Monday, June 15, 2009
1. The fraudulent accounting practices of Tamilnadu Housing Board. I exercised my Right to Information and saved over Rs.20000/- which I would have lost to it otherwise.
2. The ever suave Mr. A. M. Swaminathan, I A S of Tamilnadu Civil Service. When I first interacted with him he was the Secretary, Metropolitan Development Corporation. When I first met him at the Secretariat, he was Secretary, Planning. Later to the best of my information he acted as Public Secretary and Revenue Secretary. Never in my life I had met such a personality of humble disposition.
3. The Commercial Tax Officer who rudely said that his blood boiled at my sight and planned to instill fear in me to fix his bribe enhanced in advance, was shunted out to another area within days on my representation of his unbecoming behaviour to the Commissioner, Commercial Tax Department, Tamilnadu
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
K. Mathew Thomas, Editor
(Sent by Dr.G.V.Sudheendra) Source:Internet
No pencil or paper! OK? Let’s find out just how smart and clever you really are. Ready?
(You know you took too much time.)
SECOND QUESTION: If you overtake the last person, then you are...?
ANSWER: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?!
Maybe you will get the last question right?
ANSWER: Nunu? Nana? Nene? NONO! Of course not. The fifth daughter’s name is Mary. Read the question again. You R the WEAKEST LINK!! Pass this along to someone else who could stand a little fun and a challenge today. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Monday, March 12, 2007
If we work upon brass, time will efface it;
If we rear temples, they will crumble to dust;
But if we work upon immortal souls;
If we imbue them with principles -
with the just fear of God and love of fellow man
We engrave on the tablets something which will
- - Daniel Webster
Cancer & tobacco
Twelve different types of cancers are queuing up to embrace you and carry you to your final destination earlier than destined. In the process while you writhe in torturous pain, your hapless near and dear can only grieve on your fate as well as theirs.
Breast Cancer, Colon Cancer, Lung Cancer, Prostate Cancer,
Bladder Cancer, Melanoma, Uterine Cancer, Kidney Cancer,
Pancreatic Cancer, Ovarian Cancer, Stomach Cancer, and Cervical Cancer and HUNDREDS OF OTHER KILLER DISEASES
The use of tobacco in any form can lead you to doom.The wise realises this and never venture into tobacco use. Those wise who adventured into the holocaust out of ignorance invoke their god-gifted will power and get out of the rut. One among the creeds of The Sales Digest is creating awareness on tobacco hazards The Editor of The Sales Digest has seen the agonising pain of a Cancer patient for months together and has become a votary of Euthanasia. Please stop tobacco use and save you from tobacco related cancer, ANGUISH AND PAIN.
Friday, March 2, 2007
How would you react to Church Heads participating in Commercial Evangelists' money-spinning carnivals?
More on the above question! I am a regular viewer of Commercial Evangelists' soap operas telecast through different channels all over the world where they claim of Holy Spirit’s intervention, divine healing and go on misinterpreting Bible to suit their interests. What I find most disgusting is the presence of ecclesiastical community, mostly Bishops, sharing the podium, nodding, singing and gesturing in appreciation of misplaced Evangelism. Judas Iscariot betrayed Christ for 30 silvers by kissing him. Here the Evangelists are warmly kissed betraying and tarnishing the image of Jesus Christ and Christianity either for a TV-Screen presence or for some tangible returns. The pathetic fact is that the presence of church-heads gives respectability and credibility to the Commercial Evangelists that help them in their collection drive and their building personal assets all over the world. Is this not a deplorable conduct that is hostile to Christianity and the faith of true Christians?
Out of the several answers I have
Christ did not say, "Sit down and write Bibles and scatter them over the earth, and let every man read his Bible and judge for himself." If Christ had said that, there would never have been a Christianity on the earth at all, but a Babylon and confusion instead, and never one Church, the union of one body. Hence, Christ never said to His Apostles, "Go and write Bibles and distribute them, and let everyone judge for himself." That injunction was reserved for the Sixteenth Century, and we have seen the result of it. Ever since the Sixteenth Century there have been springing up religion upon religion, and churches upon churches, all fighting and quarreling with one another, and all because of the private interpretation of the Bible.
