The LCA and the Curious Case of India’s Flying Paradox
I was leisurely going through the morning paper, reading about IAF force structures and the news on the additional 97 LCA Mk1A aircraft contract. My mind took me back to 2012, the year I found myself seconded to the Aeronautical Development Agency — a body whose very name manages to sound both impressive and faintly fictional. I was a Joint Director occupying the last cabin, down a dark and shady looking corridor in ADA. I was tasked with the noble duty of monitoring progress on India’s indigenous Light Combat Aircraft (LCA) program. I say 'monitoring' in the loosest sense, since the project itself was already enjoying a leisurely multi-decade meander through layers of committees, subcommittees, and what one might politely describe as selective optimism. I got a lot of time to read books, journals, articles on the historical journey of this aerial platform.
Now, the LCA was conceived in the 1980s to replace the venerable but exhausted MiG-21 fleet. What followed was a textbook case of ambition taking the elevator while execution politely walked up the stairs. Our requirements were spirited: a lightweight, supersonic, highly manoeuvrable fighter, with advanced avionics, fly-by-wire controls, short-field capability and ideally, the ability to land on an aircraft carrier and attend Republic Day parades without further modification. Basically, Copy, iterated and Pasted MIL SPECS from US and Russian sources.
In short, we asked for a kind of airborne Jeeves — supremely capable, endlessly reliable, and unflappably elegant. What we got was … Bertie Wooster. Endearing, full of potential, but prone to getting into avoidable scrapes.
One particular episode comes to mind. The aircraft’s front canopy, understandably, had to be bird-strike resistant. The original specification required it to withstand an impact at 125 metres per second — a perfectly respectable benchmark in line with global norms. When the test results came in, however, the figure had been curiously translated into feet per minute. This gave the number a certain dignity — it looked more impressive, you see — while carefully obfuscating the fact that the performance had not, in fact, met the original metric. It was, in essence, the aeronautical equivalent of saying one ran a marathon in 'furlongs per lunar cycle' — technically true, but unlikely to earn you a place at the Olympics.
Another charming sleight of hand involved the shift from the International Standard Atmosphere (ISA), where sea-level temperature is pegged at a brisk 15°C, to something called Indian Reference Temperature (IRT), which comes in somewhere around 20–25°C.
This gentle increase in ambient temperature has the unfortunate side effect of degrading engine thrust and aerodynamic performance. It’s rather like rating a racing car’s performance on a test track made of treacle, then wondering why it doesn't win at a Grand Prix.
The most delightful aspect of the entire program, however, lies in its institutional structure — a kind of bureaucratic soufflĂ©. You see, the aircraft is manufactured by HAL, designed by ADA, certified by CEMILAC, and quality-assured by DGAQA. On paper, it sounds like robust oversight. In practice, most of these bodies are so intimately connected that independence becomes more theoretical than actual. It is not uncommon for someone to serve as auditor in the morning and return to their parent organisation — the one being audited — by teatime. Then there is the matter of flight testing. Under the pressures of deadlines,there have been occasions when testing phases were — how shall I put this — streamlined. Trials were merged, protocols relaxed, and results presented by the Agency, with a degree of rhetorical flourish.
Somewhere along the way, the aircraft did fly — and that, one must concede, is no small thing. The pilots, to their eternal credit and hard work, genuinely love flying the LCA. Its carefree handling and agility have earned admiration. But while flying may be carefree, reporting on the same should not be. We must not confuse number of sorties with operational maturity, nor PowerPoint enthusiasm with actual engine thrust.
Underpinning all of this is a deeper cultural malaise: the unquestioning deference to hierarchy. The 'yes sir' reflex, hardwired into generations of uniformed and civilian personnel alike, ensures that inconvenient truths are often rephrased, postponed, or gently removed altogether. In the corridors of our strategic establishments, doubt is too often treated as disloyalty, and critical thinking as some foreign import requiring customs clearance.
One might suggest that true national capability, in aviation or elsewhere, is not built on blind affirmation, but on the sturdy scaffold of scepticism, rigour, and the occasional, well-timed, 'No, sir, that won’t fly.'
India’s aerospace talent is vast. Its ambition is real. But if we are to produce truly world-class aircraft, we must not merely demand performance from our machines, we must demand honesty from our processes. This means independent certification agencies, verifiable metrics, third-party audits, and the cultural maturity to accept inconvenient truths without being defensive.
Let the next chapter in India’s aerospace story be written not in inflated metrics and interdepartmental handshakes, but in the unambiguous ink of engineering integrity.After all, a fighter aircraft must fly in clear air — but its development must fly in clearer conscience.
Jai Hind. Or as the British say, “Carry on, chaps”
24th July 25Akshay