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My Journey_ Transforming Dreams Into Actions - Kalam a p j Abdul - Download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online. my journey. Download PDF My Journey: Transforming Dreams Into Actions, PDF Book Details Author: A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Pages: Publisher: Rupa. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Born on 15 October , at Rameswaram in Tamil Nadu, My Journey: Transforming Dreams into Actions - Kindle edition by A.P.J. Abdul Kalam. My Journey: Transforming Dreams Into Actions is the life story of India's eleventh President, Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam, who started off as an.
In this series of anecdotes and profiles, Dr Kalam looks back on key moments in his past—some small and some momentous—and tells the reader how each of them inspired him profoundly. With warmth and affection, he talks about the people who left a deep impression on him as he was growing up and as an adult, and the lessons he drew from his interactions with them. He describes those who have been the closest to him—his father with his deep love of God, his mother and her great kindness, his mentors who helped shape his thoughts and outlook. There are heart-warming accounts here of his childhood years spent in a small town by the Bay of Bengal and the many struggles and sacrifices made on the path to becoming a scientist and then the President of India. Dr Kalam also writes about the times when failure and dejection nearly overtook him and how he prevailed over those obstacles by drawing strength from books and spirituality. Nostalgic, honest, and deeply personal, My Journey is the story of a life as rich as it is unusual—and the beautiful lessons to be learnt from it. Dr Kalam became the eleventh President of India on 25 July
My mother was a gentle. My Mother! My growing up years. She was a devout Muslim. Sea waves. I have not eaten sambar that balances the tart and the spicy tastes as delicately as hers did. Later that night. Amma will never say no to you. Such was the Indian concept of hospitality once upon a time. My father had his own small business besides being the imam of the mosque. My mother. Providing for everyone was always a stretch on the resources. My mother and grandmother did their best to tide over those days.
It was not a time of plenty for anyone. I picked up my banana leaf plate and walked away to wash up. I sat at my place on the floor and ate with great relish as she rolled out one fresh chapatti after another. Almost daily. When I had finally had my fill. We ate off banana leaves. One of my earliest memories is of eating with my mother.
Now that I think about it. Ours was a middle-class family. In these circumstances. We had a good steady income from my father's businesses—his coconut groves and ferry business—but that just about covered our expenses.
I was a hungry little boy after all. I feel that she cooked and served for as many—if not more—guests as there were members of the household. They kept coming and I kept eating. I stared uncomprehendingly at him. Our family consisted of my siblings and I. She had a large family to look after and that was where most of her energy went.
I wrote a poem called 'My Mother'. Mine was a happy. Her realm of work remained the home and the family. I left home fairly early in life. I have described how I took the job of a newspaper delivery boy. Before I could stop them. My eyes were still closed. When I had to leave. I remember I fell asleep with my head in her lap. Early in the morning. I was in the thick of building the SLV-3 rocket.
I cried to myself. When I once questioned her. She never once asked me to stay back. I knew that many times my mother decreased her own share so that I could have enough. Her fingers ran tenderly through my hair.
My father lived to the age of But she did not stop her caresses. His passing away affected me deeply. She did not make a career in the way we think of it nowadays. When he passed away. Should I have done so? Should I not have been so preoccupied with my work. You have so much to do all through the day. What a lesson that was for me to never forget the needs of those around me! Her love drove her to share her food with me without a second thought.
She sat quietly. She knew exactly what was giving rise to those tears—the extreme tiredness of a boy suddenly trying to be a man. Among all my siblings. But her generosity and caring spirit stayed in my heart always.
I could not remain my mother's little boy for too long. It is this lesson that I have carried from her life—that it does not matter how large or small your sphere of activity is. After I received the news of her passing. My mother saw me off and would be waiting for me to come back an hour or two later. I could never again eat without making sure there was enough to go around—especially for my mother and grandmother.
Unknown to me. They dropped on to my folded knees and seeped into my mother's sari. I have asked myself this. It was perhaps fitting that she would not live long alone.
