184: Flight Safety: Importance of Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs).

 

SOPs enhance flight safety by helping flight crews conform their actions to recommendations by aircraft manufacturers and by standardising operations. SOPs should include and emphasise aspects that avoid errors and deviations that are frequently associated with incidents and accidents.

Standard Operating Procedures evolve over a long period of time with much thought and experience gone into them. They need to be followed strictly in letter and spirit.

 

Purpose. Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) serve a number of purposes such as:

  • Ensuring that aircraft is flown correctly in accordance with the manufacturer’s guidelines.
  • Promote adherence to the manufacturers operating philosophy.
  • Promote operational safety.
  • Promote operational efficiency.
  • Utilise aircraft resources and functionality appropriately.

 

Violations. Sometimes pilots do get tempted to adjust, reorder or even skip some SOPs. Reasons could be:

  • They feel that the SOP doesn’t exactly fit the situation at hand.
  • They would take more time than a widely accepted shortcut.
  • Perception of existence of a better method.

 

Ramifications. Not following SOPs in letter and spirit could create problems as follows:

  • Ad hoc operations have the risk of missing out on some critical factor.
  • Reordering SOP have the risk of forgetting something important or failing to consider any sequential priorities.
  • Crew resource management (CRM) becomes more difficult as other crew members will have to guess about our procedures and techniques.
  • First Violation (and getting away with it) may encourage subsequent repeated violations.
  • Violation by one may encourage others making it organisational culture to skip SOPs.

 

Correct Approach. Any situation that creates a doubt about an SOP in the minds of crew should be reviewed in a formal and planned manner. The steps could be as follows:

  • Analyse the existing SOP, try to understand why the SOP exists in its form.
  • If one feels that some aspect needs to be changed as a better and improved alternative solution exists – study the changes and repercussion in more detail.
  • Discussion with other more experienced crew and peer group helps in this process and is recommended.
  • The suggestion needs to be put up for change to those who have the power to change it.
  • Flight department leaders should, select a well-experienced team to spearhead the study and obtain manufacturer comments if required.
  • The change should be adequately debated and tested if required.
  • Once it is decided that the SOP is to be changed, it should be documented at all the relevant places.
  • All Crew should be made aware of the new SOP.

 

Adherence to SOPs: Some Other Factors.

Training. Training is only as good as the teaching staff or instructor. Relevant aspects are as follows:

  • Any Instructor with a deviant behaviour of cutting corners or ignoring SOPs can have a damaging influence on potential crew.
  • Lack of proper oversight by the instructors could also lead to development of deviant habits.
  • Simulators have lot of scope for getting away with deviations and short cuts. This may encourage such behaviour becoming a habit. Simulator Instructors need to be aware and vigilant about this aspect.
  • Training should not become a square filling exercise.

 

Peer Group Influence. Peer group has a strong influence (especially during training period). In a peer group a subtle desire to demonstrate skills, impress others and compete can become a recipe for increased risk. Good crew can be corrupted by a poor peer groups.

 

Organisational Pressures. Crew at times come under extreme pressure to overlook SOPs to meet organisational goals and targets. This can lead to disastrous situations.

  • Resorting to formal waivers should be an exception rather than a rule.
  • Target fixation should be avoided at all costs.
  • Mission accomplishment should not be at the cost of safety risk.
  • “Safety first” motto should not only be quoted but religiously enforced.

 

Experience and Expertise. The machine does not know the expertise level of the pilot. The title of EXPERT demands maturity and extra safety consciousness. Skill, knowledge and experience of an expert does not give a license to deviate. Superior skill and experience should be used to avoid potential dangerous situations rather than getting out of them. There is no room for over confidence or complacency in the field of aviation.

 

Always Remember

In aviation mistake can occur anytime and even by best of the aviators. There is no scope of letting one’s guard down.

 

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152: My Tryst with HT-2 Aircraft: The Day God Flew With Me

 My previous story titled “The day I flew my dad’s Car” started with the sentence “It was the year of the lord……..” Well this one is also form the same year of the lord. It seems that 1979 was a very eventful year. It was eventful indeed, as this was the year when I started flying (or rather started learning how to fly), this was the year I earned my Wings and also got commissioned in the Indian Air Force. These events changed my life, making the next forty years most enjoyable ones.

 

 

This story is about my tryst with the HT-2 aircraft (I always lovingly called it Dalda Tin aircraft). Well that was the first impression one got on seeing it. But looks can be deceptive and in this case it was true. HT – 2 (Hindustan Trainer – 2) was one lean mean flying machine. This machine had deflated the ego of many an ace pilots by rubbing their nose into the dirt or by giving them a swinging  time (literally). HT-2 was a very simple machine with mechanical controls but a complex one to control. The machine seemed to have a mind of its own and reminded one of bronc riding rodeo. It is said that if one can drive on Indian roads, he or she can drive anywhere in the world. Similar thing can be said about HT-2, if you can fly the HT-2, you can fly any aircraft in the world.

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106: THE DAY I FLEW MY DAD’S CAR

It was year of the lord 1979, when I was feeling on top of the world – literally. I had finished phase one of my flying training on the Dalda tin aircraft (HT-2). Having seen mother earth from the air (God’s eye view) it was but natural to feel confident and top of the world.

