Blame
my father for the fact that this is my second successive post on someone named
Armstrong. The second Armstrong, first name Neil, died recently and is not a
fallen one like the first, first name Lance (my previous post).
Growing
up as a son of a physics teacher had its perils. In the early to mid-1960s I
had been dragged down to screening of documentaries of Gemini and Apollo
missions at the USIS.
Blame
my father for my addiction to reading, cutting out pictures from newspapers
about American space explorations. It did not escape me that the Soviets were
doing equally amazing stuff. It was just that they were so secretive there was
nothing I could glean from my father who did not get the tabloid sized Soviet Nadu from the college library. When
the Gemini IV EVA “spacewalk”
happened – when Edward White just “floated” in space – learning more from my
father was a daily feature of our interactions.
I
must have been one of the few people of my age then who was interested in the
accidents in the space programs of both the US (Three astronauts burned during
a test) and USSR (Three cosmonauts found burnt in their capsule upon landing).
And, truly sad to say, both the countries celebrated
the failures of the other, no matter people died in each.
All
of the above is a prelude to how I got to be so keenly aware of the Apollo
program. Pictures of the far side of the moon – Apollo 8 – taught me clearly
that there is no permanent dark side of the moon (Dark side of the moon of Pink Floyd came much later). Then came
Apollo 11 and the name Neil Armstrong got imprinted on my mind.
There
was a time, after the successful trio returned to earth, I felt sad that
Michael Collins did not get the credit that was due him. Over time I understood
what teamwork means and Apollo 11 paved the way for that evolution in my
thinking. And Armstrong played a part. Call me crazy but I spent much time in
the M I King Library of the University of Kentucky spooling out microfilms and
microfiche (What are these, you ask? Can’t explain. Sorry) of New York Times of
the late ‘60s reading about Armstrong. His repeated assertions that he was just
the front man for a combined effort and the credit properly belongs to
multitudes made a mark on me.
At
his death I have read his obituaries and other articles about Armstrong and the
Apollo program in The New York Times,
The Guardian and The Economist – sources covering two countries and differing
editorial stances. All of them made it a point to mention one thing, thankfully
agreeing on it – when Armstrong said that he was merely the front man, he meant
that he was merely the front man. His sincerity comes through in each of these
obituaries. It is now my misplaced cynicism about Armstrong gave way to fulsome
admiration of the character of the man. I am not saying he was above politics
and all that. Yet, his feeling uncomfortable about spotlight being shown on him
for what is the achievement of 400,000 (yes, you heard that right) people does
smoothen out all those cynical wrinkles.
Now,
what else did I learn about the Apollo program from the three obituaries I read?
I knew that the mission to the moon was a political mission and not a purely
scientific one, though it did give rise to a spurt in miniaturization in
electronics. But I got the details, about how the US President J F Kennedy just
rode roughshod over the then NASA administrator to get his way. And, JFK did
get his way, and how – sending a man to moon and bringing him back before the
end of the decade, with more than five months to spare. Something to admire
about the can do spirit of Americans.
I
also learned that in 1966 “NASA was spending about 4.4% of the American
government’s entire budget.” So, one can argue that America had the wherewithal
to dream, dream big and realize it. Compare that with Indian’s paltry
commitment, year on year for its space program. When we look down upon our
achievements we have to give a nod to this reality, which typically we do not.
We are weak in contextualizing – my conclusion.
On
a more positive note, at least from my perspective, the symbol of the test-pilot
school at the Edwards Air Force Base is a “slide rule over a stylized fighter
jet”! I experienced ecstasy when I read this. Slide rule, test-pilot school,
symbol, Edwards Air Force Base – how about tagging this post with all of them!
I have a lasting, though unrequited (it never even pointed out, much less correct
my mistakes!), love affair with the slide rule, my constant companion for three
years during my engineering education (undergraduate).
But
Armstrong went many steps further as he explained himself: ”I am, and ever will
be, a white-socks [someone should have told him that it must be white-pairs of
socks], [the regulation white] pocket-protector, nerdy engineer [before Revenge of the Nerds came on the scene],
born under the second law of thermodynamics [my favorite law as it deals with
chaos], steeped in steam tables [I steamed about other tables], in love with
free-body diagrams [leave your dirty mind at the door; this is truly my passion],
transformed by Laplace [this gave me a lot of trouble, I can admit now], and
propelled by compressible flow [this one passed me by].” There he is, my
engineer hero!
Neil
Armstrong was a no-boasting (reportedly he told an interviewer before his
historic flight that “For heaven’s sake, I loathe danger”), no-bullying and
soft-spoken man-giant. I was all of 14 years and a few days short of 11 months
old and he helped me not just sustain my interest in astronomy and space
exploration but truly made clear to me what heroism is, what should be called
an achievement and how to carry oneself with magnanimity.
Thanks
Neil Armstrong.
Raghuram
Ekambaram
P.S.
I must thank my father too to have taken the interest in me to get me interested
in physics, astronomy, and space travel. Without his valiant efforts to school his
dumb son, I would not be appreciating Neil Armstrong here.
6 comments:
I salute Neil Armstrong and your father.
It was an American dream..like an actor Armstrong was just a small part of the dream His humility therefore is justified.
Thank you so much, Amrit. Both deserve a good measure of appreciation, the latter for personal reasons.
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But then DS sir, such humility is also so rare; take the case of APJAK
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Raghuram
Very nice post . We must thank you father for what you are today ! When somebody \remarked about the footprints on moonsoil that they should be preserved for eternity, he said that he wishes some wind sweeps it away !
I was in a crowded room in ANN Arbor with mostly Indians when the first moon walk took place. There was Walter Cronkite's booming voice . It was mostly blur. The TV set also was not probably great.
The man was certainly different from
the rest. The self effacing part was
not American, at least, as they are known.
As you know well, theAmerican got really scared after the sputnik launch . And rest is history
Thank you pala,
My father, in his not too coordinted ways, pushed me to be interested in physics and astronomy and I admire him ever so much for that.
I was enetering XI Std (TN SSLC year) and on that day there was a strike and we spent a couple of hours outside the school gates!
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