This simple lady. In all this. As a result. This is what mothers look out for. My mother passed away soon after my father did. She did not step out of the house and take part in the affairs of the town. I came home from my work at Thumba and sat by my mother for a long time. As I went from place to place during the daytime.
I was always given precedence in taking a place by her. The two people who had created me. My day began well before dawn. It was perhaps because I was a bit of a dreamer even then.
But I knew one could not have lived long without the other. Zohra had married Jalalluddin. I was not as boisterous as my companions.
Jalalluddin recognized the fact that I would soon outgrow the school in Rameswaram. He indulged my curiosities and did his best to find answers to the questions I asked. Nothing would stop her little brother. My parents had saved and got some pieces of gold jewellery made for her. My life took its course. In the intervening years. There was always a tree to climb.
My sister. How could they afford to pay the sum of that was the admission fee at MIT? While today this may seem like a very small amount. I would have to live out the rest of my life without their guidance. Zohra looked out for me as much as she could so that the soft innocence of her little brother was not destroyed.
Like my mother. The azaan from that mosque once used to bring all of us together—our parents leading all the children in the prayers. Now it is a sweet reminder of a beautiful childhood. We were a happy bunch of children—squabbling and then making up.
He had studied up to middle grade. In fact. He came like a breath of fresh air to the tiny community. Zohra was determined that I give wings to my aspirations and Jalalluddin remained my mentor. Besides my own brothers and sisters. Our household was still dependent on the earnings from the businesses started by my father.
That was when I saw the true grit in my sister. He discussed with my father the need to send me to Ramanathapuram. I was always full of questions about the things I saw around me—why do birds fly.
Jalalluddin took a great liking to me. She went to school and studied. He stayed close by and became a part of the daily life of the family very quickly. The bond of mother and daughter changed into that of friendship as they toiled for the family. When I was quite young. The two of them were the biggest supporters of my dreams and ambitions. She grew up as many girls in her circumstances did.
This woman is a person who cannot be cowed down too long by her circumstances. I was deeply touched by her gesture. She kept faith in my abilities—that I would qualify as an engineer.
She was as efficient. Indian households. Where are her own dreams. Her gold bangles and chain were mortgaged. At the time of need Zohra had the solution to the problem. Zohra lived out her life in Rameswaram.
Without a moment's further thought. She knew that her brother would work hard. I eventually did do so by studying hard and earning a scholarship. It was one of the most selfless things anyone had ever done for me.
I vowed at the time to release her jewellery from mortgage as soon as I started earning. She will think of her father. Many times she thinks of the ambitions of her husband. She will have to worry and compromise. I wonder? Zohra announced that she would use the pieces as guarantee with a moneylender and borrow the sum required for my admission.
My father was a pious man who followed every rule of worship—not just outwardly but as a deeply felt need within him.
Our first halt would be the Shiva temple. For him. The town would be busy at the time. What I remember most distinctly from the time are our walks around Rameswaram town. As we made our way with the pilgrims and I watched them perform their rituals. We would talk about the boat. Seeing the respect with which he was treated by the townspeople.
It could not be. Our conversations gradually took other turns. As days turned into years and both of us grew older. But I also secretly wondered if my friend had a special connection that allowed him to see God everywhere. Saying the namaz and every other form of prayer was as much a part of his being as breathing or eating.
Amongst these people. I know what I would do. Our relationship took on more depth. God was almost like a friend. Jalalluddin's relationship with God was slightly different from the one I was used to seeing in my father. Jalalluddin became my brother-in-law—he married my sister Zohra.
We would set out almost every evening starting from Mosque Street. I too wanted to be like him and study as much as possible. But he was also among the few in Rameswaram with some knowledge of the English language.
When I was still a young boy. Jalalluddin was not very highly educated. From there an unusual friendship grew between me—a little boy—and Jalalluddin—a much older. I found it harder and harder to tear myself away from that place by the beach where the boat was being built.
