Warm greetings to Prime Minister @narendramodi in his 76th birthday. Wishing him a very happy day and a healthy and fulfilling year ahead. My best wishes to him on this occasion for continued public service to our beloved nation. 🇮🇳
@JaipurDialogues@narendramodi He strides the Nation as a collosus, an undisputed and benevolent monarch. Admired by world leaders as the longest serving elected head of government, he has earned the love Indians and of the people of Indian origin settled abroad. A Divine dispensation it appears.
As I am about to begin my Uzbekistan visit, I am very happy to see the enthusiasm of my young friends from Uzbekistan, beautifully expressed in this video.
What makes it even more special is the fact that they did it in Hindi and they did it so well!
Laid the foundation stone for the Sri Sri Ravishankar Vidya Mandir and the Sri Sri Panchakarma & Tattva Centre at the EBG Group campus in Ongole, Andhra Pradesh.
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@ShashiTharoor@FloVadodara Joining young India in the right direction is the job of leaders of your caliber. Modi's caliber. Sink differences in the larger interest, seeing the big picture. Miss not the wood for the trees.
In Vadodara this evening, a terrific packed house at FICCI-FLO @FloVadodara for a substantive dialogue on life, literature, Gen-Z, politics and more. The moderator, Nandini Tandon, came well-prepared, the audience listened with rapt attention and the open Q&A was lively & stimulating
The global aviation community was stunned. The Americans who built the plane were left speechless. Indian engineers & a fearless pilot had taken a foreign cargo plane, bolted a fighter engine to its roof & rewritten the rules of physics in the sky.
It is July 23, 1962. The jagged, barren wasteland of the Karakoram Range looks like the surface of the moon. In the valley below, a crude, unpaved strip of dirt & loose gravel sits frozen in the Karakoram Pass. This is Daulat Beg Oldie (DBO): the highest advanced landing ground on Earth.
Tensions with China are simmering to a boil. The Indian Army jawans stationed on this freezing frontier are completely cut off. They need men, they need ammunition & they need them yesterday. But conventional military wisdom says flying a massive, heavy transport plane into DBO is a suicide mission.
The air is too thin to create lift. The dirt strip is too short to stop.
The Western aviation world had already given its verdict: Impossible. They did not account for Indian ingenuity & they certainly did not account for Squadron Leader C.K.S. Raje.
On the tarmac at Jammu, a twin-boom Fairchild C-119G Packet transport plane affectionately known as the "Flying Boxcar" idles. But this is not a standard American-built cargo plane anymore. Perched precariously on top of its fuselage, like a rocket backpack, is a raw, unshielded British-designed Orpheus 701 jet engine, ripped straight out of a Folland Gnat fighter jet.
This mechanical chimera is the brainchild of Indian maintenance engineers & the fledgling GTRE. It is an unproven, terrifying gamble. If the jet engine fails/if its immense thrust rips the roof off the fuselage, the plane will disintegrate. Climbing into the cockpit is Squadron Leader Raje. Walking in right behind him are 32 battle-ready jawans loaded with full gear & Air Vice Marshal Erlic Pinto, the chief of Western Air Command, who refuses to let his men take a risk he will not take himself.
The props blur into motion. The piston engines roar. The modified Packet lifts off, heavily clawing its way toward the roof of the world. As Raje navigates the treacherous Himalayan peaks, the true nightmare begins. The air is so thin that the Packet’s twin piston engines begin to gasp for oxygen, losing power. The control columns vibrate violently. Below them, DBO appears, a tiny, dusty brown ribbon surrounded by lethal mountain walls.
There are no air traffic controllers, no radar, no paved runways. Just a strip of loose earth.
Raje throttles back. The massive plane drops like a stone through the thin air, bouncing violently as its tires slam into the gravel of DBO. Dust explodes around the fuselage. The brakes screech, fighting the loose rocks, throwing the passengers forward against their harnesses. Against all mathematical odds, they stop. The doors fly open. The icy Himalayan wind rushes in & 32 jawans step out onto the highest battlefield on earth.
But landing was only half the battle. The real terror is the takeoff. To get a heavy transport plane off the ground at 16700 feet, you need speed that the thin air physically denies you. The runway is too short. The mountain at the end of the strip is rushing closer by the second. Raje lines up the Packet. He pushes the piston engine throttles to the absolute wall. The plane starts rolling, but it is sluggish, heavy, dragging through the gravel.100 meters... 200 meters... the end of the strip is coming up at terrifying speed.
The plane is not lifting. It is a dead weight. Raje reaches for a custom-built switch on the panel. The Jet Toggle. He flips it. With a deafening, supersonic shriek that echoes across the Karakoram range, the Orpheus jet engine on the roof ignites. 20 kN of pure, unadulterated jet thrust punches the cargo plane from behind. A massive column of flame & jet wash erupts over the tail.
The Packet does not just accelerate, it rockets. The front wheel lifts off the gravel just as the runway runs out. The massive cargo plane claws, screams & blasts its way into the sky, clearing the jagged mountain peaks by a matter of yards. When Raje touched down back at base on July 23, 1962, he had not just completed a supply run. He had shattered a world record for the highest take-off & landing by a transport aircraft in aviation history.
Anyone promoting the 'Satluj' movie or the Khalra narrative should watch this video. Eye-witnesses, including former terrorists themselves, are revealing the truth: the mass killings of Hindus, extortion rackets inside the Golden Temple, and the tragic recovery of 13 young innocent newlywed girls' bodies. Yet these same individuals are still glorified as heroes by SGPC and Delhi Sikh Gurdwara Management Committee.
I can understand SGPC’s consistent stance, but what happened to the Delhi Sikh Gurdwara Management Committee? They too were victims of terrorism in Punjab. How can they glorify those terrorists who killed so many Hindus in Punjab?
Returning to the place where his journey as a soldier began, the Southern #ArmyCommander visited his Alma Mater, the National Defence Academy, during the very first week of assuming command.
Interacting with the cadets of his own ‘K’ Squadron, he shared words of encouragement, felicitated the Squadron Appointments, and gave sweets to the cadets reaffirming the enduring bond between an alumnus and his Alma Mater
A heartwarming reminder that no matter how far one rises, true leadership is rooted in remembering where it all began.
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@ShreeHistory India has been through a lot. Let's at least keep the future safe from indigenous sharks and predators. Thank you for explaining our pre independence history from the financial angle.