A Real Story on the eve of Mothers Day

Most of us who are now wading through another side of the forties and grown up in smaller towns have seen our parents' sacrifices & hard work. We acknowledge it often but find it difficult to say in words, often our gratitude is in expressed form.

While we freely communicate our emotions to colleagues, family, or children, our stream of spoken affectionate words to parents is usually restricted by an unknown shyness.

Watch this below video to understand the toughest job on the earth and we salute and thank every mother from the bottom of our heart.

On this Mothers' Day, I have a story to tell about an Airforce Officer experience about his mother and it is being stated in his own words:

It's about a fight my mom gave to Yama for me on that fateful day of April 1995. (Haven't told her till now).

1995, we had just passed out from NDA (Dec 1994). After three years at Khadakwasla, we were only a year short for donning our wings, respective stars or stripes depending upon the service one was training for. I was an Air Force cadet, in Jan'95 the first phase of flying training had started at Bamrauli, Allahabad (Now Prayagraj) on HPT-32, a HAL built piston engine propeller-driven aircraft (now out of service). At age of twenty when most of my friends were struggling with degree courses & didn't know how to ride a scooter, I was soaring in the air to merge in the blue sky & lord over the brown vastness below. The joy of flying, motivation & adrenaline was bubbling high.

Spinning the aircraft & recovery is considered as the ultimate test of control of a pilot over aircraft. Spinning is rotating the aircraft nose pointing towards earth around an imaginary vertical axis, recovery is practiced after two such rotations. A student pilot was allowed to spin only towards the last part of the five months' hard training & strict check by flying instructor for student pilot's ability to recover the aircraft.

To enter spin the pilot has to pull up the aircraft upwards in a vertical circle for loop and on top in the inverted position make it slide sideways. The pull up for loop in HPT-32 was to be carried out with a force of 3.5 to 4 times the gravitational force of the earth.

The exuberance of youthfulness & high of passing spin test added to the confidence.

The bright cloudless day of April 95 was a perfect day to fly, I took off for my first spin solo and zoomed up over the flat, vast Ganga plains. At height of 10500 feet, I eased the aircraft in a dive, in the peripheral vision I could see the lush green earth broadening on canopy and thickness of the holy river was increasing as it meandered like life-giving veins nurturing this land with its life-giving nectar.

After building adequate speed in dive I pulled up for a loop, full throttle, but the speed dropped below minimum required in an inverted position on top of the loop, I abandoned spinning. It happened a second time, a third time. Then I remembered a crew room gossip, someone saying the engine in this aircraft is underpowered. I decided to fill the engine power gap with my own muscle power by pulling the joystick hard for the loop to gain more effectiveness. The maneuver starting speed was 320kmph, to cover for speed drop I let it build up to 350kmph this time. I pulled and pulled back on the joystick.

The nose began to rise, I knew its faster than usual & earth met the sky too soon, screaming aerodynamic sounds of airframe, rotating propeller cutting through air & sound of the engine at full power mixed with adrenaline made the cockpit environment very intoxicating. But, something was amiss, my inexperience failed to notice that while azure of sky should have covered my vision, it was filling up with brown-ness, I could see the blue only through a narrow tunnel in front of my eyes and then the tunnel collapsed, dusty brown turned into pitch black. Everything went quiet, no aerodynamic sounds, no engine noise, no propeller rotating. I was unconscious, in an aircraft in the air at 12000 feet all alone and in the middle of a difficult maneuver with the nose pointing towards the sky (called Black Out and loss of consciousness).

I don't know how much time elapsed in this quietness, then suddenly I heard my mother's voice shouting my name loudly in a panicky voice, I felt her hands firmly gripped on & shaking my shoulders, the pitch of voice grew louder & shake became more vigorous. It lasted for an unaccountable duration.

I distinctly remember on hearing her voice, I thought I'm sleeping & she is waking me. I started to make an effort to rise on mom's call, as my mother's voice started fading a strange whine filled the ears. I began to wake up with utter confusion without being able to see anything, it was brown all around. Self questions- Where is Mummy, what is this strange sound, where am I?

Consciousness started setting in, the sudden realization occurred - the noise is from aircraft, I'm on my own, confusion was clearing up but the vision was filled brown. In this state, I remembered the emergency spin recovery procedure which was so meticulously instilled and checked by my flying instructor. While still in the state of 'without vision', I instinctively took emergency actions without being able to perceive the effect of my actions on aircraft.

Finally, vision returned, first glance outside assured that aircraft wings were level, it was in a shallow dive & speed not too high. The aircraft had responded to my emergency actions as expected and recovered. A look at the altimeter showed altitude as 2600 feet, but, I was master again and took control of the aircraft. 6I had lost about 11000 feet, have no idea of time but had it lasted another one minute I would be very close to kissing mother earth. 7Twenty Five years have gone by, but each conscious moment of that flight is permanent in my mind. While some rationals may level the touch & voice of my mother as an illusion of an unconscious mind, I have no doubt that on that day my mother found out where I was in the sky, traversed 1000 km within seconds, fought her way, pierced through the darkness of my unconscious state, pulled me out of slumber and saved me. 8I haven't told this to Mummy still, but, I am a faithful believer of mother's unflinching love for children and that she can go to any extent to ensure safety and happiness for her children.

Happy Mother's Day

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