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The spirits dance like fire in the sky. The three cubs—Kallik, Toklo, and Lusa—along with their shape-shifting companion, Ujurak, stand on the edge of the sea-ice under the blazing Northern Lights.
The land has come to an end, but the bears' journey is far from over. Violetshine is ordered to go retrieve supplies from the ShadowClan camp, but wonders if Tree will still be with the Clan when she returns. Alderheart frets about the prophecy that says that they need to be five Clans. More urgent at the moment, however, is the sickness spreading throughout ThunderClan. They move Briarlight to the nursery to keep her away from the sick cats in the medicine den.
Since there's no watermint left in their territory, Alderheart, Sparkpelt, and Twigpaw go on a patrol to retrieve some from the WindClan-RiverClan border WindClan gives permission.
Alderheart visits the RiverClan camp to speak with Mistystar and ask if she'll reconsider reopening her borders - again, they need five Clans, not three - but she insists they will remain closed while RiverClan continues to rebuild. After a frustrating training session, Twigpaw and Finpaw go hunting on their own, and Twigpaw ends up falling in the stream on the WindClan border.
Some WindClan cats take her to Bramblestar, and Twigpaw confesses to him that she's worried about the prophecy. He says it's good that she's concerned, but that there's nothing they can do.
She remains in camp helping out after Sparkpelt falls ill and Fernsong thinks she's too advanced to train with Finpaw, wishes she had kin in the Clan, and wonders how she can prove herself loyal. Half a moon later, Violetshine and Tree who still doesn't seem to fit in well with SkyClan join a patrol through their territory. The two beg to join SkyClan, but Leafstar insists with Tawnypelt's support that they cannot trust cats that followed Darktail willingly, and they are escorted to the border.
The medicine cats minus RiverClan go to the Moonpool at the half moon and share news about the sickness, and discuss the prophecy, not sure how they can turn three Clans back into five. When they share with StarClan, Needletail appears to Alderheart - and other ShadowClanners appear to the other medicine cats - all with the same message: 'The shadows are approaching and must not be dispelled.
Unbeknownst to the medicine cats, Twigpaw was watching them the whole time. After they leave, she goes down take a look at the Moonpool, and dips her nose into it like the medicine cats.
At first she thinks that nothing happened, but then she has a vision of flames roaring through a camp, and Yellowfang snarls that Twigpaw doesn't belong there Twigpaw wonders afterward if Yellowfang meant the Moonpool, or ThunderClan. She knows she'll get into trouble if she tells anyone about having gone to the Moonpool, but she feels like she has to do something to help ShadowClan, and debates whether to tell Violetshine about the medicine cats' dream. A quarter moon later, Leafstar's losing patience with Tree, who insists that he wants to stay in the Clan, but prefers to nap in the sun and just doesn't think he's found his place in the Clan yet.
Violetshine offers to take him hunting, and they find Juniperclaw sneaking toward the old ShadowClan camp. Turns out he was visiting Sleekwhisker and Yarrowleaf, who still haven't left, and they agree to talk to Leafstar again to see if they can convince her to let them stay.
Other ShadowClan cats speak up in support, and Leafstar agrees that they can stay at least until Yarrowleaf's kits are born. At the next Gathering, Leafstar announces her decision about them, and the other Clans also think that they're the 'shadows' the medicine cats' vision referred to that must not be dispelled. Twigpaw does eventually speak to Violetshine, and they and Tree think it will be best to suggest that ShadowClan try to split off into their own Clan again, with Tawnypelt as leader since she'd become ShadowClan's deputy after Tigerheart vanished.
Leafstar is furious at the suggestion, but Hawkwing convinces her to let them at least talk to the ShadowClanners, who are supportive of the idea - Tawnypelt's uncertain, but agrees to think about it as long as StarClan sends Puddleshine a sign confirming Tawnypelt to be the right cat.
Half a moon later, Alderheart stresses over caring for the Clan during their sickness. Leafpool - who had started growing ill upon returning from the Moonpool - is recovering, but Jayfeather and many other cats are still sick. A storm begins, and the Clan starts to prepare just in case a flood begins, like the one in Bramblestar's Storm. Instead of a flood, however, a fire begins when a tree is struck by lightning in the distance.
Bramblestar sends two warriors to check and see what's going on over there. They return with two kittypets, Velvet and Fuzzball, who'd been fleeing the fire at the Twolegplace - the tree had been in Velvet's garden and set her home on fire. Bramblestar agrees to let them stay until the fire is over and their Twolegs have returned. Alderheart assigns the chatty, overenthusiastic Fuzzball as an assistant to Jayfeather which the ill Jayfeather threatens to kill Alderheart for , treats Velvet's wound, and keeps thinking about how pretty she is.
Without warning, the downpour begins again, and lightning strikes another tree, this time closer - on the border of WindClan and RiverClan. Bramblestar leads a patrol to see if any cats need help; Twigpaw is part of it.
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Charles Smeby Jr. 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: in fact, the confinement this, despite being aware of my lack of assertiveness, which probably of electrons in an atom results in enormous velocities of about km came about because of my humble background. 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 buy 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 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.
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