My tryst with indigenous armour development

Abstract

Born little after India's independence, as a child, I used to imagine and feel that I owned the whole great country. My father, Madhav Bhat, was a respected school headmaster who used to get respectful salutations from members of nearly every house situated all along a seven-kilometre-long path of walk to his school through hills and fields. He would reciprocate with appropriate affectionate words without stopping his walk.