“Cheers!”
Standing in the balcony of
Harpreet’s house, we watched the Jet Airways aircraft rising in the sky and
celebrated the same with the clinking of our glasses.
We? My colleagues Harpreet, Atul,
Arvind and I. We were senior employees- General Managers and Vice Presidents! We
were working in a pharmaceutical company in Ahmedabad.
Celebration? Yes. My boss, the MD
of the company was leaving for US for 15 days. We were celebrating the same.
Since he was going to be away for 15 days, we had organized the party on a
grand scale and it continued till 1 o’clock in the night.
Celebrations for
shorter periods of absence were done on a more humble scale. For example when
he went out for a meeting for a couple of hours, we used to celebrate in the
lassi ka dukkan off CG Road. His day trip to Mumbai warranted a lunch at
Restaurant Mirch Masala.
Was boss’s absence such a big
deal?
Yes, it was. Consider the
following.
“Hariharan,
we need to go to Ankleshwar factory tomorrow. I’ll send the car to your house
at 2.”
“Sure sir. I will go home for
lunch at 1 and will wait for your car there.”
“I meant 2 in the morning (!!!).
We will reach Ankleshwar at 6, when the first shift starts.”
When the car came to pick me up at
the auspicious time of 2 in the morning, I saw Ramparasad and Nagarajan in the
back seat. I was heading the Bulk Drug business of the Company. Ramprasad was in
charge of production at Ankleshwar plant and Nagarajan was the Research Head. We
smiled at our fate and went to boss’s house to pick him up.
Once in the car, my boss started
discussing the plan for scaling up a new molecule. I had to take minutes of the
meeting- in the car at 2.30 in the night!
“Choksi, why are the margins of oncology products so low compared
to the budget?” That was my boss questioning the Head of Finance during a
monthly performance review meeting. The meeting was at the Dholka Factory which
was 25 kms away from Ahmedabad.
“I have a product-wise analysis.
Unfortunately the file is in Corporate Office, Ahmedabad.”
“Then go and get it.” It was 9 o’
clock in the night. We were all hoping that the meeting would end in the next
half an hour and we would be leaving for home. We had been reviewing the
performance of the previous month since 8 in the morning.
At 9 in the night, my boss was
telling Choksi to go all the way to Ahmedabad to bring a file!
Did the absence of such boss for
15 days not call for celebration?
He was not
an odd boss out. Consider my earlier boss.
“What is this Hariharan? How could
you do this?” My boss at the multinational pharmaceutical company in Bombay (It
was called so those days) was looking at me in utter disbelief.
I had joined the company just a
month earlier. It was the first week of July. You must be knowing how it rains
in June-July in Bombay.
What was my crime?
I was wearing a brown shirt, blue
pant, red tie and a chappal! ( I just needed a white rimmed sun glass to be a Govinda in a David Dhawan movie!)
“It has been raining for a week
now….all my clothes are wet….only these were dry….wearing leather shoe in a
rainy day…..” I was not able to talk coherently.
“You go back home, change and
come,” was the curt reply of my boss.
Going back? I lived in Dombivili
and my office was in Ballard Estate. For those who do not know Mumbai, it is a
distance of 60 kms.
“If I go back, I may not be able
to return before evening sir.”
“Then don’t come back.”
We were standing in the
Administration hall where 15-20 of my colleagues were staring at us, listening
to our conversation.
Till then I had never felt so low
in life.
One more of
my bosses.
“Sir, I am getting married on Jul
3. Sunday. Please do come.” I extended the invitation to my boss who was the
General Manager of Madras Region of a private sector bank.
My boss had a quick glance at the
invitation and said,” Fine. Fine. But remember. You are resuming duty on
Tuesday. We have a Board Meeting on Wednesday and we have 9 credit proposals.”
That was the response when I
extended my marriage invitation.
None of my colleagues attended my
marriage. Reason? They were called to office on Sunday to prepare for the Board
Meeting.
Of course I have a boss now who is quite considerate. When I was
working in Ahmedabad, I was desperately looking for another job. (What else
would I do with a boss like him?) I applied to a Tanaznian Company. The MD and
HR Director flew down to Bombay to interview the candidates. I was also called
for the interview.
The day prior to the interview, my
boss told me he would like to discuss the 3 year plan of Bulk Drug business with
me the next day.
‘My God! How do I go to Bombay for
the interview?’ I did not want to miss the interview. I called the MD of the
Tanzanian Company who would be conducting my interview and informed him of my
problem. He was cool. He told me to discuss the 3 year plan with my boss and
catch the evening flight to Bombay. He would meet me at 8 in the night at
Little Italy Restaurant, Juhu Tara Road, Bombay.
I attended the 3 year plan review.
As usual the meeting continued well beyond office hours. When I came out of the
meeting it was 8.30 in the night. I missed my flight. I called the interviewer
and apologized. He said he was leaving India the next morning and would meet me anytime if only I could somehow make it.
My colleague told me that there
was an Air India flight which came from Muscat to Ahmedabad at 9.30 in the
night and left for Bombay at 10.30. I could go to the Airport and buy the
ticket.
I landed at Bombay airport at
11.30 in the night. The HR Director of the Tanzanian Company had come to the
Airport to receive me. He drove me to Little Italy Restaurant.
The MD interviewed me at 1 in the
night! He was satisfied with me. He and the HR Director took me to their hotel.
The HR Director printed my appointment letter in the Business Centre of the
Hotel and the MD signed it at 3.30 in the morning!
They took a cab to International
Airport and I took one to Domestic Airport.
It is 11 years now since I joined
the Company- longest stint in my career. Through that one incident, one gesture
my current boss has bought my loyalty forever.
PS: The tougher bosses were of course good
paymasters- good pay rise ever year, furnished accommodation, luxury car, etc.,
though my friends called the same ‘Insult Allowance’.
hehe enjoyed it sir !
ReplyDeleteHorrible bosses.. Hariharan bosses :)
Dee..
Very interesting anecdotes. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAwesome post :D
ReplyDeleteYes I'm recently getting to know the boss type :x The current boss sounds like a lot of fun :)
Yes the current boss is nice. Hope you don't get bosses the likes of what I had in the past.
DeleteThanks Mr.Hari fr your regular views and comments on y blog
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteYour colleagues were right. It is indeed insult allowance and unfortunately many have to take it due to financial and other compulsions in life. Loved the humour laced with irony.
ReplyDelete10 years after leaving the jobs I am able to look at my previous bosses humorously. At that time they were nightmares.
DeleteInteresting post. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha came across a new term today 'insult allowance'. :D
Thanks Vinay. Credit for 'insult allowance' goes to my friend.
ReplyDeleteInsult Allowance!! haha :P
ReplyDeleteI have been lucky with the bosses so far. Some may not have been as considerate as your latest one, but I have rarely had trouble with any one.
I wonder if their experience or their environment made them behave like that or were they inherently inconsiderate!
That's a good point- whether their environment made them behave like this or they were inherently inconsiderate. I don't know the answer. But worth thinking about.
DeleteThanks for the views.
Interesting. This is one of the long pending topics in my long list of 'posts to be written'. :)
ReplyDeleteAlmost every working employee has a lot to write about his bosses. I can understand. Eager to know about your bosses.
ReplyDeleteHa this one was a must share. Thanks to you for that :D
ReplyDeleteThanks Vijay.
DeleteWhat does one gain by being so bossy? Display of brute power and showing off simply to show whose the real boss? ;).
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