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This is how I wish to live…
…this is how I would love to be!
Having gone through an Aviation Medical Examiner and an FAA Certified Examiner at 85 years old, I know it is possible.
I finally caught up with my Sport Aviation magazines. This one is old… from August 2013 issue of the Sport Aviation Magazine. And you guessed right: It is Flying Lessons by Lane Wallace entitled: Travels in Space Time.
Who wouldn’t love to be in that cockpit with Steve Whitman at age 90 years, in a Tailwind aircraft, who had his license signed by none other than Orville Wright back in 1928. Or who wouldn’t die to be with Bill Anders and Gene Cernan over the Nevada desert, as they discussed their flight path to the Moon…
I totally understand the awe that Lane felt between space and time.
It is something I have struggled with in my own little ways: the…
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I do this because …. I must… for nothing less is acceptable!
If I could breathe more, I would
If I could eat more, I would
If I could fly more, hell I definitely would!
I gazed skyward, apprehensive yet unable to snatch my eyes away. The massive shape with lights in the night sky looked ominous. The sound loud and scary. Alone, on the terrace of my two-story home I watched. On the one hand I wanted to dash downstairs and hide behind my mother’s sari, on the other hand I watched fascinated at this massive shape, zooming by in the night sky with lights illuminated, resplendent. I was 10 years old and that was the first memory I had of viewing an airplane in the sky.
“You have to be the prime minister’s son or really rich to fly airplanes,” was what I heard throughout my childhood. “Flying is not for the common man.” The only person that we knew of who was a pilot, was the then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi’s son. I returned daily to watch the airplane, as it made its way to land at the nearby airport, and slowly the fear was replaced by amazement of this man-made creation that flew and soared like the birds.
I devoured any books I could lay my hands on flying at the local British library. Television was just gaining popularity in India and I glued myself to all BBC programs. It was one afternoon while watching a program about airplane crashes on takeoff, that my fate was decided. While the details of the exact program are vague in my mind, that was the precise turning moment in my life. When I silently acknowledged to myself that I wanted to be an Aeronautical Engineer.
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My favorite time of the year… Happy Fall!
Who knew that the University of Maryland would suddenly become the hotbed of pioneering aviation? While I have been remiss in discussing pioneers or pioneering feats in aviation featuring helicopters—I am a huge fan—let’s take a look at what some aviation engineers have accomplished at the home of the Terrapins, the University of Maryland. The […]
Seeking motivation from what I enjoy most!
The very first entry in my log book reads: Intro Flight.
Sixteen years and one month ago from today, I flew my very first flight: Aug 19, 1998. I flew a total of 0.7 hrs in a Cessna 152.
But much before this, I flew in a glider a few years ago. Although I have yearned and thought about flying since I was a teenager, I didn’t imagine or realize it was possible! I flew in a glider with a friend much before I finally decided, I could afford to learn to fly.
It was not until 2 years later that I could seriously afford the cost of flying.
Since then there was no looking back!
Here’s to a lot more years of flying!