Rammed on the Red Road

The most enjoyable part of my job while I was in Kolkata with 12 Bengal NCC (Air) Squadron as an instructor pilot in 1960 was my freedom to go and fly with Bengal Flying Club at Barrackpore.   On week days, my cadets were generally not able to come for flying as they were all college students and had classes to attend.   My boss Squadron Leader Bob Rattan was quite happy to leave me alone to handle the flying part of my job and he never questioned my visits to Barrackpore.  

Cast Off to Kolkata

My father had his first serious stroke in December 1954.   I was then in the process of moving from the Tigers(Number 1 Squadron Air Force) as a junior pilot to the Flying Instructor’s School at Tambaram near Madras (Chennai) as a pupil instructor.

Dadachanji is Lost

Naoroz Noshar Dadachanji and I were close pals for a long time.   We were batch-mates at Begumpet for the 60^th Pilot’s Course in Number 1 Air Force Academy.   We both became Cadet Under Officers on the same day.    Naturally we were commissioned on the same day too: 1 Apr 53.   We were both sent into the fighter stream; therefore both of us did our fighter conversion on the Spitfire together at Hakimpet.    From there we were sent to the same squadron, No,1 : The Tigers. Our twin fates remained intertwined even after this long stint together. 

Arts Science Commerce or Drill?

I do not know about my friends and colleagues, but I had hoped that my selection into the ISW-AFA would relieve me from studies.  

The Hectic Days: The Aftermath

I am referring to a whole lot of comments that originated on the Halwara set of posts.