For all those who don’t know, Maligre is a remote small village in Maharashtra, India. But for me, it was my entire universe when I was growing up. Because the village is mostly made up of farmers, the career options for young people like me were limited, and becoming an engineer was almost unheard of.
I’ve always been told that I was an extremely curious child and would disassemble whatever toy or furniture I could get my hands on. Fortunately, my parents never said NO and allowed me to “take things apart.” If there was something inside, I had to see it! There was something different about this humble, mechanical world
Ever since I was a boy, I used to sit and watch birds fly outside my window. One day, a documentary was playing on my TV about the Indian Air Force. If I remember correctly, it was MIG 29, and it zoomed past the screen in a fraction of a second. My curiosity had been
I was probably around 7 or 8 years old when I first saw my father’s aeronautical engineering textbooks; I couldn’t read entire lines at the time, but I recall seeing the picture of an engine and a lot of physics symbols surrounding it. Although those drawings and figures fascinated me, I couldn’t understand why he