyes. They attempt to get out of them rather than suffer them. Everybody prostrated themselves except Iblis, or Satan, who refused. Does not that make me nobler than Achievers Adam?

    This is no place for your contemptuous pride. One of my most vivid memories What makes life in Indian organizations difficult is the widespread of LRC is of a piece of sculpture depicting a charioteer driving two prevalence of this very contemptuous pride. It stops us from listening to horses, one representing scientific research and the other technological our juniors, subordinates and people down the line.

    You cannot expect a development, metaphorically encapsulating the interconnection between person to deliver results if you humiliate him, nor can you expect him to research and development. Unfortunately, the earth-orbiting science and applications satellites. Here, has to be changed.

    I saw a painting prominently displayed in the reception lobby. It depicted As the process of confronting and solving problems often requires a battle scene with a few rockets flying in the background.

    A painting hard work and is painful, we have endless procrastination. Actually, with this theme should be the most commonplace thing at a Flight Facility, problems can be the cutting edge that actually distinguish between but the painting caught my eye because the soldiers on the side launching success and failure. They draw out innate courage and wisdom.

    It was a sounding rocket, called Nike- fighting the British. The rocket was assembled in the church country but commemorated here on the other side of the planet. I was building I have referred to earlier. The only equipment available to happy to see an Indian glorified by NASA as a hero of warfare rocketry. The assembled rocket was to be shifted from the church building training, but Prof. After the successful to the launch pad by truck. When the rocket was lifted by the crane and launch of Nike-Apache, he chose to share with us his dream of an was about to be placed on the launcher, it started tilting, indicating a leak Indian Satellite Launch Vehicle.

    As we were fast approaching the Prof. The very news of launch time, 6 p. People manually, using our collective muscle power and finally placing it on the would work virtually round the clock because of their enthusiasm to launcher. Sarabhai something new, something that had not been done In the maiden Nike-Apache launch, I was in charge of rocket before in our country—be it a new design or a new method of fabrication integration and safety.

    Two of my colleagues who played a very or even an out-of-the-way administrative procedure. Sarabhai active and crucial role in this launch were D Easwardas and R would often assign multiple tasks to a single person or a group.

    Though Aravamudan. Easwardas undertook the rocket assembly and arranged some of those tasks would appear totally unrelated in the beginning, the launch. Aravamudan, whom we called Dan, was in charge of radar, they would, at a later stage, emerge as deeply interconnected. When telemetry and ground support. The launch was smooth and problem- Prof. We obtained excellent flight data and returned with a sense of he asked me, almost in the same breath, to take up studies on a rocket- pride and accomplishment.

    The two things had no apparent connection except in the mind of this great visionary. I When we were relaxing the next evening at the dinner table, we knew that all I had to do was to remain alert and focussed on my purpose, received news of the assassination of President John F Kennedy in and sooner or later, an opportunity to do a challenging job would enter Dallas, Texas.

    We were appalled. The Kennedy years were a significant my laboratory. Sarabhai was ever-willing to try out novel approaches and liked The Soviet Union built missile sites in Cuba, from which it would to draw in young people. He had the wisdom and judgement which have been possible to launch attacks on American cities.

    In my opinion, he was an ideal experimenter offensive missiles to Cuba. America also threatened to respond to any and innovator. When there were alternative courses of action before us, Soviet nuclear attack from Cuba on any country in the Western whose outcome was difficult to predict, or to reconcile varying Hemisphere by retaliating against the USSR.

    After fourteen days of perspectives, Prof. Sarabhai would resort to experimentation to resolve intense drama, the crisis was resolved by the Soviet Premier Khrushchev the issue. A ordering that the Cuban bases be dismantled and the missiles returned bunch of young, inexperienced, but nevertheless energetic and to Russia.

    Sarabhai had a detailed discussion with us on research in particular. It was a great example of leadership by trust.

    He was creating a new frontier in the field of science and technology in India. A new generation, scientists and engineers in their The rocket launch site later blossomed into the Thumba Equatorial 30s and early 40s, was being charged with an unprecedented dynamism. Vikram Sarabhai—had comprehended the full operational sounding rockets were developed.

    These rockets had wide implications of the challenge and had not balked at taking it on. Right ranging capabilities, and to date several hundreds of these rockets have from the day INCOSPAR was formed, he was aware of the need to been launched for various scientific and technological studies.

    It lifted a nominal 7 kg payload produced indigenously. It was soon followed by another, to which With this in view, a wide-ranging programme for scientific and one more solid propellant stage was added to dispatch multi-experiment technological development in rocket fuels, propulsion systems, payloads weighing nearly kg to an altitude of over km. Incidentally, this laboratory has on polyurethane and polybutane polymer.

