Wednesday, February 25, 2015

GRATITUDE - ...CHAPTER 8 - errata

Chapter 8

Errata

It was Gurcharan Singh, who did the match-making. He was the maternal Uncle of Sukhjit's mother. Error Regretted. 

GRATITUDE - Tribute to those who helped me in my Career and Life



Chapter 8.

Pritam Singh Ahluwalia
Jaydee Parekh
Madan Kamra 

The years rolled by and my parents started to think in terms of my marriage.  Mama Narinder Singh also counselled me not to delay it too much. My argument was that I was not making enough money to support our existing large family, leave alone taking on the expense of raising a family of my own. Mama ji clinched that one by countering: but the girl who comes she will also earn, naa?

There was a proposal for a match from Harbans Singh who lived in Poona and whom Papa ji knew very well. The former had a niece, Sukhjit, daughter of Pritam Singh ji. She  had finished college, and post graduate in Teaching; a bright student and so on. Papa ji seemed to know the family tenuously. Photos were exchanged. Meanwhile I was thinking of doing my Masters and the only possibility was to appear as External candidate at Nagpur University. Papa ji arranged for me to stay with Pritam Singh ji. It was also agreed that Sukhjit will make a visit to Nagpur around that time so that we could ‘see’ each other. To cut a long story short, the ‘seeing’ was done and Papa ji trooped over to Nagpur. We got the ‘Shagan’ on 13 April and returned to Bombay. We solemnised the engagement at our place on May 1, 1960. The same day that the erstwhile Bombay Presidency was dissolved and State of Maharashtra was established.

I had spent a month at Nagpur preparing for the Exam and writing it. I had seen from close quarters what a large hearted person S. Pritam Singh ji was. His mother was keeping house since part of the family was in Gurdaspur. His mother was  bent old, but a pert, kind hearted and loving lady. I was reminded me of my own grandmother. I had lost my Bhabi ji to sickness winter of 1942 when I was barely 6-7 years old. I had also built a good bond with Sukhjit’s brother Harjit Singh who was working in the NCC establishment. There were lots of similarities between our two families: Large family, many children, 3 generations together, Father in sports business,  Harjit a Steno, Mohan Singh had completed  Apprenticeship in Indian Air force, the very career which was denied to me. They had other brothers n sisters back home whom I met upon our marriage. More of this story in next Chapter. Meanwhile to return to my Career:

Soon thereafter Madan n Jaydee delivered on their indication that they had better things in mind for me. I was given a temporary assignment in Management ranks as Public Relations Assistant – Tours. I promptly wrote to Sukhjit saying that it was the good effect of our linking together. Little did I know that she was to be my good luck charm and would bring me so many glad tidings over the years. Sadly, it was to be at her Father’s cost, since his fortunes started to wane.

Now Tours was an interesting assignment and took me into the world of education n Refining.  The job involved taking around the Refinery, the Engineering students, and general public who asked for it. The load of engineering students was particularly heavy during summer vacations. On some days I would  go around the refinery three or four times in hot sun.  My anti dote was a cold coke and a whole lemon squeezed into it in our Cafeteria. That is where we would take the visitors for a soft drink, before escorting them out of the Refinery.

My predecessor in that position, VM Vartak taught me the basics of the Refining Process with the help of a short movie. I accompanied him on a few tours. Surprisingly I had no difficulty in understanding and explaining the rudiments of distillation and fractionation to students of Chemical Engineering. So much so that at the end of the Tour, invariably a student or the escort professor would ask me as to from where I had done my Chemical Engineering. They were surprised to learn that I wasn’t an engineer and whatever I knew, I had learnt on the job.

Obviously the Management was pleased with my work and I was promoted a member of the Management Staff on Oct 1, 1960. I promptly sent a copy of that announcement to Sukhjit with the words “Sukhjit – Congrats. Raj “

In course of time the Management built a large Hall near the main gate to seat the visitors and show them the Movie. Also by that time I had got a working model of the Refinery built and did preliminary explaining and Question/Answer session there. That simplified the work of going around.

Next year, I went back to Nagpur to write the Part II of the MA Exam.  On the eve of our Marriage, as I stood at his doorstep with the Marriage Party, Pritam Singh ji whispered to me that I had passed the exam.

More of him and our marriage in the next Chapter.