As each plank of wood was slotted into its place and the outline of the boat became clearer. I was fascinated with the way the boat was taking shape. They are like the sun that warms the face and the winds that embrace. He talked to God. To these mentors I am always grateful and remember them more and more each day. Unlike the other adults. One such person in my life was Ahmed Jalalluddin.
As they said their prayers. I was convinced that the one who heard everyone out was a common entity. Was it possible that in this serene atmosphere of Rameswaram the prayers of so many of the faithful. He had been able to complete his education till the eighth standard only. On his part. I would spend time in remembering these people who shaped my life.
I missed my family. Jalalluddin was among the first to encourage me to break away from the confines of Rameswaram. They could then draw these out from within me and help me set my life's goals. He would tell me that I needed to control these emotions in order to fulfil my desires for a better education.
In those days I had an insatiable interest to learn more about everything. Whenever I felt homesick and sad. I now think that Jalalluddin not only held my hands and taught me to walk tall in this world.
They were men who saw only the good in me and had implicit faith in my following the correct path always. I was overcome by my sentiments and my love for them and tears filled my eyes.
I grew into a man with my own ideas and creative thought processes under his influence—an influence that remained with me even when I moved far away from him and my family. My trepidation about travelling abroad was reflected in their anxiety about being in a big city like Bombay. How can I forget the day when he and Samsuddin accompanied me to Bombay now Mumbai.
Jalalluddin and Samsuddin saw me off at Santa Cruz airport. I plied him with more and more queries and he would answer me as patiently as he could and with as much knowledge as he had gathered. I have often pondered the question: How much does the environment play a part and how much of it is inborn? If I look back at my life. At that time it was Jalalluddin who instilled in me the power of positive thinking. When I wanted to continue my studies in a bigger school in a different town.
They were not sophisticated. For a boy who had not known life outside the place where I had grown up. I recall seeing them at the airport gate.
At every stage of my life. They often knew my questions and ambitions even before I had been able to articulate them to my own self. As I grew up. We shall always be proud of you. And from my closest friends—Jalalluddin and my other cousin. Through the mist of the tears I held on to them.
I thought of him and his words. Samsuddin—I learnt to recognize the fact that every human carries something special within himself. These men were the ones who saw a spark in me and encouraged and nurtured me. From my parents I learnt honesty. He opened my eyes when he talked about so many things that lay outside the purview of our daily lives—nature.
He picked me up when I faltered. I can put a finger on specific qualities that were transmitted to me from those closest to me. The grief of losing his son-in-law seemed to have shifted something within him. I met my father. He brought about change and shaped the minds of those around him with the sheer power of his love.
We will go when our time will come. He has made the night for us to rest. I felt that he had really aged. We put our dear friend and son to rest.
Jalalluddin was not of the age for this. When I got the news I was dumbstruck. I made preparations to leave for Rameswaram. And the whole time I could not find the tears to shed at his going. Finally I gathered myself together. With Jalalluddin. He could have made them constant. When I closed my eyes. For the first time I noticed that he. I felt myself to be completely alone. After the burial. In my shock I remember speaking words that made little sense. With her was my little niece Mehboob.
I could not think. It was as if I was walking in a daze. He said to me. Had it been His will. How could this have happened? How could we all be alive. Death is not something to be afraid of. I saw him walking with me on the sandy shores of our little town. But He makes the sun their guide. It was a deep shock for me. Gone forever was the boy who needed to be guided.
I was lucky that I found him so near to me and that he chose to grasp my hands when he did in order to make me the man I would become one day. As I travelled back home. There are such remarkable men in every city and village in this country. Perhaps there comes a time in each of our lives when we finally leave our childhood selves behind—and this was mine.
My friend Ahmed Jalalluddin was an ordinary man for many. I reached home to find my sister grieving piteously. Nothing happens that has not been ordained by Allah and in Him we will have to keep our trust and faith. But my friend and mentor Ahmed Jalalluddin was also a remarkable man. Then he straightened up and smiled. I have been part of ventures that have contributed to the growth of our nation in the field of science and technology.
