Nadir Godrej comes to SCID (Stanford Center for International Development) India conference every year. As a matter of fact he co-sponsors the conference along with me and Naushad Forbes of Forbes Marshall. It is always fun to have him present his thoughts in verse. As a matter of fact he is a prolific poet. Look at http://www.nadirgodrej.com/ for his works.

Here is a sample:

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India’s Knowledge Economy

Though India now is on the rise
It was not always so.
Our policies then were unwise
Our growth was very slow.

The Hindu rate it was then called,
A very narrow range.
The liberals were most appalled.
For years there was no change.

Our population grew so fast
That jobs were hard to find.
Of all the students that had passed
Large numbers were assigned

To jobs in other distant lands.
Our nation saw no gain.
And we bemoaned the broken strands
And coined the term brain drain.

When Rajiv Gandhi loosened things
The economy then rose.
But Bofors came and clipped his wings
And we were filled with woes.

And finally our gold was hocked
So money could be loaned.
The nation was extremely shocked,
The people moaned and groaned.

But IMF and World Bank could
Do what no Indian dared,
Cut all the socialist dead wood.
At first, we were quite scared.

As prisoners we celebrated
The loss of chains and balls
And yet perversely we still hated
The fall of protective walls.

The licences had been a pain,
We wanted them to go.
But prison had shown us some gain-
The competition’s low!

The walls came tumbling nonetheless,
We learnt how to compete.
At first it seemed a total mess
But soon we learnt to beat

Our rivals anywhere on earth.
Our quality now soared.
We cut the fat, reduced our girth,
Our fitness was restored.

Brazil relied on its vast land.
Our holdings were quite small.
In agriculture we can’t stand,
Against them we would fall
Now Russia has its ores and oil,

But India has much less.
The Chinese know they have to toil
Our labour law’s a mess.

Our infrastructure’s very weak
Shanghai is way ahead.
But telecom is not so bleak,
It can be safely said.

The hand we’re dealt is not so strong,
But still, has trumps and an ace.
Though there are cards, for which we long,
We still can join the race.

And now’s the time to gratefully thank

The men who made us strong.
Upon their foresight we now bank
And will do so for long.

Jawaharlal Nehru’s socialism
Has been the cause of slumps.
But he saved us from cataclysm
By providing us with trumps.

His vision was of a proud nation
Lead by technology.
He laid great store on education
And started IIT.

Now IIT and IIM

Have earned themselves a name
And we are justly proud of them.
They are trumps in the game.

Though many others made the case
Macaulay wrote the minute
And English proved to be our ace
Our brightest minds think in it.

For all these years, we were left out
But now the earth is flat.
On bumpy fields it was a rout
On a level field we bat.

In IT we are in the lead

We never seem to miss.
Large companies all seem to need
Wipro or Infosys.

Now some observers seem to think
That even TCS
Could someday be at the brink
In a deadly game of chess.

Now foreign firms can play the game
And hire all our brains,
They have deep pockets and a name
And surely they’ll make gains.

But Indian firms can soon strike back

And buy their rivals out.
Of cash reserves, they have no lack
Their market value’s stout.

In BPO as you all know,
India leads the way.
The industry can only grow
As more firms join the fray.

Now IT needs trained engineers,
Which are in short supply.
When other graduates need careers,
It’s BPO they try.

Call Centres were all you could see

In the early days.
Now accounting, radiology
Are amongst the ways.

But of course there are no limits.
The higher up you go
The better we can pit our wits.
The benefits just grow.

The bandwidth costs are coming down
Large files can be transmitted
To every little Indian town
Processed and resubmitted.

But Knowledge is more than IT

Or even BPO.
Our Generic Pharma industry
Puts on the greatest show.

And drug discovery will grow,
As will our Biotech.
And contract R&D will flow.
Some just collect a cheque,

While others go and buy abroad
And spread their wings world wide.
Now many more can well afford
This route that’s true and tried.

