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own destinies. Was I too stubborn or was I excessively
preoccupied with the SLV? Should I not have forgotten for a
while my own affairs in order to listen to her? I regretfully
realised this only when she passed away soon afterwards.
The SLV-3 Apogee rocket, developed as a common
upper stage with Diamont, scheduled to be flight tested in
France was mired in a series of knotty problems. I had to
rush to France to sort them out. Before I could depart, late
in the afternoon, I was informed that my mother had passed
away. I took the first available bus to Nagarcoil. From there,
I travelled to Rameswaram spending a whole night in the
train and performed the last rites the next morning. Both the
people who had formed me had left for their heavenly
abode. The departed had reached the end of their journey.
The rest of us had to continue walking the weary road and
life had to go on. I prayed in the mosque my father had
once taken me to every evening. I told Him that my mother
could not have lived longer in the world without the care and
love of her husband, and therefore had preferred to join
him. I begged His forgiveness. “They carried out the task I
designed for them with great care, dedication and honesty
and came back to me. Why are you mourning their day of
accomplishment? Concentrate on the assignments that lie
before you, and proclaim my glory through your deeds!”
Nobody had said these wo rds, but I heard them loud and
clear. An inspiring aphorism in the Qur’an on the passing
away of souls filled my mind: “Your wealth and children are
only a temptation whereas: Allah! with Him is an eternal
award.” I came out of the mosque with my mind at peace
and proceeded to the railway station. I always remember
that when the call for namaz sounded, our home would
transform into a small mosque. My father and my mother
leading, and their children and grandchildren following.
The next morning I was back at Thumba, physically
exhausted, emotionally shattered, but determined to fulfill
our ambition of flying an Indian rocket motor on foreign soil.
On my return from France, after successfully testing the
SLV-3 apogee motor, Dr Brahm Prakash informed me one
day about the arrival of Wernher von Braun. Everybody
working in rocketry knows of von Braun, who made the
lethal V-2 missiles that devastated London in the Second
World War. In the final stages of the War, von Braun was
captured by the Allied Forces. As a tribute to his genius,
von Braun was given a top position in the rocketry
programme at NASA. Working for the US Army, von Braun
produced the landmark Jupiter missile, which was the first
IRBM with a 3000 km range. When I was asked by Dr
Brahm Prakash to receive von Braun at Madras and escort
him to Thumba, I was naturally excited.
The V-2 missile (an abbreviation of the German word
Vergeltungswaffe) was by far the greatest single
achievement in the history of rockets and missiles. It was
the culmination of the efforts made by von Braun and his
team in the VFR (Society for Space Flight) in the 1920s.
What had begun as a civilian effort soon became an official
army one, and von Braun became the technical director of
the German Missile Laboratory at Kummersdorf. The first
V-2 missile was first tested unsuccessfully in June 1942. It
toppled over on to its side and exploded. But on 16 August
1942, it became the first missile to exceed the speed of
sound. Under the supervision of von Braun, more than
10,000 V-2 missiles were produced between April and
October 1944 at the gigantic underground production unit
near Nordhausen in Germany. That I would be travelling
with this man—a scientist, a designer, a production
engineer, an administrator, a technology manager all rolled