Christ sent His Apostles with authority to teach all nations, and never gave them any command of writing the Bible. And the Apostles went forth and preached everywhere, and planted the Church of God throughout the earth, but never thought of writing
Up to that time the whole world for three hundred years did not know what the Bible was. Hence, they could not take the Bible for their guide, for they did not know what constituted the Bible. Would our Divine Saviour, if He intended man to learn his religion from a book, have left the Christian world for three hundred years without that book? Most assuredly not.
It is Divine Faith alone by which we give honor and glory to God, by which we adore His infinite wisdom and veracity. That adoration and worship is necessary for salvation.
We must have Faith in order to be saved, and we must have Divine Faith, not human faith. Human faith will not save a man, but only Divine Faith. What is Divine Faith? It is to believe, upon the authority of God, the truths that God has revealed, that is Divine Faith. To believe all that God has taught upon the authority of God, and to believe without doubting, without hesitation. For the moment you begin to doubt or hesitate, that moment you begin to mistrust the authority of God, and, therefore, insult God by doubting His word. Divine Faith, therefore, is to believe without doubting and without hesitating. Human faith is belief upon the authority of men, on human authority. But Divine Faith is to believe without doubting, without hesitating, whatsoever God has revealed upon the authority of God, upon the Word of God.
Fr. Arnold Damen, S.J. (1815 - 1890)
This answer is also pasted in my other web sites namely: -
Thursday, March 1, 2007
A DAY WITH MY
Mr. S. Patrick Whaley
of Johnson & Johnson Ltd.
I narrate here my experience of working in the field with my
Managing Director, in May 1966, at Bangalore. What a really memorable experience it was to work with a great human being.
What a great charismatic person Mr. S. Patrick Whaley, my Managing Director, Johnson & Johnson Ltd., was to an ordinary salesman as I was then.
Sometime in May 1966, I got an express telegram at Madras from my Sales Manager. He wanted me to receive our Managing Director at Bangalore Airport. I was a little nervous first because many a time working in the Bombay Office, I have witnessed his blasting at top Sales Executives always using adverse, ear-unfriendly adjectives. When he grew angry over a right cause he never cared about time, context and others’ presence in front. He was short and stocky and to my understanding was of Scottish origin. His gait was fast and straight. While we worked in the hall, I used to see him opening the cabinets of executives and entering in it in lightning fastness. If we did not hear his shouts inside we were sure of him coming out with an enchanting smile. Every now and then the Executives’ cabinets will have new coats of paints. The office was kept spick-and-span. It was one of the few organizations in India then to have Saturday as a weekly holiday. Fifteen minutes after the working hours a host of workers will emerge with wood polish cans and buckets, full of water to polish the furniture and wash the floors. This was a daily routine. The company employed a few assistants for help, but no peons. The staff was to wear pants, a full- sleeved shirt with a tie of his choice. The shoes had to shine with everyday polishing. All employees observed these defined norms without fail.
One day I wore a half-sleeved shirt as the full-sleeved shirt was unavailable and to my bad luck I had to cross the Managing Director at the passage. He stopped for a second, looked at my shirt and then left. That was the first and last day I wore a half-sleeved shirt in the office because I knew the meaning of that look. Later in my stint at Bombay office, whenever I crossed him at the passage I was the recipient of a charming smile from him. He had never told me, but I assumed that he had a special regard for me because many a time he found me working late hours in the office either drafting a distributor agreement or a salesman’s appointment or typing out in the absence of the concerned Secretary. To the best of my understanding Mr. Patrick Whaley’s was a direct appointment from J & J abroad and his role was to further promote J & J brand name in India. He was a dynamic and aggressive person who not only promoted the image of J & J in India, but also, established its production facility at Mulund in Bombay. The factory was posh, modern and was known for its architectural excellence and exclusiveness. In front of the factory there was a vast lush green lawn, which was the talk and envy of the city’s industrial circles and the admiration of the connoisseurs. The factory had music channels spread all over. A call to an employee will be conveyed through the internal address system. Visitors were not allowed inside but asked to sit at the reception and the concerned person will be called to the reception for the meeting. If any one has to go inside the factory he will be provided with a white uniform and a cap that reminds one of a Doctor’s surgery attire. Food equal to the quality of five star hotels was provided at the canteen by uniformed staff at an unbelievable low rate. Mr. Whaley delegated powers to his subordinates in such a way that everything went on as he desired and none could even dream of coming to J & J level those days. The factory responsibility was delegated to an Italian, De Angeli by name and I could see him every now and then in our city office reporting to Mr. Patrick Whaley. Mr. Win Chadha - a big-built man -, another good human being was his choice as the General Sales Manager. When Mr. Win Chadha enters the office in the morning it was our custom to stand up and wish him “Good Morning”.