This is dismal work and I am disappointed that someone with your talent has come up with work like this. These lessons are well worth recounting and remembering. I sensed a presence in the room. Then patting me on the back.
I stood by. Where earlier the components of my design were floating in my head. I want to see a flawless configuration drawing by Monday evening. While I was putting my final touches to it. I was in charge of coming up with the aerodynamic design. The concentrated work I put in seemed to brush away all the cobwebs of the mind.
We were all keen to impress our professors with our project. I still remember the way his eyebrows crinkled as he looked at the paper spread out in front of him. The professor shook his head some more and told me that I had to redo the entire design.
I didn't know how long he had been standing there. I was working like a man possessed. Without it I would have to stop my studies. They kept an eye on the progress and after a few days. The scholarship was the only way I could afford to be in college. Then he straightened up and his next words stunned me. He looked critically at my work for many minutes.
We worked very hard for weeks. He turned stern eyes on me and continued. If you are unable to do so. I firmly believe that unless one has tasted the bitter pill of failure. To my amazement. I agreed shamefacedly. My own ambitions. Then he broke the next bad news.
Since our other course work was over at the time. When I showed it to him. It was unthinkable that the future could turn so bleak with a few words spoken by my professor. I skipped dinner and remained at the drawing board through the night. There are many achievements to look back upon—some of my own doing and some where I had the privilege to be part of teams.
Not only was I supposed to do the work again. I had to finish it in three days! One of the earliest such episodes from my life happened when I was a student of aeronautics at MIT. I took a short break to eat and freshen up. I had always been the star pupil in any class and had never ever been pulled up by a teacher for anything. I have seen great heights of success. By the next morning. This feeling of embarrassment and shame was a new experience for me. It was the professor.
My design teacher there was Professor Srinivasan. My teammates were designing all the other components. Professor Srinivasan asked to see the design I had created. I got to work right away. I have also had the privilege of occupying the highest office in the country. By Sunday evening. I have seen both sides of the coin and have learnt life's toughest lessons when I have stared into the pit of despair that failure brings with it. As your teacher. And second. I had wanted this job for so long and so deeply that I was determined yet anxious.
I realized that along with qualifications and engineering knowledge. Little did I know that even tougher lessons were to follow. I still remember the ache in my heart as I attempted to make sense of what had happened. Finally the results were announced.
I was confident and the interview was an easy one. I received interview calls from both. When I emerged as a graduate aeronautical engineer from HAL. As I made my way from Madras to north India for the interviews. I had to push you to your limits so that you could recognize your own true potential. I did this by trying to communicate with different people from all kinds of backgrounds. That day I learnt two lessons: My first close sight of an aircraft had been at MIT. By now I was very sure that I wanted a career in flying.
After MIT. When a. When I had first moved from Rameswaram to the bigger cities for my studies. I had failed to realize my dream of becoming an air force pilot. I have worked on many tough assignments. I had chosen aeronautical engineering as my area of study because of my fascination for flying. I got two job opportunities. I started my working life. The first was in Dehra Dun and the second in Delhi.
I should mention that at the time. They represented for me man's ability to think beyond his boundaries. I had to work hard to develop some assertiveness in my personality. I was just beginning to understand how to conduct myself in the wider world. I gave it my best. I set an impossible deadline—yet you have met it with work that I can only call outstanding. I was a shy. I played this dream over and over again in my mind. To return to my interview at the Air Force Selection Board.
I set forth with great hope in my heart. There were only eight places available. Physical fitness and an articulate manner were what they were seeking. They had held a special fascination for me.
There I learnt a lot about aircraft and their design and technology. I was finally on the threshold of becoming a pilot!
The journey from Tamil Nadu to Dehra Dun was a long one—not just geographically but also in terms of the distance I would travel from my humble origins to the prize that lay in the foothills of the Himalayas—a place in the air force as a pilot.