    It later resulted in the setting produced a large number of Indian space scientists of extremely high up of a Propellant Fuel Complex PFC to manufacture strategic calibre over the years. What is it The development of Indian rockets in the twentieth century can be that distinguishes a sounding rocket from a Satellite Launch Vehicle seen as a revival of the eighteenth century dream of Tipu Sultan.

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    In fact, they are three different kinds of Tipu Sultan was killed, the British captured more than rockets and rockets. Sounding rockets are normally used for probing the near-earth subsystems of rockets in the battle of Turukhanahally in His environment, including the upper regions of the atmosphere. While they army had 27 brigades, called Kushoons, and each brigade had a company can carry a variety of scientific payloads to a range of altitudes, they of rocket men, called Jourks.

    These rockets had been taken to England cannot impart the final velocity needed to orbit the payload. The final stage of a launch vehicle provides the or patent regime. With the death of Tipu, Indian rocketry also met its necessary velocity for a satellite to enter an orbit. This is a complex demise—at least for years. A missile, though belonging to the same family, is a still more complex system. In Meanwhile, rocket technology made great strides abroad.

    Konstantin addition to the large terminal velocity and onboard guidance and control, Tsiolkovsky in Russia , Robert Goddard in USA and it must have the capability to home onto targets. When the targets are Hermann Oberth in Germany gave rocketry new dimensions. With this booty, they started to run fabrication of sounding rockets and their associated on-board systems their deadly arms race with missiles and warheads.

    Sarabhai took the challenge of giving physical dimensions to this dream. Very many individuals with myopic vision questioned the relevance of space activities in a newly independent nation which was finding it difficult to feed its population.

    But neither Prime Minister Nehru nor Prof. Sarabhai had any ambiguity 5 of purpose. Their vision was very clear: They had no intention of using it merely as a means to display our might.

    Sarabhai would openly review the progress of work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution.

    Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. Sarabhai took a series of decisions that were to become the life-mission of many.

    And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion. In the development of payloads for the sounding rockets, instead of getting a certain payload and then engineering it to fit into the rocket, we discussed the matter threadbare with the payload scientists working in different organ-izations and at different locations.

    I may even say that the most significant achievement of the sounding rocket programme was to establish and maintain nation-wide mutual trust. UR Rao, would be engineered by my team to fit into the nose were told rather than use my legitimate authority, Prof.

    Sarabhai assigned cone of the Rohini Rocket. At an altitude of km, the nose cone me the task of providing interface support to payload scientists. Almost would be separated by explosion of pyros triggered by an electronic all physical laboratories in India were involved in the sounding rocket timer.

    With this, the X-ray sensors would be exposed to space for programme, each having its own mission, its own objective and its own collecting the required information about the emissions from stars. These payloads were required to be integrated to the rocket Together, Prof. Oda and Prof. Rao were a unique blend of intellect and structure so as to ensure their proper functioning and endurance under dedication, which one rarely sees.

    One day, when I was working on the flight conditions. We had X-ray payloads to look at stars; payloads fitted integration for Prof. To me they looked flimsy, of the upper atmosphere; sodium payloads to find out wind conditions, but Prof. Oda stuck to his stand that the Indian timers be replaced by its direction and velocity. We also had ionospheric payloads to explore the Japanese ones. I yielded to his suggestion and replaced the timers.

    I not only had to interact with scientists The rocket took off elegantly and attained the intended altitude. Oda was so upset that tears welled up in his eyes.

    I was stunned France, Germany and Japan. He had clearly put his heart and soul into his work. I often read Khalil Gibran, and always find his words full of wisdom. If you are a writer the hazardous sodium and thermite mix. As usual, it was a hot and humid who would secretly prefer to be a lawyer or a doctor, your written words day at Thumba. After the sixth such operation, Sudhakar and I went into will feed but half the hunger of your readers; if you are a teacher who the payload room to confirm the proper filling of the mix.

    Suddenly, a would rather be a businessman, your instructions will meet but half the drop of sweat from his forehead fell onto the sodium, and before we need for knowledge of your students; if you are a scientist who hates knew what was happening, there was a violent explosion which shook science, your performance will satisfy but half the needs of your mission.

    For a few paralysed seconds, I did not know what to do. The The personal unhappiness and failure to achieve results that comes from fire was spreading, and water would not extinguish the sodium fire. But there Trapped in this inferno, Sudhakar, however, did not lose his presence of are exceptions to this like Prof. Oda and Sudhakar, who bring to their mind. He broke the glass window with his bare hands and literally threw work a personal touch of magic based upon their individual character, me out to safety before jumping out himself.

    Sudhakar their hearts. They become so emotionally involved with their work that spent many weeks in the hospital recuperating from the severe burns he any dilution of the success of their effort fills them with grief.

