President's Message

DEVELOPED INDIA
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.
The President of India
“I have three visions for India.
In 3000 years of our history, people from all over the world have come and
invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds. From Alexander onwards.
The Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the
Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours. Yet we have not
done this to any other nation. We have not conquered anyone. We have not
grabbed their land, their culture, their history and tried to enforce our way of life
on them.
Why? Because we respect the freedom of others. That is why my first vision is
that of FREEDOM. I believe that India got its first vision of this in 1857, when we
started the war of independence. It is this freedom that we must protect and
nurture and build on. If we are not free, no one will respect us.
My second vision for India is DEVELOPMENT. For fifty years we have been a
developing nation. It is time we see ourselves as a developed nation. We are
among top 5 nations of the world in terms of GDP. We have 10 percent growth
rate in most areas. Our poverty levels are falling. Our achievements are being
globally recognized today. Yet we lack the self-confidence to see ourselves as a
developed nation, self- reliant and self-assured. Isn’t this incorrect?
I have a THIRD vision.
India must stand up to the world. Because I believe that, unless India stands up
to the world, no one will respect us. Only strength respects strength. We must be
strong not only as a military power but also as an economic power. Both must go
hand-in-hand. My good fortune was to have worked with three great minds. Dr.
Vikram Sarabhai of the Dept. of space, Professor Satish Dhawan, who
succeeded him and Dr.Brahm Prakash, father of nuclear material. I was lucky to
have worked with all three of them closelyand consider this the great opportunity
of my life.
I see four milestones in my career:
Twenty years I spent in ISRO. I was given the opportunity to be the project
director for India’s first satellite launch vehicle, SLV3. The one that launched
Rohini. These years played a very important role in my life of Scientist.
After my ISRO years, I joined DRDO and got a chance to be the part of India’s
guided missile program. It was my second bliss when Agni met its mission
requirements in 1994.
The Dept. of Atomic Energy and DRDO had this tremendous partnership in the
recent nuclear tests, on May 11 and 13. This was the third bliss.
The joy of participating with my team in these nuclear tests and proving to the
world that India can make it, that we are no longer a developing nation but one of
them. It made me feel very proud as an Indian. The fact that we have now
developed for Agni a re-entry structure, for which we have developed this new
material. A Very light material called carbon-carbon. One day an orthopedic
surgeon from Nizam Institute of Medical Sciences visited my laboratory. He lifted
the material and found it so light that he took me to his hospital and showed me
his patients. There were these little girls and boys with heavy metallic calipers
weighing over three Kg. each, dragging their feet around. He said to me: Please
remove the pain of my patients. In three weeks, we made these Floor reaction
Orthosis 300-gram Calipers and took them to the orthopedic center. The children
didn’t believe their eyes. From dragging around a three kg. Load on their legs,
they could now move around! Their parents had tears in their eyes. That was my
fourth bliss!
Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to
recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation.
We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them.
Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining,
self driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only
obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day
after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas
had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture Of a Jewish
gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert land into an orchid and a
granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of
killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among
other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so
NEGATIVE ? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with
foreign things? We want foreign TVs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign
technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that
self-respect comes with self-reliance?
I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my
autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied:
I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to build this
developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is
a highly developed nation.
Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance. Got 10
minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. YOU say that the
phones don’t work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world,
mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say.
What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a
face - OURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best.
In Singapore you don’t throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores.
YOU are as proud of their Underground Links as they are.
You pay $5 (approx. Rs.60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim
Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU comeback to the
Parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or
a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity.
In Singapore you don’t say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn’t dare to eat in
public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your
head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the
telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, “see to it that
my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.” YOU would not dare to speed
beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, “Jaanta hai
sala main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so’s son. Take your
two bucks and get lost.” YOU wouldn’t chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere
other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand. Why
don’t YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo?
Why don’t YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston? We
are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign
system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and
cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an
involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the
same here in India?
Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay,
Mr.Tinaikar, had a point to make. “Rich people’s dogs are walked on the streets
to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,” he said. “And then the same
people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty
pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every
time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job.
Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?” He’s right. We go to the
polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back
wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us
whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up
but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we
going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We
expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the
proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but
we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the
public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women,
dowry, girl child and others, we make loud drawing room Protestations and
continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? “It’s the whole system which
has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons’ rights to a dowry.” So
who’s going to change the system?
What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our
neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the
government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually
making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our
families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and
wait for a Mr. Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep
of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory
and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England.
When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the
Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home
by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country.
Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of
introspection and pricks one’s conscience too....I am echoing J.F.Kennedy’s
words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....
“ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO
MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE
TODAY”
Lets do what India needs from us. Forward this mail to each Indian for a change
instead of sending Jokes or junk mails.
Thank you
Abdul Kalam

The Deaf wife

A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem

The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the Husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."

That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."

Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?" No response. So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Still no response.

Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?" Again he gets no response.

So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response. So he Walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"

"Frank, for the FIFTH time, CHICKEN!"


Courtsey : Namita Chanani

Perfection of living your life

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled
children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career,
while others can be main-streamed into regular schools. At a Chush
fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that
would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and
its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the Perfection in my son Shaya?
Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand
things as other children do.My child cannot remember facts and figures as
other children do.Where is God's perfection?"
The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish and
stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," the father answered, that when
God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is
in the way people react to this child."
He then told the following story about his son, Shaya: One afternoon, Shaya
and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing
baseball. Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shaya's father
knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want
him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his son was chosen
to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging. Shaya's father
approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play.
The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took
matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game
is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put
him up to bat in the ninth inning." Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya
smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short
center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few
runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning,
Shaya's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with
the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the
team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to
win the game? Surprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it
was all but impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, let alone hit with it. However, as Shaya stepped up to the plate,
the
pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least
be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shaya swung clumsily and
missed. One of Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together they held the
bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took
a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came
in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow
ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have
been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the
ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the
first baseman. Everyone started yelling "Shaya, run to first. Run to
first."Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the
baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the
right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second
baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right
fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball
high and far over the Third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second,
run to second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him
deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base,
the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third
base and shouted," Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both
teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya, run home."
Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their
shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won
the game for his team. "That day," said the father softly with tears now
rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's
perfection." Funny how simple it is for people to trash different ways of
living and believing and then wonder why the world is going to hell.
Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread
like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding life choices,
people think twice about sharing. Funny, isn't it? Funny how when you go
to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list
because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you
for sending it to them. Funny how I can be more worried about what others
think of me than what I think of me.