Over the years I had nurtured the hope to be able to fly. I had stood ninth in a batch of twenty-five. It was not easy and there were many moments of frustration and disappointment. I walked around for a while till I reached the edge of a cliff. I ruminated long about this as I went back to Delhi. I only fleetingly wondered how he knew about my sadness before I embarked on an explanation of the recent developments in my life. I reached Rishikesh the next morning. I am sure almost every person who sets out with a goal has had to face unexpected obstacles.
His next words were some of the most profound I had ever heard. Sadhus were seated all around. I had been told about the Sivananda Ashram that was located a little way up a hill. You are not destined to become an air force pilot. We only need to find them and move on with our lives. Like me. I was granted an audience with Swami Sivananda himself.
I understood now that there was plenty of other work to be done. My being a Muslim did not affect him in any way. I gave up my dream of making a career out of flying. And it is only when we are faced with failure do we realize that these resources were always there within us. He listened calmly and then washed away my anxieties with a smile of deep peacefulness. I decided to go to Rishikesh for a few days and seek a new way forward.
I could not bear to be indoors after seeing the result. What you are destined to become is not revealed now but it is predetermined. I hoped that one among them would be able to answer the questions that troubled me and soothe my worries. Plans needed to be changed and priorities reassessed. I had to go out for air and be in the open. We've had to rethink our goals. His feeble yet deep voice still resonates when I think of them: I was sure.
I walked there. When we tackle obstacles. Each setback teaches us a new facet of life and something about our own personalities. As I entered I felt a strange vibration. I stood there looking down at the shimmering waters of a lake and wondered what I should do next.
In this way I started my working life. Forget this failure. I took a dip in the Ganga—a river I had heard so much about.
This failure. The place where I went for all such transactions was called More Market in Madras. One person in particular who helped me out once by not downloading a book comes to mind. Walter Scott and Thomas Hardy. I am invariably asked one question: Even though modern life has changed many of our habits. He had introduced me to many writers and helped me become a voracious reader by providing me with many interesting and uplifting books. That day. I am reminded of a story about Albert Einstein.
From newspapers and magazines to books. But if I were asked to name those that are most dear to me. Then he came up with an idea that was brilliant in its simplicity and solved all my problems! Why didn't I leave the book with him as a sort of mortgage? He would loan me the amount he would have paid me for it. Max Talmud. When I had the money I could return the amount to him and take back my book. I had recently become interested in Russian literature.
I discovered the works of Leo Tolstoy. When he was twelve. Their words breathe meaning into many situations. I was now able to go home and not lose my book.
There was one shop which I always visited. I have also come across many book lovers who have fanned my love of books. They are like friends who have led me by the hand and guided me through life. This shows. Over the years I have read innumerable books. I saw no way out other than selling the book I was reading in order to tide over this monetary crisis.
But what interested me most was a narrow area towards the rear where second-hand books were bought and sold. He could see that I did not want to part with the book. They are also getting educated and improving their ways of thinking and sharpening their powers of understanding.
I would mention three.
It was a covered shopping area where all manner of goods were available. Reading helps to build these invaluable qualities and the habit of reading can never be encouraged enough. I discovered some when I was very young. At the time. He promised not to sell it to anyone in the meantime! My happiness knew no bounds at this sudden change in my fortunes. This happened in Madras many years back.
The settings of the stories were completely alien to me. This book opened the young Einstein's mind to concepts of pure thought and how to explore universal truths. After this I discovered the works of certain philosophers and started taking an interest in reading about science.
I think. Needless to say. It is heartening that with the growth of the literacy rate in India. For me personally. Here is a kural that is particularly dear to my heart: Ulluvathellam uyarvullal matratu Tallinum tellamai nirttut Think of rising higher. I first came across this book in In it. There has hardly been an occasion when the works mentioned in the book have not brought me solace in my hours of sadness. I was very nervous about the interview and did not know what to expect.
After I had worked for a while as an aeronautical engineer in Bangalore. Considered a classic inspirational work. Written by Thiruvalluvar more than 2. The Koran. I consider the book to be my companion. His description of the human body—how it is an intelligent. To me. Just to illustrate how these texts can provide insight into any aspect of life.