Our Ayurveda could be used

To cure the world at large.

With modern science it could be fused
To lead another charge.

Now China’s labour cost is low.
On cost we can’t compete.
But still our industry can grow
We need some other feat.

Our engineers are very good
They help to optimize.
And using them we surely could
Win the industrial prize.

In auto parts we can compete,
In chemicals as well.
In fact in fields which are replete
With knowledge we can sell.

Our private sector’s very large,
In China it’s the State.
Our companies will lead the charge
And storm the global gate.

In services we do excel
But manufacturing too,
Wherever knowledge can propel,
Is something we can do.

So knowledge is the solid base
On which we’ll have to build.
And if that is indeed the case,
The bank must be refilled.

Our institutes are very good
But the world is on the move.
It has to be well understood
They must always improve.

In many parts of our great nation
The teachers have decamped.
Our primary education
Just has to be revamped.

In education we must invest
And build our knowledge base.
And if we pass this final test
We will have won the race.

Ann and Kanwal, Xmas of 1971
Ann and Kanwal, Xmas of 1971
Ann in 1972
Ann in 1972
Ann and Kanwal in 1973
Ann and Kanwal in 1972
Prepared for India trip in 1973
Prepared for India trip in 1973
In Kanpur 1973
With Family in Kanpur 1973

I arrived in California in early December of 1971. I finally settled down in my job at Singer-Link in Sunnyvale, California. Sunnyvale was at the heart of emerging Semiconductor industry in Northern California’s Santa Clara Valley. Later, much later, Santa Clara valley came to be known as Silicon Valley.

Having been laid off 3 times, I had become very leery of longevity of any job. I became convinced that a job is an economic arrangement; Companies will keep you as long as you are  productive and the Company is doing well and not a day longer. One should not feel loyal or attached to the job a day longer than it is still fun and satisfying. I felt that I had not paid attention to the business side of the companies. All the companies I worked for were losing out in the market place and sooner or later would not need and could not afford to pay engineers. 1971 was also a bad year overall. Vietnam War and Space program were both winding down. Between the defense industry and the Space industry, a very large number of engineers were being laid off. Singer-Link was a defense contractor and I was not sure my job would last. Though, there were no signs of any imminent danger. I had promised myself and Ann that I will not be caught with my pants down ever again. I kept my resume up-to-date and kept applying for jobs and kept going for interviews all over US for next three years. I also signed up at Santa Clara University’s early bird program for working professionals. I broadened my educational base by taking courses in software and eventually in business also for next 5 years.

My job at Singer-Link was extremely interesting. We were designing Flight Simulators for Air Force and Navy. These simulators were essentially very large, specialized computers where we implemented complex algorithms in hardware to process data in real-time to produce images that a pilot would see  on his radar screen and out of the windows. I came to be the expert in radar simulation. My knowledge of both hardware and software gave me a special edge. I applied for several patents and was granted two of them. I moved up the ranks rapidly and came to be known as real hotshot in the company. I eventually stopped worrying about losing the job as the company and to some extent Air Force came to see me as a real asset.

By early 1973, it had been 5 years since I left home and two years since I got married. My family had not met Ann. We started planning a trip to India and finally traveled to Kanpur in the November of 1973. I had changed as a person. It had been 10 years since I lived in Kanpur. Kanpur had no facilities; no hotels, no restaurants, no airport. Our house did not have a proper toilet before I left for IIT but my parents had hustled to have one done before I and Ann showed up. It was great visiting family but the trip was very hard on both me and Ann. We did take special trips to Kashmir, Agra, Delhi and Khajuraho. A six weeks trip felt like eternity. I had not taken even a week off my work let alone six weeks until then.

My bosses at Link were worried that I may not return. They sent me a telegram saying that the company will pick up the expenses for the trip and I will get a 20% raise when I came back. It was first time I saw a tangible proof that companies take care of their star performers! That was a big help as plane fares in early seventies were about same as  they arenow but salaries were one tenth in dollar terms.

