The simplicity and humbleness of Tatas an be understood by the experience narrated ny Sudha Murthy, which she had with Tatas even before the foundation of Infosys was laid.
THERE are two photographs that
hang on my office wall. Everyday when I enter my office I look at them before starting my day.
They are pictures of two old people.
One is of a gentleman in a blue suit and the other
is a black and white image of a man with dreamy eyes
and a white beard. People have often asked me if the
people in the photographs are related to me.
Some have
even asked me, "Is this black and white photo that of a Sufi saint or a religious Guru?"
I smile and
reply "No, nor are they related to me. These people made an impact on my life. I am grateful to them."
"Who are they?"
"The man in the blue suit is Bharat Ratna JRD Tata and the black and white photo is of Jamsetji Tata."
"Who are they?"
"The man in the blue suit is Bharat Ratna JRD Tata and the black and white photo is of Jamsetji Tata."
"But
why do you have them in your office?"" You can call it
gratitude." Then, invariably, I have to tell the person the following story.
It was a long time ago. I was young and bright, bold and idealistic. I was in
the final year of my Master's course in computer Science at The Indian Institute of Science (IISc) in Bangalore,
then known as the Tata Institute. Life was full of fun and joy. I did not know
what helplessness or injustice meant.
It was
probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were
blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department
and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in
different departments of Science. I was looking forward to going abroad to
complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from
Universities in the US. I had not thought of taking up a job in India.
One day,
while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board.It was a
standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now
Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers,
hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.
At the
bottom was a small line: "Lady candidates need not apply." I read it
and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender
discrimination.
Though I was
not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely
well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then
that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful.
After
reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost
person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating.
I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know
who headed Telco. I thought it must be one of the Tatas.
I knew JRD
Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers
(actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then). I took the card,
addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I
wrote. "The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who
started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel,
chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in
India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have
cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for
the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there.
But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis
of gender."
I posted the
letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram
stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the
company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mated told me I
should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous
Pune saris forcheap! I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari.
When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back
then they
seemed good enough to make the trip.
seemed good enough to make the trip.
It was my first visit to Pune and
I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I
feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed
my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the
interview.
There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.
There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.
"This
is the girl who wrote to JRD," I heard somebody whisper as soon as I
entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job.The
realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the
interview was being conducted. Even before the interview started, I reckoned
the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, "I hope
this is only a technical interview." They were taken aback by my rudeness,
and even today I am ashamed about my attitude.
The
panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them. Then an elderly
gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, "Do you know why we said
lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any
ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When
it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout.
We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories. "
We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories. "
I was a
young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not
know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered,
"But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to
work in your factories." Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had
been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I
thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka
there, we became good friends and we got married.
It was only after joining Telco
that I realised who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was
scared, but I did not get to meethim till I was transferred to Bombay. One day
I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as
SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata
headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw
"appro JRD". Appro means "our" in Gujarati. This was the
affectionate term by which
people at
BombayHouse called him. I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard
episode. SM introduced me nicely, "Jeh (that's what his close associates
called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate. She
is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor." JRD looked at me. I
was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the
postcard that preceded it). Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked.
"It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the
way, what is your name?" "When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni,
Sir," I replied. "Now I am Sudha Murthy." He smiled and kindly
smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the
room. After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and
I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. Iwas in awe of him.
One day I
was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my
surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again
I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back,I realise JRD had
forgotten about it. It must have been a small incidentfor him, but not so for
me. "Young lady, why are you here?" he asked. "Office time is
over." I said, "Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me
up." JRD said, "It is getting dark and there's no one in the
corridor. I'll wait with you till your husband comes."
I was quite
used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting Alongside made me extremely
uncomfortable. I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He
wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing.
There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person.
There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person.
He is a
chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of
an ordinary employee." Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and
said, "Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again."
In 1982 I
had to resign from my job at Telco.
I was
reluctant to go,but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps
of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up.
He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. Hesaw
me and paused. Gently, he said, "So what are you doing, Mrs
Kulkarni?" (That was the way he always addressed me.)
"Sir, I am leaving Telco."
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune."
"Oh! And what will you do when you are successful."
"Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful."
"Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society.
Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."
Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did.
"Sir, I am leaving Telco."
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune."
"Oh! And what will you do when you are successful."
"Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful."
"Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society.
Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."
Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did.
I told him of my many sweet memories of working with
Telco. Later, he wrote to me, "It was nice hearing about Jeh from you.
The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."
The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."
I consider
JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one
postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received
thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do
that. He respected the intentions of thatunknown girl, who had neither
influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in
his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.
Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments.
his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.
Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments.
I
see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I
want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company
we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.
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