THE GIRL WRITING AS HERSELF.... Truly Inspirational. Read Complete.
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 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 Rs30 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.
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 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 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.
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 'appro JRD'. Appro 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 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. 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 goodbye 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. 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 remains 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. (Sudha Murthy is a widely
published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in
a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana
Murthy is her husband.)
Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special
Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to
commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004 .
Sudha Murthy and Narayana Murthy
From India, Coimbatore
733It 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 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 Rs30 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.
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 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 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.
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 'appro JRD'. Appro 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 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. 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 goodbye 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. 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 remains 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. (Sudha Murthy is a widely
published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in
a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana
Murthy is her husband.)
Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special
Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to
commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004 .
Sudha Murthy and Narayana Murthy
From India, Coimbatore
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