Return we did! I and Ann bought our first house in San Jose on her VA benefits. Under those benefits we did not have to pay any thing down and interest was also subsidized to the tune of 1%.

Life was settling back to normal in our new house in early 1974 when a telegram came from India that my dad had passed away in a motorcycle accident. I had promised him a trip to America before I left. That was his lifelong dream. Having made the trip the year before and having bought the house I was in no position to travel back. I was glad that he had met Ann. They both had taken an instant liking to each other. I was only 28 at the time and this was a big blow but one lives by the choices one makes in life.

King George VI Anna 1 King George VI Anna 2 King George VI Athhani (Half Rupee) 1 King George VI Athhani (Half Rupee) 2 Moriwala Paisa (Paisa with a hole) 1 Moriwala Paisa (Paisa with a hole) 2 Queen Victoria Paisa 1 Queen Victoria Paisa 2 East India Company Half Anna 1 East India Company Half Anna 2 King Edward VIII Paisa 1 King Edward VIII Paisa 2 King George V Paisa 1 King George V Paisa 2After Almost 70 years after Independence, the British in India in an abstraction for most people. I was born in 1945. British money was still in circulation in 1950. New Indian money using decimal system  did not come in to being till 1957. Old Rupee had 16 Annas. Each Anna had four Paisa. All of these coins are from my childhood.

Also listen to a song from 1957: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3oFsT5i4B8

 

 

With Baji in 1989
Kanwal with Baji (mom) in 1989
Baji with Kids
Baji with Ruby ( my sister) and kids

Baji

 

My mom Raj Kaur Rekhi (nee’ Oberoi) would have 96 this year. We called her Baji. She was born in Lahore and passed away in the Bay Area in 1998 . She outlived my dad by almost 24 years. She was was the middle sibling in a pack of 9 and did not get much education. She was  her mid-twenties at the time of the partition. She was the bedrock of our family.  I felt I was a favorite of her, though she did not favor any body.

My mom had as hard a life as you can imagine. She had eight kids of her own, had three sister in laws, two brother in laws and her father in law and mother in law to worry about. My memory of her is one of constant working; cooking breakfast to get dad out to work & kids out to school, lunch for remaining people, do daily laundry for the whole tribe, start cooking dinner. Did I mention doing dishes and house cleaning? We could not afford much hired help. My aunts did help out but I still remember constant work. All this before we had any machines. No washer or dryer, no fridge or stove. We used coal for cooking. There was no TV or time to watch TV. We did have an old radio that we all listened to.

When Dad started to go out for postings on his own, mom had to take over as the head of household too. That meant all shopping to run the household was on her shoulder too. I very early on stepped in to take over that part of the household. I was doing all the shopping; buying wheat and taking to the mill (Chukky) to be ground in to flour, going to Mandi (farmer’s market) to get vegetables, going to milkman to get milk. I became the man about house managing the monthly allowance that dad gave us. I would make sure that money will last the whole month. All this at the age of twelve!

After I left for IIT in 1963, one of the younger brother stepped in my shoes. Mom did all this without complaining. She made sure none of us felt neglected.

I left for US in 1967. I started to help financially as soon as I got my first job. Mom kept reminding me that brothers and sisters needed a helping hand. I sponsored them all to come to US, one by one they all came. She was not sure she wanted to come to US or not. After the death of Indira Gandhi in 1984. Congress Goondas (Goons) rioted against Sikhs, especially in Delhi and Kanpur.  Our house was attacked and almost fire bombed. Did not matter that we were a military family; besides my dad, two of my brothers served in the army. Mom did not feel safe in her house any more and she also finally emigrated.

She lived to see me achieve the great success that I eventually did. She loved America and all its conveniences. She loved soaps and was especially fond of Pakistani Soaps. She was very proud of her family till the end and was rueful that dad did not live to see family prosper.