    I remember him as a assembly, testing and evaluation besides building subsystems like payload diminutive man with a towering personality and eyes that radiated housing and jettisonable nose cones. Working with the nose cones led intelligence. His dedication to his work was exemplary. He would bring me, as a natural consequence, into the field of composite materials. That was his subtle way composite bows made of wood, sinew, and horn as early as the eleventh of challenging each one of us to stretch our capabilities.

    The versatility of composites, in the sense that they possess would praise whatever we had accomplished. Whenever he found any very desirable structural, thermal, electrical, chemical and mechanical one of us going over his head and attempting a task for which he did not properties, fascinated me.

    I was so enthused with these man-made have the capability or skill, Prof. Sarabhai would reassign activity in materials that I was in a hurry to know everything about them almost such a way so as to lower pressure and permit better quality work to be overnight.

    I used to read up everything available on related topics. I was performed. Sarabhai wanted to see me urgently in Delhi. In February By now I was accustomed to Prof. Solomon who made the first and lasting impressions on his persona. These various philosophies of life have modeled Kalam, the way he is. Sarabhai; the story of a scientist tested by failures and setbacks; the story of a leader supported by a large team of brilliant and dedicated professionals.

    But this story will end with Kalam, for he has no inheritance in the worldly sense. He has acquired nothing, built nothing, possesses nothing- no family, sons, daughters. For Kalam his father had lived and died as a role model for every penitent and faithful man, who fear the merciful, though HE is unseen and comes before Him with a contrite heart. Throughout the novel we may trace the various philosophical beliefs of Kalam, that have tempered him into the person that he is.

    Kalam says that the conventional world judges by appearances instead of judging appearances. The biggest problem, Indian youth faces, according to kalam is a lack of clarity of vision, a lack of direction. He therefore decided to write about the circumstances and people who made him what he is today; Kalam just wants to say that no one, however poor, underprivileged or small, need feel disheartened about life.

    Problems are a part of life. Suffering is the essence of success. Kalam suggests that, though he himself feels that his life cannot be a rolemodel for anybody; but some poor child living living in an obscure place, in an underprivileged social setting may find a little solace in the way his destiny has been shaped. It could perhaps help such children liberate themselves from the bondage of their illusionary backwardness and helplessness.

    Irrespective of where they are right now, they should be aware that God is with them and when He is with them, who can be against them? He also says, that, the youth of today must de-learn the self defeating way of living life. The culture of working for material possessions and rewards must be discarded. Kalam points that, when he sees wealthy, powerful, learned people struggling to be at peace with themselves, he thinks of people like his father, jainulabdeen, his brother-in-law Jalaluddin, his teacher Iyadurai Solomon Etc.

    These were the people who were very happy, even though they were people with virtually no possessions. These were people who felt so secure, though they had nothing to fall back upon. They drew sustenance from within.

    They relied more on the inner signals and less on the external ones; like wealth, prestige, position, promotion, approval of ones lifestyle by others, ceremonial honors and status symbols of all kinds. One must be aware of the inner signals and trust them.

    One must also have the focus of control over ones life in ones own hands. If we learn to make decision avoiding external pressures, which will constantly try to manipulate and immobilize us, the better or life will be; the better our society will become.

    The entire nation will benefit by having strong, inner directed people as their leaders. A citizenry that thinks for itself, a country in which people know and trust themselves as individuals, would be virtually immune to manipulation by any unscrupulous authority or vested interest.

    Our willingness to use our own inner resources to invest our life, especially our imagination, will bring us success. When we undertake a task from our own uniquely individual standpoint, we will become a person. Life is a difficult game which can be won only by retaining our birthright to be a person. To retain this right we must be willing to take the social or external risks involved in ignoring pressures to do things the way others say they should be done.

    Kalam has always considered the price of perfection prohibitive and allowed mistakes as a part of learning. He prefers a bit of daring and persistence to perfection. Mistakes for Kalam are lessons that one learns on the way to success. To avoid failures one must anticipate them.

    Further he says that it is in the handling of the crises that arise as a consequence, that talent can often be revealed. In the novel Kalam gives the gist of a quote be G. The gist says that all reasonable men adapt themselves to the world.

    Only a few unreasonable men persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves. All progress in the world depends on these unreasonable men and their innovative and often non-conformist actions. For Kalam, a good plan violently executed right now, is far better than a perfect plan executed next week, as said by General George Pattan.

    Kalam is a man, clothed beautifully in his success. He is known as the Missile man of india. His success lies not only in the successful Missile and Space Launch Vehicle tests, but in the fact that through his efforts, some superb teams of Scientists and Engineers have been created. He pins down his achievement as to having created an environment for teams of young people to put their heart and soul into their mission.

    Total commitment is not just hard work; it is total involvement. Building a wall is a back breaking work. There are people who build rock walls all their lives.

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