My dad was a man of passion. His guiding principle could be summed up as – work, work and work. He was passionate about his work and his hobby. I remember he always came late from work (HAL Kanpur division). Being a founder member of the Kanpur division (on deputation from Indian Air Force), I guess he had a feeling of ownership of the factory. He along with the initial team of officers got permanently absorbed in HAL and he retired from HAL Kanpur as GM in year 1988.

His hobby was also a unique one. He used to love doing up cars. He would buy a second hand car and work on it to make it as good as a new. In our house my brother and I have seen the car engine being opened up fully and overhauled, car body being dented and painted and even the interior upholstery of the car being changed. At times I wonder how come we didn’t end up becoming a car mechanic.

I remember him sitting late at night working on the car with a cigarette dangling from his mouth (he was a chain smoker – never needed a light as the new one used to be lit by the previous ones). In my childhood I recollect at least 14 odd attempts by him to quit smoking with varying degree of success (few hours to a few days). Later one fine day he just stopped smoking.

Our (my brother and I) role was as helpers to clean the car parts and hand over tools as and when asked for. We learned to recognise different parts of the car and various sizes of the spanners and screw drivers. As we grew up once in a while we used to steal a ride in the car, of course my brother driving it (I was too young to drive) and of course without our father knowing about it. Once in a while some parts of the car used to be left behind on the road – that story some other time.

Out of numerous cars being restored I recollect the first one a Standard Herald, because its bonnet was hinged in the front and used to open unlike any other car. Then there was Hindustan 14 followed by series of ambassadors and fiats. He would do up the car to a very good standard with new paint on the body, new interiors and overhauled engine purring like a satisfied cat. Our hopes would go up thinking that this is going to be our car for keeps and we would be going for long drive holidays in it. We would find the car missing the next day. He would give it to any of his friend that showed interest in the car. Not for profit but just breaking even or at times at a loss. The cycle would start again with another piece of junk arriving soon.

Coming back to July of 1979. I had come back home on holidays after finishing phase 1 of flying training on piston engine aircraft, waiting to go back to fly faster jet engine aircraft. My elder brother was in the Army after finishing engineering. The car at home was a fiat in extremely good condition. Surprising that the car had been with us for some time and it seemed that dad had finally found his dream car.

I still hadn’t mastered the art of driving a car. Imagine learning to fly an aeroplane before learning how to drive a car. One day we came back after dinner with some family friends and drove into our house in HAL Township. In the pictures below the house on the left was our house. We had stayed in the house on the right earlier i.e. before dad did a short stint at HAL Koraput engine division. On return we got the house on the left.

My mom got out of the car and went into the house. Dad seemed to be in a good mood bolstered by couple of drinks with good friends. I saw an opportunity and decided to go for it, asking him to let me drive and go for a round in the colony as there would be no traffic. Dad suggested that we do it during day. Well I was not going to let go of the opportunity so easily. So the famous dialogue came out spontaneously “IAF trusts me with lakhs worth of aircraft and you can’t trust me with your car worth thousands” (Those days lakhs and thousands was a lot of money – crore was unthinkable). The dialogue had its desired effect and dad agreed to go for a round with him in the left seat. I was thrilled and excitement level was same as that when going for first sortie on HT-2 aircraft.

Dad reversed the car out of the drive way turned the car with its front pointing towards the road. He got out and we switched sides with me getting into the saddle for a ride of my lifetime. Did my pre-flight or pre drive checks, correct seating posture, hands on wheels, rear view mirror set and headlights on low beam. Going over the position and purpose of the three pedals – clutch, accelerator and brakes. Revised the take-off procedure release the clutch slowly and press the accelerator simultaneously for a smooth launch. Dad was watching and seemed quite satisfied and reassured with my meticulous pre-flight checks and procedures.

Moment of truth arrived and I released the clutch slowly pressing on the accelerator, determined and concentrating for a smooth drive off. In the process forgot that one has to steer as well. The wheels of the car were turned towards the left after it was reversed. The car started veering to the left and that’s when friend Murphy decided to place an electric pole on the road side (between the gates of the two houses). Power steering had not been invented by then and the car seemed to have a mind of its own. Soon the realisation came and the situation demanded that the brakes be applied fully and urgently. The brake pedal was pushed with full force to the floor, but alas the pedal turned out to be the accelerator pedal.

The first flight ended with a loud bang, lasting for a few seconds with car moving only a couple of meters and coming to stop with the electric pole embedded firmly in the centre front portion of the car. The bonnet seemed a bit disfigured (actually totally out of shape) and a loud hiss of escaping steam and hot water could be heard emanating from the ruptured radiator. Then my dad’s words boomed in my ears -उल्लु के पट्ठे, जहाज ऐसे उडाते हो? (Son of an owl – you fly the aircraft like this?). While my dad was taking stock of the full damage to his beloved car, I slinked quietly away into the house. Before I could explain and ask my mom to control the situation she remarked बड़ी जल्दी वापिस आ गये? (You have come back so soon?). Those words were like salt on an open wound. Anyway I came to conclusion that flying was easier than driving.

Finally I learnt how to drive a car on the squadron ambassador, courtesy colleagues and of course without CO knowing about it. 

I visited the same house in HAL Township in 2014 after thirty five years. By now I had flown more than 4000 hours on various types of jet fighter and mastered the art of driving as well.

THE POLE WAS MISSING.

 

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