                                                                  Madan Kamra


                                                                     JD Parekh


                                                                The girl I married


                                                                     Her Parents


                                                           Her Daadi, Bhabi Ji

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

GRATITUDE - Tribute to those who helped me in my career and life - Chapter 7


Chapter 7

STANVAC-ESSO
BEST PRACTICES


I devote this chapter to my work life in the Refinery. I am, to this day,  grateful to the Esso Management and in particular the Refinery Management for imparting to me the practical education, knowledge n skill which were to be my strengths in my future progress.

As receptionist, my job was to respond to employment applications as sorted out by Santosh Wadhwani. Response letters would be signed by Madan Kamra. I would also receive candidates for recruitment, ‘make them comfortable’ and  check their documents. Santosh would administer pre employment tests.

After the employment embargo most of the recruitment was to very essential engineering staff. Santosh and I would take one good look at the candidates gathered in the Reception Hall and arrive at gut feel as to who among those would make the grade. Our judgment was quite uncanny though once in a while a candidate would completely surprise us.

On the strength of my short-hand skill, I earned a promotion to Steno Typist-cum-General Clerk and moved out of the Reception cabin to the office upstairs. Santosh taught me many of the jobs I was to do later on. Among them, sorting employment applications, reading through Labour  Law Gazettes and Journals and making card index of the relevant ones, administering n evaluating pre employment Tests. 

 The Refinery’s Employee Relations Management was exemplary. The Relations Team comprised Graham Waugh, who moved out in 1955-56, BM Sitlani and Madan Kamra. Alwyn D’Souza was also part of Madan’s Team. He was a direct recruit to Management ranks. In the early years itself, the Management had started all the institutions stipulated by law. That included a Works Committee with Management and Employees’ representatives. Madan was the Secretary of that Committee. He would write (dictate) the Minutes in English. Then a contractor will translate them to Hindi. It was my job to proof read the Hindi version. Once printed, a copy of English n Hindi versions was given to each employee…about 800 of them at peak.

I have worked for many Manufacturing Organizations thereafter but not one had a thriving bilateral Works Committee. Nor for that matter, things like Formal Induction Procedure, or Formal and time bound Grievance Redressal Procedure.

The Refinery Management was quite state of the art in all disciplines. They were also very perspicacious in important matters.  So much so that the Refinery was instrumental in initiating adjudication proceedings which in course of time established land mark Supreme Court Decisions and in fact Central Legislations. For example: The law on Abolition of Contract Labour, and law on Payment of Bonus. The Refinery had a Provident Fund and Gratuity Fund right from inception. 

The Employee Relations Team was cognisant of the mischief which two different Dearness Allowance Formulae were to cause in Mumbai’s industrial Sectors.  The Office staff had a much higher and faster escalating Dearness Allowance as compared to Industrial workers. Therefore, in successive Collective Bargaining Settlements, they kept re-working the DA formulae to minimize the mischief.  Greaves Cotton were to be the victim of the Supreme Court Judgment enforcing common Formula i.e. the better of the two. When I joined Crompton Greaves years later, my first assignment turned out to be a hearing in Supreme Court protecting the Company from the remnant effects of that Judgment. We won! Sadly, one of the organizations that I worked for decades later refused to see the writing on the wall and paid a heavy price.

The negotiations for the earlier contracts were conducted with the mediation of Shri Bhaskar L Shelke, then Conciliation Officer. It was commentary of the times, and of the Man that Mr. Shelke would make trips to the Refinery for these Conciliation sessions. In later years, the parties would make numerous trips to the Labour Commissioner’s office for Conciliation. No wonder Mr. Shelke rose to be the Commissioner of Labour of the (future) Maharashtra State and I had much interaction with him on behalf of my future employers.

Exposure to all these developments at close quarters, set the foundation of my knowledge and understanding of Management especially Employee Relations Management. This was to be the vehicle which was to carry me to much growth n progress in later years.

But then I am moving ahead of my story:

In course of time Mr. Sitlani moved as Employee Relations Manager at Esso India  and Mr. J.D.Parekh replaced him as Employee Relations Manager. By then the Refinery and Marketing Organizations had come closer and there was movement of Management personnel to and fro. Mr. Sitlani an, alumnus of Cornell University USA was a direct appointee. He was  a good communicator and ‘modern’ methodical Manager. Jaydee on the other hand had been a long time Company man and was a Regional ER Manager in the Marketing Organization. He was an affable, kind-hearted man and had a hugely humane touch.

After some years as the Employee Relations Manager at HQO, Sitlani opted for the position of Head of Sales  and Marketing in Esso India and Mr. Nalin Thakor was appointed in his pace. More of this in chapters yet to be.

