Emancipators
O
n Republic Day 1990, the nation celebrated the success
of its missile programme. I was conferred the Padma
Vibhushan along with Dr Arunachalam. Two of my other
colleagues—
JC Bhattacharya and RN Agarwal—were also
decorated with the Padma Shree awards. It was the first
time in the history of free India that so many scientists
affiliated to the same organization found their names on the
awards list. Memories of the Padma Bhushan awarded a
decade ago came alive. I still lived more or less as I had
lived then—in a room ten feet wide and twelve feet long,
furnished mainly with books, papers and a few pieces of
hired furniture. The only difference was at that time, my
room was in Trivandrum and now it was in Hyderabad. The
mess bearer brought me my breakfast of idlis and
buttermilk and smiled in silent congratulation for the award.
I was touched by the recognition bestowed on me by my
countrymen. A large number of scientists and engineers
leave this country at their first opportunity to earn more
money abroad. It is true that they definitely get greater
monetary benefits, but could anything compensate for this
love and respect from one’s own countrymen?
I sat alone for a while in silent contemplation. The sand and
shells of
Rameswaram, the care of Iyadurai Solomon in
Ramanathapuram, the guidance of Rev. Father Sequeira in
Trichi and Prof. Pandalai in Madras, the encouragement of
Dr Mediratta in Bangalore, the hovercraft ride with Prof.
Menon, the pre-dawn visit to the Tilpat Range with Prof.
Sarabhai, the healing touch of Dr Brahm Prakash on the
day of the SLV3 failure, the national jubilation on the SLV-3
launch, Madam Gandhi’s appreciative smile, the post-SLV-
3 simmering at VSSC, Dr Ramanna’s faith in inviting me to
DRDO, the IGMDP, the creation of RCI, Prithvi, Agni...a
flood of memories swept over me. Where were all these
men now? My father, Prof. Sarabhai, Dr Brahm Prakash? I
wished I could meet them and share my joy with them. I felt
the paternal forces of heaven and the maternal and cosmic
forces of nature embrace me as parents would hug their
long-lost child. I scribbled in my diary:
Away! fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
Work claimed my wakeful nights, my busy days
Albeit brought memories of Rameswaram shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
A fortnight later, Iyer and his team celebrated the
awards for the missile programme with the maiden flight of
Nag. They repeated the feat again on the very next day,
thus testing twice over the first Indian all-composite
airframe and the propulsion system. These tests also
proved the worth of the indigenous thermal batteries.
India had achieved the status of having a third
generation anti-tank missile system with ‘fire-and-forget’
capability—on par with any stateof-the-art technology in the
world. Indigenous composite technology had achieved a
major milestone. The success of Nag also confirmed the
efficacy of the consortium approach, which had led to the
successful development of Agni.
Nag uses two key technologies—an Imaging Infra Red
(IIR) system and a Millimetric Wave (MMW) seeker radar
as its guiding eye. No single laboratory in the country
possessed the capability of developing these highly