The Dak was quite capable of flying on its own, without divine or My first joy ride in a Dak was with Flt Lt Manjrekar, a very jovialĪnd friendly instructor who took pity and gave me the controls to hold for aįew minutes. Sigh of relief, ‘Good riddance to bad rubbish', they perhaps muttered The fighter pilot instructors in AFA heaved a (TTW) at Yelahanka in the fervent hope of IAF that we would one day do it andĭie, with a wing and a prayer. So the ten of us were then put on a train and sent to Transport Training Wing The IAF was a very environmentally conscious service those days.
Pilot those days were the ability to drink 2 bottles of beer without passing out, and the ability to do aerobatics without leaving yellow puke trails that ruined the You see, the prerequisites for becoming a fighter The esteemed transport command with ten other compatriots because they pukedĪfter two to four bottles of beer each, even though they did not leaveĬontrails behind aircraft. So it was that I was given a kick and told to go and ‘shovel shit’ in But when I was asked toĭo aerobatics, I would puke continuously and leave a yellow contrail behind theĪircraft.
I could hold backįour bottles of beer without puking, I only passed out.
Instructors to decide that I was ‘transport pilot material’.
Perhaps it was my singular talent those days, which helped my