To come back to my story, one day, a colleague in another Division of  our Department was promoted to Senior Clerk. He was to be the first in that position in ER Dept. Without any rancour or a particular motive, I conveyed to Madan, that at last we had a Senior Clerk in the Department. Apparently he had not been taken into the loop. He went marching up to Jaydee protesting about the unilateral decision. One thing led to the other, and Madan came back to tell me that he had spoken to Jaydee, who had assured him that ‘they’ had other (better) things in mind for me.

The name of the O  and Socony Mobil  and operated in Africa, Asia and Australia. Once the partnership broke up, the company underwent name change to Esso Standard Eastern n then Esso Eastern. The transition from Flying Red Horse to ESSO Oval was a major logistics and Public Relations campaign. Those interested in the history of these Oil Companies in USA can look up the link below **

rganization saw several changes over the years. Standard Vacuum (Stanvac) was a partnership of Standard Oil of New Jersey

During these early years, Ramu and I continued to be very close. I made friends with another colleague: Narain Makhija. We became family friends and used to visit each other’s homes. We are still in touch with each other. His wife died a few years ago. He is looked after by his daughter Kiran. He has a son Lalit. I have fond memories of his mother and younger brother Arjun.

In 1957 I made another trip to Ludhiana to write the exam for BA and passed with reasonably good grades.


Well…the story of my work-life at the Refinery continues next week.

**
History of Stanvac..Esso

extract
As the merger provided increased stability in the domestic market, Socony-Vacuum set its sights on its foreign resources and joined with Standard Oil (New Jersey) to form the Standard-Vacuum Oil Company, or Stanvac, in 1933. This 50/50 venture operated in nearly 50 countries, from Africa to the South Pacific, until the assets were divided in 1962.




Jaydee Parekh





Group Pic:  R-L Jaydee Parekh, Prem n Suvarna Kamra (Madan’s siblings), Mr n Mrs Makhija with the baby her arms, Santosh Wadhwani, Mrs. Prem Kamra n their daughter.




Wednesday, February 11, 2015

GRATITUDE - Tribute to those who helped me in my career n lif

Chapter 6

Pirthi Chacha n his Family
Shivaji Park Friends

I shall dwell on my work at the Refinery in the next Chapter. Here let me share the life I led with Mamaji’s Family and after our family moved to Mumbai.

We were a large family by then. Papa ji, Bibi Ji, Bhaya ji (paternal grandfather) sisters Jasbir, Harjit, Swarnjit and Guljit  and the toddler brother Kaka. I was destined to live apart from them the better part of a year after I moved to Mumbai.  It was to be unusual experience for me. Fortunately Mama ji’s family provided quite an anchor for me.

I was taken under wings of Chacha ji’s Family: Chachi Jaswant, their daughters Kuku and Reena. It was a small terrace flat which all of them shared. However the rains were through by then and we could all conveniently spread our beds on the open terrace. The family named me Raji,  perhaps an unconscious abbreviation for Raj-ji. I remained Raji for as long as the last of them lived. Kuku n Reena were very loving and they would call me Veer ji. It was to be their own name for me; no one else called me that name.  My own sisters were used to lovingly calling me Bhaa ji. By that time I had shed the childhood nickname of Billa, except by some of my uncles or elder cousins. I loved the sound of Raji n Veer ji and till this day these remind me of the love that I received from this family. Not for a day did they let me miss the love n support of my own family, my own sisters and a kid brother Kaka born just a few months earlier. The name Raj ji has resurfaced on social media, where I object to being addressed as Sir and I savour the old memories all over again. 

In those days Money was scarce but love was aplenty.

I would make my own breakfast, a boiled egg and tea and rush off to work. The refinery provided a sumptuous (and much fabled) meal at a subsidized price 4 annas for a 1200 calorie balanced meal. Dinner was shared with Chacha Ji’s Family. For some time I signed up with Ram Punjab dhaba for my meals at a princely price of 30 rupees a month. At times I would take the tiffin home and share with Chacha ji's Family.

I would catch an early morning train from Matunga Station to Sion and thence a bus to the Refinery. I recall that I would wait to hear the sound of the train, then run down 5 flights of stairs, across the station parking, up the over-head bridge and down just as the train came to a halt.  Now almost pushing 80 and nursing weak joints, I need to take the stairs one step at a time and pause for breath. A doha by Sheikh Farid comes to mind:

When I had small legs, I would roam, the plains and the mountains;
Now in my old age, the katora lying nearby feels miles away.

