Padma Bhushan award on me. The next important call was
from Prof. Dhawan to congrat-ulate me. I felt blissfully
elated as it was from my guru. I rejoiced with Prof. Dhawan
at his receiving the Padma Vibhushan and I congratulated
him wholeheartedly. I then rang up Dr Brahm Prakash and
thanked him. Dr Brahm Prakash chided me for the formality
and said, “I feel as if my son has got the award.” I was so
deeply touched by Dr Brahm Prakash’s affection that I
could no longer keep my emotions in check.
I filled my room with the music of Bismillah Khan’s
shehnai. The music took me to another time, another place.
I visited Rameswaram and hugged my mother. My father
ran his caring fingers through my hair. My mentor,
Jallaluddin, announced the news to the crowd gathered on
Mosque Street. My sister, Zohara, prepared special sweets
for me. Pakshi Lakshmana Sastry put a tilak on my
forehead. Fr. Solomon blessed me holding the holy cross. I
saw Prof. Sarabhai smiling with a sense of achievement—
the sapling which he had planted twenty years ago had
finally grown into a tree whose fruits were being
appreciated by the people of India.
My Padma Bhushan evoked mixed reactions at VSSC.
While there were some who shared my happiness, there
were others who felt I was being unduly singled out for
recognition. Some of my close associates turned envious.
Why do some people fail to see the great values of life
because of sadly twisted thought processes? Happiness,
satisfaction, and success in life depend on making the right
choices, the winning choices. There are forces in life
working for you and against you. One must distinguish the
beneficial forces from the malevolent ones and choose
correctly between them.
An inner voice told me that the time had come for a long
felt, but ignored, need for renewal. Let me clean my slate
and write new ‘sums’. Were the earlier sums done
correctly? Evaluating one’s own progress in life is not an
easy task. Here the student has to set his own questions,
seek his own answers and evaluate them to his own
satisfaction. Judgement aside, eighteen years at ISRO was
too long a stay to leave without pain. As for my afflicted
friends, the lines by Lewis Carroll seemed very
appropriate:
You may charge me with murder –
Or want of sense
(We are all of us weak at times):
But the slightest approach to a false pretence
Was never among my crimes!
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