So at this old age too I visualise Mr. Patrick Whaley as a great man of great qualities, great ability and a great administrator who could never be equaled in any standard. He practiced his vision to perfection at an age when no industries could ever think of these types of modern and progressive concepts.
This was the person I was going to meet - He was a person of perfection and I, an ordinary industrial salesman. I could remember for a while his two faces - one emitting fury and the other sporting a bewitching smile. Working in Bombay office I never had an opportunity to talk to him face to face and I never knew what his attitude would be to his Salesman.
A day before his expected arrival I landed in Bangalore to take care of his stay and comforts. I went to the West End Hotel and booked the best room for him. Then, his conveyance! West End had a car hire service firm run by a tall Anglo-Indian. I ran to him. It never occurred to me that he would need a special car to suit his dignity. Fiat, Ambassador and Standard cars were the only Indian cars then. I told the person that any one of these would do. He said he did not have such cars. He then led me to the yard and showed me a number of cars parked over there. Pointing out a majestic glistening Chevrolet car he said in his inimitable style “SHE will suit you” and I agreed.
Then I remembered the School Inspection in my early days. We students used to receive a thorough coaching for two days and the school premises would be kept clean and tidy. The Inspector would return happy and elated after the inspection of the school awarding marks to himself to his liking over his administrative competence. I learned the right lesson and from my hotel room I telephoned to some industries and some stationers that Mr. Whaley would like to meet them. They had a great liking for me and they were happy.
Flight from Bombay was to arrive in the morning, later than 10 a. m. Around 9 “SHE” came and was parked inside the middle-class hotel I was staying and the driver came to my room. I walked majestically to “HER”; the driver opened the door and I entered in and sat comfortably. Too early to go to the airport, I concluded. I thought I would make a sales call without wasting time at the airport. Hindustan Aeronautics Ltd., was adjacent to the airport. Take me to HAL, I commanded. “Yes Sir”, the driver agreed. As a salesman it was very difficult for me to convince the gate staff to go inside the HAL factory. They will ask a lot of questions and for each one I had to meticulously answer to gain entry.
As “she” approached the gate the entire gate staff stood up and saluted me. I came out and went to the gate and asked them whether I could go in. “O K Sir” they replied. I went in, attended to my job and when I came out there was a second mass salute waiting for me. All, “she” did it for me. There I learned the first lesson on ‘image’. It was time to reach the H A L Airport. I rushed up. The Avro Aircraft landed on time.
I was gazing at the array of people coming down. A group of Saffron clad men were among them. My great personal problem is that, always when something curious happens my imagination goes wild and start scanning through bushes. I started thinking irrelevantly why these people preferred to travel in a plane while retaining the old and traditional rishi styles in dress. Instead of concentrating on my target I was watching and wondering at these persons. Minutes ticked-by.
“Thomas, Come”, a mild tap on my shoulder awakened me. Turning to the side I saw the smiling face of Mr. Patrick Whaley. Changing his bag to his left hand, he held me by my hand and started walking. “Where is the car”, he asked. “It is waiting, Sir”. He released my hand and in the meantime the well-trained driver rushed forward, saluted him, took his bag in his hand and all of us proceeded to the car. Seeing the car he was very happy and the driver courteously led him in. On the way was Higginbotham’s bookstall and he bought some books. They were our customers and Mr. Whaley was happy when the Manager exchanged pleasantries with me. His second stop was a retail liquor shop. He went in and came out with a crate of beer. From there we proceeded to the Hotel. He asked me to go back and refresh myself and meet him an hour later when he would accompany me to my customers. Earlier I had told him that no time would be wasted as industries and stationers can be met by planning our calls. An hour later, I returned to the Hotel and he was ready for the visits.