After work, I would make the same journey in reverse. After coming home, I would venture out to Shivaji Park to be with Ramu and our other friends there. I would walk the distance using the long and winding foot-bridge connecting Matunga East and West. I was quite used to walking long distances and this was no sweat.

Once at Shiva i Park, we would sit on the Parapet which extended from Scouts Pavilion. Dhakka it was called. We would make small talk, joke and make fun of passers by. The favourite was: a passer by asks the way to a particular place. One of us would give directions. As the stranger turned that way, another boy would mutter loudly: if you don’t know, why are you misguiding the poor person. Hahahah. We would saunter our way to the Shivaji Park Chowpatty for Bhel at the messy hands of Rukmaih; or Bhajias from another vendor and end up for Irani chai at Café Cadell. We called it Bhatti. Like most Irani resto’s, this one also folded up. Today a branch of Yes bank operates from there. Days and months passed this way.

Early the next year, I was confirmed in the employment and we could think of bringing our family to Bombay. Chacha ji helped me to rent house in Chembur and after the schools closed, the family made the move and we started to live together.  For some time, Papa ji continued to work in Poona and would make trips to Bombay periodically loaded with goodies or household goods.  Later he took up work with Sports Shops in Dhobi Talao; last being Pioneer Sports.

Mama ji’s Family were our closest relatives and we would exchange visits frequently. There was another Ahluwalia Family in Coca Cola Company that were Papa ji’s distant cousins. Ahluwalia clan would assemble in the Coca Cola compound for a get together periodically. Pure Drinks the bottlers for Coke were a leading Ahluwalia family.

Our home was in the area then known as Deen Quary. It was up the hill from Panjrapole a shelter for cattle. Now it is a famous crossroads with Shivaji’s statue gracing it. The new Eastern Freeway has a landing right there.

We would walk to nearby RK Studio to make phone calls. In the monsoon the walk up to our home would get very slushy and we would wear gum boots. Sion Trombay Road was a narrow road with one bus service. Many a festival days, the family would dress up to ‘go to town’. We would miss one bus after  another and after an hour’s wait we would walk our way to Chembur Camp or Station for some snacks. Bhaya ji would walk the distance to Chembur Camp twice daily. He was a tall gaunt personality and maintained good health into his 90s. He was a retired Police Officer and I got the walking habit from him.

On our shift to Bombay, my sisters were admitted to the Guru Nanak High School in Koliwada. This school was to play a major role in our lives. Not only did the children study there, but also my eldest sister Jasbir and later my wife Sukhjit were destined to make their careers as Teachers in this school. We are indebted to the late Principals Lakshman Singh ji and Maninder Singh ji for all the love n support they provided us. In fact Maninder Singh ji was responsible for Sukhjit’s elevation to Head Mistress in the 90s. He also played the host for AnuVicky’s marriage at Khalsa College in 1995. But then I am running ahead of my story..

To come back to the mid 50s…

To go to work at the Refinery, I would walk the distance from home to  Chembur Camp and take a bus to the Refinery. After work I would make the same journey in reverse. Now I wonder why did I not use a bicycle. Surely it was no greater distance than the commute in Poona. I would pass by the Golf Course on my walk and never gave it a glance. Golf was understood to be the sport of the super rich and the foreigners. Little did I know that half a century later I would take to golf as the sort of last resort and buy the membership of the Club.

About my work at the Refinery in the early years… the next Chapter is in the works.



With Kuku n Reena

 
 L-R Harjit n Verma girls Swarnji Guljit n Kuku


                                                                    Shivaji Park.


                                        Shivaji Park Friends gang at our Marriage Reception.
Ashok Ravat (2nd from R) was destined to become a well known activist in matters concerning the Park and other social subjects.



Wednesday, February 4, 2015

GRATITUDE - Tribute to those who helped me in my career n life


Chapter 5

Ramdas Iyer
Madan Kamra
Narendra Dhawan
Santosh Wadhwani

Now that I had a new job in hand, I returned to Poona. I submitted my resignation at the Record Office. I tried to secure Testimonials from the Seniors. The Major in -charge of the record office asked me to draft one and signed on the dotted lines. My immediate Commissioned Officer, insisted on writing one himself.  I took leave of my friends n colleagues who had seen me through the hardest 4 years of our life. The Principal of Pitman’s Institute was  generous in his farewell ‘testimonial’ to me.

I packed my bags n took leave of my family in Poona for the new start in Bombay. I was to stay with Mamaji’s family for 8-9 months before we rented a house and the family moved from Poona to Bombay next year.

