His finely honed aptitude, unusual wittiness, never-ending sanguinity and translucent mental picture are evident in every chapter of this book.
What readers will find in this book is not simply the proposals and schemes and initiatives of the most triumphant industrialist in India, but also the image of a committed organizer whose concerns extended further than his own wellbeing and that of the people close to him.
JRD was always prying about the people who worked for him; he wanted to know the whole thing about them, predominantly the manner in which they worked.
The author writes: “His peon once told Sabavala when he first came in, never to hide papers that he had not worked on by putting them away in a drawer, because saab would come and open every drawer to see what work was awaiting…”
He detested shallowness but was tolerant in accepting an authentic mistake.
What he would never accept was droopiness of any kind. He hated settling for second best, and persons found themselves on the wrong side of his legendary short temper if he suspected that they were sloppy, or not pulling their weight in the organisation.
A stickler for cleanliness and tidiness, JRD also detested anyone who told lies. He was very quick to gauge whether his staff was working hard or not. JRD spent many hours in his office. The result was that his subordinate staff had to spend even longer hours.
But if he had a short fuse, he was also big enough to admit his errors. He once wrote a hand-written note to Moolgaokar apologising for an outburst citing stress and insomnia.
He ended by saying that his affection and admiration for him (Moolgaokar) would never change. Little wonder then, that JRD commanded the lifelong loyalty, respect and affection of some of the finest technocrats in India.
The quest of the elevated realm' had not been a concern in JRD’s life.
JRD believed that God was love and later approved that too much would be incomprehensible if there was no God.
'Whatever his views on God and religion, JRD believed in reincarnation. Almost certainly, JRD's views on this subject, are best expressed in what he told Rev. Fr. M.M. Balaguer, former principal of St.Xavier's College, Bombay:
To me religion is service – one must play one's role.'
In the Bhagavad Gita , Karma Yoga is illustrated as the mental restraint or approach that administers the actions of an individual. This means, an individual practising Karma Yoga does acts that are predestined for him whatever be his state (Ashrama) or rank with the compact confidence that he does them simply because these are fated for him; he does not aver recognition for doing these acts, nor does he wish any produce or gain from the presentation of these acts.
Lord Krishna speaks vastly of Janaka and other Raja Rishis who are realised souls but are also engaged in their duties as rulers. It is very probable that the common man is inspired to imitate their obligation to responsibility — discharging one's duties for duty's sake.
And there can be no denying that JRD, did just that, all his life, and with unequaled composure and unassuming nature.
This is the story of the Father of Indian Industrial revolution – the story of a genius.
Most recommended.