As I opened the door and he entered the back seat and proceeded to the front seat, he held my hand and asked me to sit by his side. I could not believe it. First, he asked me where I was staying and enquired about how comfortable I was in that hotel. My reply was positive. Then he asked about my personal life. He knew that I married earlier that year and enquired about my wife. By the time he had changed me from a man in awe to a man in admiration of a unique personality. I explained to him that after my marriage in January my wife had to go back to Jabalpore to complete the academic year where she taught and she was expected on the same day I was in Bangalore with him. I told him I had arranged a person to receive her at the Station in my absence. He felt very sorry that his visit had taken me away from her after months of absence immediately after the marriage. He expressed his regret and asked me to accompany him in the same flight he was taking to Madras that evening. I told him, having come I would like to work in Bangalore for two more days before returning to Madras. He was more surprised than impressed at my attitude. He then told me of his interests in Ayurvedic medicines and he referred to some as magic medicines like the one indicated for Jaundice. He asked me about the availability of industrial land in Bangalore and as a visionary said, Bangalore with its climate offered good investment for multinationals. Bangalore was not developed then and the only good hotel was the West End, under Spencer management if I remember correctly. Casually he said, “Thomas, the best investment is in real estates and not in LIC and other savings. Whatever little you have you invest in land and you will be amazed about its growth value-wise. Throughout he talked to me like a friend and a guide. I had really tasted an employer’s affection for an ordinary worker of his.
My first destination was Reliance Stationery Mart at Commercial Street owned by one Mr. Murthy. He was my well wisher, and I was confident that he would have a good stock of our products. I introduced Mr. Whaley to him and turned on to the shelf where our products were displayed and to my dismay not a single product of ours were there, instead it was full of our competitor’s product. Mr. Whaley was stunned and looked at me. “Sir, Thomas is a good and sincere salesman; but we can’t get along with your awful distributor. So we changed. Don’t blame Thomas, Sir, Change your distributor and see the change here the next time you come.” Mr. Whaley came out thanking Mr. Murthy. As we neared the car I was still not out of the shock. My future was in this person’s hands. What he will do, I feared the worst.
“What is this, Thomas, who is your Distributor”? I told him his name
“What are you going to do with this distributor? He seems very unpopular and does not fit in our set up.” I talked to him frankly. “The distributor was not appointed by me, he was our consumer products distributor and he was unfit to be an industrial product distributor. But in spite of my adverse reports my Sales Manager insists that he should be retained. I do not know, why? I replied.
“Look Thomas, you have to remove him. He is unfit to be our distributor. How soon are you going to remove him?
“Instantly I will report to my Sales Manager and your advice too will be conveyed to him. In a month or so you will find another one in his place”. He did not smile; he just laughed. “We are governed by certain agreements with our distributors. Besides we have to be fair to them even if they were a little unfair to us. Further we have to find another suitable one to replace him lest our business will further suffer. It is hard, these days to find one and we should not repeat the same mistake. So proceed cautiously.”
In my mind I saluted his deep wisdom and mature approach to business practices. The next visit was to Kissan Products where we had met the Sales Manager Mr. Oberoi, who was in all praise for me - a kind gesture - told him that the company was lucky to have me as a salesman. Again, an enchanting smile from Mr. Whaley! He took us to the factory floor where the jams were made and the packaging process they followed. Mr. Whaley was very happy. Coming out Mr. Whaley expressed his desire to buy some Pears, which he thought would be available in plenty in Bangalore. The Driver took us to the fruit market and Mr. Whaley walked through leftovers and rubbish strewn in the market, with me and we scanned the entire market and we could not get one. Even this day when I see a pear I remember Mr. Whaley and I feel sad that he could not get it from Bangalore. It was nearing 3.00 p.m and Mr. Whaley advised me to go on with my job and he would retain the car till he left for Madras from Bangalore. He had appointments with some pharmaceutical products manufacturers in Bangalore, which he had to keep. I told the Driver that I would be returning to the Hotel and settling the bills myself. I paid him some money and left.
For days together Mr. Whaley was in my mind with his enchanting smile, his maturity of business thoughts and his wisdom coated solution to problems. He was very nice and kind to me. During the hours I spent with him, he came down to my level to make me feel at home. He expressed his genuine concern over my welfare.
The story does not end here. Several months later there was a Sales Conference in Bombay. One night our division held a cocktail party. Mr. Whaley participated in the party. From a distance I was watching him. I always detested alcohol and was standing away. Mr. Whaley soon found me out. He rushed to his secretary Mrs. Bell and brought her to me. “Look Mrs. Bell, this was the boy - I was 33 then - I was working with, in Bangalore. His customers like him very much.” He then turned to me and enquired about my wife and specially asked me whether I was happy in life. Incidentally, Mr. Whaley was a widower. He also did not fail to enquire how angry my wife was when she came down to Madras and found out that he had taken me away from her on her return to Madras. I just smiled. He shook my hands, wished me and left along with Mrs. Bell.
