A TRIBUTE TO
Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
“My Story-
The story of the son of Jainulabudeen, who lived for over a hundred years on
Mosque Street in Rameswaram Island and died there;
The story of a lad who sold newspapers to help his brother;
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.
This story will end with me, for I have no belongings in the worldly sense. I
have acquired nothing, built nothing, posses nothing-no family, sons, daughters.”
-A.P.J. ABDUL KALAM
BHARAT has lost a Ratna, but the light from this jewel will guide each and every
one of us towards A.P.J. Abdul Kalam’s dream destination: INDIA, as a knowledge
superpower in the first rank of nations. Our scientist, President and one who was
genuinely loved and admired across the masses. He never measured success by material possessions. For him, the counterpoint to poverty was the wealth of
knowledge, in both its scientific and spiritual manifestations. As a hero, he shifted
horizons; and as a seer of the spirit, he sought to liberate doctrine from the narrow
confines of partisan tension to the transcendental space of harmony.
Every great life is a prism, and we bathe in those rays th ]