I reported nice n bright at the Security Office of the Stanvac Refinery on the morning of September 5, 1955. I was greeted by Mr. Narendra Dhawan who was the Receptionist at the Main Gate. A fellow Panjabi, Dhawan was happy to welcome me. He asked for my particulars. I told him my full name and he said: this is to long. So I told him to record as Rajinder Ahluwalia. He said that too was too long. He countered why not Raj Ahluwalia? Raj Kapoor was quite the rage after having released hits like Barsaat and Awara. Also Dhawan had some family connections with the  film industry. I don’t think the name Bollywood was coined yet. I plumped for the short name which was to be my business name for the rest of my life. Yet only the other day when I connected with my long lost colleague Santosh Wadhwani, he reminded me: oh you are the one with the initials RBSA ! Reality trumps in the long run.

After the formalities at the Main Gate I proceeded to the Reception Cabin of Trombay House, There sat  the very dapper Mr. Santosh Wadhwani. He welcomed me warmly. He was glad to be relieved of the routine sort of job which he was doing in addition to his more cerebral activities. He was a post graduate and his job was to administer recruitment tests and to set the yard sticks for the same. A hugely statistical exercise, beyond the level of my education. He moved out of the cabin and said: I walk out and you please walk in. For Receptionist was to be my first job. I said Dapper: surely because Santosh was a handsome, tall n slim young man. He wore very smart clothes. Even at the end of the day, the crease on his clothes was never disheveled. He and I  were to be the close colleagues till such time as he transferred out to the Marketing organization. Thereby hangs another tale. I shall come to that by and by.

I was presented to my boss: Madan Kamra, Head of Employment n Labour Relations Division. Having spent the last four years in the Military, I addressed him as Sir. I got immediate taste of the Civilian and American culture: he corrected me: No need to “Sir”; Madan will do.  I was to have  an ironic déjà vu of this conversation when I joined Forbes Group under the American educated Chairman Girin Khanwala. That story should wait for a few weeks.

Santosh conducted me around the office and introduced me to some of the seniors in the Department: B.M.Sitlani who was the Emplyee Relations Manager  Graham Waugh who was mentoring BMS and Mohd Kaiser the Public Relations Manager. Those were early days of the Refinery’s Operations. There were Americans heading all important functions. These two functions were the first ones to be handed over to the Indian Incumbents. It was only later that I ‘learned” that the go-around that I went thru with Santosh was the process known as: Induction.

The other Division Heads in the Employee Relations Dept were Nana Chudasama, heading Housing n Welfare and Vijay Chibber, ex Navy,  heading Security, and Jagan Nathan heading Safety. Nana was several years my senior at Wadia College. In fact he was the Company Commander of NCC Unit, from which I disqualified on medical grounds. The Other Company Commander Parduman Singh Ahluwalia was destined to be have his sister married to my Chacha Jeet (younger son of Mama Narinder Singh). Both of his sisters n my Chacha Jeet are the in pic of Mamaji’s Family appended to the Chapter 4.

Nana is a handsome n well dressed man even in his 80s. In his youth he was quite a fashion plate and a  man about town. He did not spend too much time in the office.  Maybe his job called for lots work in town. As the Receptionist of the Building where Nana had his office, I had to bear the wrath of the Anglo Indian Telephone Operator Ms. Johnson:

“Where is Nana?
I don’t know.
Why don’t you put chewing gum on his seat!”

She was a tall strapping lass with a booming voice and a floor shaking walk in high heals. Pretty in her own way.

Hey, Nana, if you do get to read this, hardly likely, forgive the levity. But gala kasam, fultoo sach hai.

Nana n his elder brother Mota were to figure again as common friends of the people closest to me in Forbes Group.  Bombay corporate circles were not such a wide world.

Ramu continued to be my guide in the Refinery and we would meet in the canteen at lunch. Once when I phoned him on the intercom, his boss told me “he will meet you in the canteen”. Tough guy his boss… The boss went on to become the Financial Controller in Esso India and I had much interaction with him.

More of my work at Stanvac and life in Bombay, in the next chapter.















MADAN KAMRA 
  With:-
Gents  R to L J.D.Parekh, Prem Kamra (Madan’s elder Bro) Narain Makhija n Santosh Wadhwani
Ladies: R to L Ms Savarna nee Kamra, Mrs. Makhija, n Mrs Prem Kamra n their daughter.
Nana Chudasama today



                                               Nana’s landmark banner on Marine Driv