I do not know when Mr. Whaley left India. It was my keen desire to send him a basket full of Pears, which never materialized much to my distress and grief. When he left he addressed a Press conference and one reporter put up a question of the “hire and fire” policy of J & J. His reply was that “a company should not operate on the whims and fancies of individuals. If a person wants to leave, let him leave. If a person is not needed and his presence is damaging to the interests of the company he should be sent out immediately. A company should always keep the next man ready to take over and fill in the vacancy. I believed in this principle and this policy had borne fruits” (The above was the basics and not a word-to-word reproduction of his press statement)
Mr. Patrick Whaley is surely not living now. But great men like him leave eternal footprints worthy of adoration and adaptation. I have a space reserved for him in my heart which only death can erase. What a great personality he was! by: - K. Mathew Thomas
My loving God, you have destined me to be a physician by profession.
My loving God, you have destined me to practice my profession, with dignity and devotion.
My loving God, you have destined me to accept your gift of ‘healing through LOVE’
My loving God, you have destined me to learn that love in healing can be applied through selflessness alone.
My loving God, you have destined me to empathize with my brethren to serve them with talents you graciously bestowed on me.
My loving God, I thank you for all the bliss I enjoy in my profession through your bountiful grace.
And this my Lord, is my gift to you for what you have ordained me to be - by duty, devotion, determination and dignity - A PHYSICIAN in the service of humanity. K. Mathew Thomas
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
(infosys foundation) on
J R D TATA
(An Angry letter from a young lady made JRD Tata change his rule. Sudha Murthy was livid when a job advertisement posted by a Tata company at the institution where she was completing her post graduation stated, “Lady candidates need not apply”. She dashed off a post card to JRD Tata, protesting against the discrimination. Following this, Mrs. Murthy was called for an interview and she became the first female engineer to work on the shop floor at Telco (now Tata Motors). It was the beginning of an association that would change her life in more ways than one.)
“ 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 Jamshetji 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 top most 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, 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 mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! 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. 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 realized 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 realization 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 politely, “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.”
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 realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him 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 “aapro JRD”. Aapro means “our” in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House 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 a 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. I was 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 realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for 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. 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 good-bye to him, so I stopped. He saw 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. 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.”
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 that unknown 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. 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.
My love and respect for the House of Tata remain undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.”
A MOVING TALE
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal, he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.”
He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.”
As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Year’s later, that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, he went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown, he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day, he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won.
Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge, and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words: “PAID IN FULL WITH ONE GLASS OF MILK” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.”
“Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise; they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company; gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers”. (Socrates, 5th Century BC)
“A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds. Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it. Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long.” (Proverbs 31:10-21, MSG)
When friends enter a home they sense its personality and character, the family’s style of living—these elements make a house come alive with a sense of identity, a sense of energy, enthusiasm, and warmth, declaring, this is who we are; this is how we live. (Ralph Lauren)
“The great teachings unanimously emphasize that all the peace, wisdom, and joy in the universe are already within us; we don't have to gain, develop, or attain them. We're like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight. We don't need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we really are -- as soon as we quit pretending we're small or unholy”UNKNOWN:
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Makanyane Joseph Mmopedi
"Our job is to sell our clients' merchandise . . . not ourselves. Our job is to kill the cleverness that makes us shine instead of the product. Our job is to simplify, to tear away the unrelated, to pluck out the weeds that are smothering the product message."
"It takes courage to be creative. Just as soon as you have a new idea, you are a minority of one."
E. Paul Torrance
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist when you grow up."
"The secret of true genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm."
"Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle."
"When all think alike, no one is thinking very much."
Walter Lippmann (1889-1974)
"Sometimes you gotta create what you want to be a part of."
"Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten."
Gucci family slogan
"Quality isn't something that can be argued into an article or promised into it. It must be put there. If it isn't put there, the finest sales talk in the world won't act as a substitute."
"A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself."
"The Internet holds immense potential as a marketing tool. As an interactive medium that reaches around the world, it promises an inter-personalization of advertising. As mass communication becomes mass-interpersonal communication, marketing efforts become more efficient, effective, and extensive."
Jef I. Richards, Legal Potholes on the Information Superhighway, 1997.
"If commerce is the engine of our economy, then advertising is the spark.
Responsible advertisers are the drivers who keep us on the
right track, leading to a richer, more benevolent society."
Brian Philcox, 1991.