I got to work with many people who helped build it and give it shape. When I look at the way the organization has grown and the kind of service it has. My copy of the book has been bound and rebound so many times that I was delighted when a friend found a new edition and gifted it to me some years ago. If I am ever in danger of being swept away by my own emotions. Even if your object be not attained.
India's space programme grew and with it. It is a work that truly elevates the mind. I have studied these and tried to find the answers to questions that have appeared in my mind through my life.
The next book that I would like to mention is called Man the Unknown by the Nobel laureate and doctor-turned-philosopher Alexis Carrel. Religious texts of different religions have influenced me greatly.
The first is called Light from Many Lamps.
My connection with the Indian Space Research Organisation goes back right to the time of its inception.
The second work that has been influential in my thinking is the Thirukural. Let it be your only thought. This work talks about almost every aspect of life and is considered to be one of the most important pieces of work in Tamil literature.
Lights from Many Lamps contains the writings of various authors. I think this work should be read by everyone. The editor has compiled inspiring stories written by different writers. A colleague. It told me that the passing away of souls is inevitable and the only constant is God: With Him is eternal award. When I lost my parents within the span of a year. Samuel Taylor Coleridge's words described my state of mind the best: Day after day.
Till what is wrong be right! And when work was an endless cycle of back-breaking hours. When its work is done. But after some time this line from the Koran came to me.
Let craft. The works of T. In my endeavours in the scientific arena. I am reminded of a shloka from the Gita which says: I have had to work trying to meet impossible deadlines. Till weakness turn to might. Allah guides His light to whom He will. Be quenched in Reason's night. He told me once. Group Captain Narayanan. Lewis Carroll and William Butler Yeats have played out in my mind over and over again.
Till what is dark be light. I remember praying at the mosque in Rameswaram. The words from the Holy Koran ring in my ears when I think of them: Try to be like the flower. As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean Often. I worked with many brilliant and dedicated engineers and leaders. I once wrote this poem on books that I often read out to young people.
They know when to enter my mind. In this age of quick and easy communication. It sums up my feelings for the written word: Books were always my friends Last more than fifty years Books gave me dreams Dreams resulted in missions Books helped me confidently take up the missions Books gave me courage at the time of failures Good books were for me angels Touched my heart gently at the time Hence I ask young friends to have books as friends Books are your good friends.
They are all like old friends—familiar. These are just some of the writers and works that have influenced me deeply. They are also with me in my deepest. They also deeply impact our souls.
The laboratory was now nothing short of an inferno. These were jobs that put the teams and me under immense pressure and the stakes were very high. He broke open the glass window of the payload room with his bare hands. India's first indigenous missile. When that happens. In front of our horrified eyes. SLV-3 failed on its first launch and the Agni project. In a matter of seconds a fire broke out from the explosion.
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No notes for slide. My journey transforming dreams into actions read [pdf] 1. My Journey: Book Details Author: Abdul Kalam Pages: Rupa Publications Brand: English ISBN: Publication Date: Description From a small boy growing up in Rameswaram, to becoming the country's eleventh President, A. Abdul Kalam's life has been a tale of extraordinary determination, courage, perseverance and the desire to excel. In this series of anecdotes and profiles, Dr Kalam looks back on key moments in his past-some small and some momentous-and tells the reader how each of them inspired him profoundly.
With warmth and affection, he talks about the people who left a deep impression on him as he was growing up and as an adult, and the lessons he drew from his interactions with them. He describes those who have been the closest to him-his father with his deep love of God, his mother and her great kindness, his mentors who helped shape his thoughts and outlook.
There are heart-warming accounts here of his childhood years spent in a small town by the Bay of Bengal and the many struggles and sacrifices made on the path to becoming a scientist and then the President of India.
Dr Kalam also writes about the times when failure and dejection nearly overtook him and how he prevailed over those obstacles by drawing strength from books and spirituality. Nostalgic, honest, and deeply personal, My Journey is the story of a life as rich as it is unusual-and the beautiful lessons to be learnt from it.
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