Boman Desai was an Indian scientist and engineer who made significant contributions to the field of space technology. Born in Bombay (now Mumbai) in 1922, Desai received his undergraduate degree in mechanical engineering from the University of Bombay and went on to earn a master's degree in the same field from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). After completing his studies, he returned to India and joined the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO), where he played a key role in the development of India's space program.
One of Desai's most notable achievements was his work on the Rohini series of sounding rockets, which were used to study the upper atmosphere and conduct experiments in space. He also played a key role in the development of the satellite launch vehicle (SLV) program, which was aimed at launching small satellites into orbit. Desai's contributions to the SLV program were instrumental in India becoming the first Asian country to launch a satellite into orbit using its own launch vehicle.
In addition to his work on rockets and satellites, Desai also made important contributions to the development of satellite-based remote sensing technology. He helped establish the Indian Remote Sensing Satellite (IRS) program, which uses satellite imagery to monitor and map the Earth's surface. This technology has a wide range of applications, including agriculture, forestry, urban planning, and disaster management.
Despite his many accomplishments, Desai remained humble and dedicated to his work. He was known for his tireless work ethic and his ability to inspire and motivate those around him. He received numerous awards and accolades for his contributions to the field of space technology, including the Padma Bhushan, one of India's highest civilian honors.
Boman Desai's contributions to the field of space technology have had a lasting impact on India and the world. His work has helped to advance our understanding of the universe and has paved the way for future advancements in space exploration. He will always be remembered as a pioneer in the field and an inspiration to all those who follow in his footsteps.
Desai, Boman 1950
More importantly from the perspective of my novel , he was able to establish a link with memory. He illuminates the dark side of the sparkling mid-century circus world—the complete lack of care for human and animal lives for the sake of others profit and entertainment—and offers a new perspective on it by linking it to the intertwined bloody trades of slaves and ivory that have cost Africa, and the world, so much for the sake of filling some pockets…. The child grew increasingly heavier because it bore the sins of the world—or so the legend goes. Unfortunately, the machine goes haywire, dipping into his Collective Unconscious, the Memory of Mankind, including his own racial, familial, and ancestral memories. SIDELIGHTS: Boman Desai once told CA that his novel, The Memory of Elephants, "is an account of the personal and collective remembrances of a whiz kid from Bombay, Homi Seervai, who comes to America to study how memories become encoded in the brain. As the novel progresses, it becomes apparent that one memory has Homi held hostage.
She grabbed all three tails and yanked—hard. When Homi Seervai, a whiz kid from Bombay, is dumped by his first love in Aquihana, Pennsylvania, he invents the Memoscan, a machine designed to scan his brain to make a record of its memories. Long lashes fluttered, feminine and flirtatious. She noted, "With these and many other familial trysts as backdrops, the author is able to explore far deeper issues: the definition of the self in a colonialized culture. It was born of wide and deep research, it has great narrative flow, vivid dialogue and a detailed sense of time and place. You would have known her by her eyes, big eyes, the eyes of a deer, the size of plums, blue as midnight and her nose, sharp, narrow, commanding the first things Robert Schumann noticed, meeting her the first time, at the house of Dr.
She would have ignored them; there were hundreds of monkeys in the trees, tails hanging like furry brown ribbons; but not this time. I walked through clean narrow streets bordered by houses not unlike the hotel bungalows: whitewashed, red-roofed, gabled, tiled—bordered as well by trees, mango, jackfruit, coconut. We are going to Eutritzsch. We seemed to have reached yet another outpost of civilization. It benefits from an epistolary thread that binds the chapters.
Boman Desai's TRIO, a novel about the Schumanns and Brahms
Among its paintings is a huge oil of St. His triumph in juxtaposing the past and the present leads to self-knowledge. We were treated to numbers in Konkani interspersed with a medley including "Gotta Travel On,""Down by the Riverside,""Marianne,""When the Saints Go Marching In," and "Volare," no doubt for the entertainment of the foreigners, but it made me question the authenticity of the dances though the ambience made the music more enjoyable than Trini himself at PJ's. He succeeds in "connecting" the past and the present. The road wove up and down and around the hills of the Western Ghats providing numberless sudden and breathtaking vistas. Germany grows in the hinterland of the story from 400+ principalities to one nation under Bismarck.
Homi's research is advanced enough to allow him to build a 'memoscan' with which he can reactivate the memory of his only night with his lover—which he does ad infinitum. Three The elephant was more grey than white with salmon highlights, but its hair was white contributing, more than its pigmentation, to the illusion of whiteness even by night. Each of us did flips and tumbles, but mine were on the broad back of Hero, the blackest elephant in the world, and hers on the thundering rump of her Andalusian, Andromache, the difference between performing in the middle of a plain and the middle of an earthquake—and differences there were more and plenty. The hill descended at the farther side toward the Arabian Sea, and across the valley, alongside an adjacent hill, was a magnificent house, glinting in the sun, rippling in terraces toward the sea. I finished reading your novel, TRIO, and found it compelling and illuminating.
He smiled, appearing to enjoy himself, but looked beyond the walls and once he sat at the piano he appeared beyond the weal of the world himself. A contemporary of St. Ironically, Clara became the central character, threading the narrative from beginning to end more than either Robert or Brahms. Also contributor of short stories, essays, and articles to periodicals, including Chicago, Chicago Tribune, Debonair, Sonora Review, Stand, Times of India, Vox, and Weber Studies Journal. He expresses his joy thus: I had done it; I had brought them all together in one place at one time, made a whole of all the scattered pieces. The novel's protagonist, Homi Seervai, is a brilliant Parsi from Bombay attending school in the —a memoscan —that allows him to rewind to any memory he wishes to retrieve.
The tiger erupted with another jackhammer roar, three inch claws raking the air inches from his face, other cats nudging the bars of their cages, grunting and growling and puttering like tractors. The second woman, sporting a mohawk which descended into a braid, had a long brown supple torso, difficult to miss between her cutoffs and black bikini top from which, as I watched, in easy view of the locals gathered around, she extricated what might have been a brassiere. I appeared and disappeared at her pleasure, asked no questions, and said little, not because I had little to say but because I didn't want to reveal how little I knew about the world, how littlesuited we might be for each other. Christopher was a Syrian martyr of the third century. Penfield's electrode goes haywire. Nobody is to look out of the window. Catherine de Albuquerque conquered Goa on the feast of St.