"The first thing one must do to succeed in advertising is to have the attention of the reader. That means to be interesting. The next thing is to stick to the truth, and that means rectifying whatever's wrong in the merchant's business. If the truth isn't tell-able, fix it so it is. That is about all there is to it."
John E. Powers, 19th Century copywriter.
Watch your manner of speech if you wish to develop a peaceful state of mind. Start each day by affirming peaceful, contented and happy attitudes and your days will tend to be pleasant and successful. --Norman Vincent Peale
To go fast, row slowly. --Norman Vincent Peale
One way to become enthusiastic is to look for the plus sign. To make progress in any difficult situation, you have to start with what's right about it and build on that. --Norman Vincent Peale
The cyclone derives its powers from a calm center. So does a person. --Norman Vincent Peale
Understanding can overcome any situation, however mysterious or insurmountable it may appear to be. --Norman Vincent Peale
People become really quite remarkable when they start thinking that they can do things. When they believe in themselves they have the first secret of success. --Norman Vincent Peale
Life's blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed at the fire of enthusiasm. --Norman Vincent Peale
Believe it is possible to solve your problem. Tremendous things happen to the believer. So believe the answer will come. It will. --Norman Vincent Peale Positive Thinking Every Day by Norman Vincent Peale
Anybody can do just about anything with [themselves] that [he/she] really wants to and makes up [their] mind to do. We are all capable of greater things than we realize. --Norman Vincent Peale
Never talk defeat. Use words like hope, belief, faith, victory. --Norman Vincent Peale Positive Thinking Every Day
Practice hope. As hopefulness becomes a habit, you can achieve a permanently happy spirit. --Norman Vincent Peale Positive Thinking Every Day
Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure. The way you thing about a fact may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. You are overcome by the fact because you think you are. --Norman Vincent Peale
Understanding can overcome any situation, however mysterious or insurmountable it may appear to be. --Norman Vincent Peale
Too much caution is bad for you. By avoiding things you fear, you may let yourself in for unhappy consequences. It is usually wiser to stand up to a scary-seeming experience and walk right into it, risking the bruises as hard knocks. You are likely to find it is not as tough as you had thought. Or you may find it plenty tough, but also discover you have what it takes to handle it. --Norman Vincent Peale Minister and Author
Nutmeg was used in the preparations of various medicines in ancient times. Even today, it is used in several important and widely used pharmaceutical preparations. The oil extracted from the herb is used in liniments, perfumery, hair lotions and as an antispasmodic carminative.
The powder of nutmeg, about 5 to 15 grams, mixed with apple juice or banana, is used as a specific remedy for diarrhoea caused by indigestion of food. The same quantity of nutmeg powder taken with a tablespoon of fresh amla juice thrice daily is effective for indigestion, hiccups and morning sickness.
The powder of nutmeg, mixed with fresh amla juice, is also an effective medicine for insomnia, irritability and depression. Nutmeg paste mixed with honey is given to infants who cry at night for no apparent reason, to induce sleep. It should, however, not be given regularly without medical advice as it may cause serious complications and addiction in infants.
The herb is useful in treating dehydration caused by vomiting and diarrhoea, particularly in cholera. An infusion prepared from half a nutmeg in half a litre of water given with tender coconut water in doses of 15 grams at a time, is an effective treatment.
Nutmeg is used in the treatment of skin diseases like ringworm and eczema. The paste of the herb prepared by rubbing it on a stone slab in one's own early morning saliva – before cleansing the mouth – is applied once daily as a specific remedy in the treatment of these conditions.
A nutmeg coarsely powdered and fried in til oil, until all the particles become brown, is very useful as an external application to relieve any rheumatic pain, neuralgia and sciatica. The oil should be cooled and strained before application.
In case of a running nose, a paste made from this with cow's milk and 75 mg of opium should be applied to the forehead and the nose, it will provide quick relief.
Nutmeg, mixed with honey and a half-boiled egg, makes an excellent sex tonic. It prolongs the duration of the sexual act if taken an hour before intercourse.
In Germany, the Nazis first came for the communists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Catholic. Then they came for me... and by that time, there was no one to speak up for anyone. -- Martin Niemoeller, Pastor,
German Evangelical (Lutheran) Church
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. -- Dwight D. Eisenhower
President of the United States
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
n Albert Einstein
A GOOD MARRIAGE RECIPE
by Louis McBurney, M.D.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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