Friday, 9 July 2021

Hemantha Kalam - 95 'Of Campaigns and Promos'

Though my basic qualification, if I may be allowed to call it that, is an under graduation in commerce, I later fortified myself with Materials, Marketing and Finance Management studies. However, either directly or indirectly, almost all my professional life was based on communications, marketing and sales.

While in the marketing, especially the retail part of it, I had exposure to and experience in, playing key roles either in one area or all of them in the planning, budgeting and executing of several schemes and promotions, and to successfully mount campaigns around them.

Among such schemes and promotions, the ‘Introductory offer’ of one free on purchase of one item, ‘Baker’s Dozen’ which means one free for the purchase of every 12 numbers of the same product [which works out to a discount of about 8.33% by simple calculation and slightly differently if one is taking the route of a Return on Investment (RoI) calculation], so much off on return of a container or a wrapper are some of the common promotions which by now many customers are familiar with. 

But I am going to write about a few campaigns and promos which, in my opinion, were quite interesting and have some anecdotes attached to the same.

The first one is ‘Door to Door’ canvassing, sampling and selling

About 40 years ago I was working in the Secunderabad depot of a nationally reputed Fast Moving Consumer Goods (FMCG) company that had introduced a new washing soap. We wanted to introduce the product to the prospective customers by doing a ‘Door to Door’ (D2D) canvassing manoeuvre. The job is to extoll the benefits of the product and if a customer shows interest, to sell the product as a sample at a discounted price.

Since the primary objective of the ‘D2D’ canvassing is to introduce a new product to a customer, that is the only time when a company really gives a discount by covering the same under the promotion cost. Rest of the times any discount offered is hardly a discount at all. After all, there are no free lunches, ever. 

Because many of the local sales representatives already had their hands full, the branch has requested the Sales Supervisor Mr. TRR from the neighbouring state, to come to Hyderabad and lend a helping hand. Reason for choosing Mr. TRR was not only because he could speak the language but was considered to be of good integrity and also with considerable experience in promoting new products.

During this operation, in the twin cities of Hyderabad and Secunderabad, I was to be his side-kick. I was all of 23 years old and literally a green horn with hardly any experience in such activities. Mr. TRR had interviewed some professional teams in the twin cities who had claimed to be having an experience in the services to be provided and fixed one service provider for the job.

After due briefing, we started on day one when Mr. TRR took me along with the team to Kacheguda area and the teams were assigned as two members for a street. Inevitably, almost always, the team members were women who can perhaps have more patience and persuasiveness than men (pardon my gender bias but then there it is). The area was clearly demarcated and the team started working.

Now Mr. TRR and I had two specific jobs - to ensure;

1) the safety of women team members – after all, one doesn’t know what type of person/s the team members would encounter at each home they are knocking at, jeopardising their safety and

2) that the team members don’t sell away the product to a retailer.

As real discount is being offered during this campaign time, it is tempting to both the parties;

- an enterprising ‘D2D’ team member to simply offload the stock with a retailer on the sly, to escape the drudgery of going door to door lugging so many pieces of the soaps and

- to the retailers who can get it much cheaper than from a dealer. 

Not only did I understand the job well, but being a loafing vagabond that I was and am, I enjoyed loitering in the streets and by lanes and got to know the place rather intimately.

In fact, over a period, campaigns such as these became real professional with the team members who started wearing uniform attire and going about their work. However, I haven’t come across such people over the past decade or so. Is it shutters to this type of campaigns now?

The second one is ‘Mystery Consumer’ Contest

This is a very interesting contest but works best under restricted communication pathways.

The sales representatives of the FMCG Company will offload products with the retailers through the stockists/distributors and tell the retailers that the company is going to run a ‘Mystery Consumer Contest’ during such and such a period. The company will delegate some mystery consumers who may visit the retailers’ shops anytime during the contest period. Any person may approach a retailer for buying their needs and if the retailer recommends our product and if that particular customer is the ‘Mystery Consumer’ delegated by the company, the retailer gets a spot incentive which is attractive and profitable to them.

Some of the office staff members who have not visited markets for professional reasons, have been delegated to be the ‘Mystery Consumers’. Care is taken that the market, such a person visits, is not a market that s/he frequents.

In my case I drew ‘Jam (Zam) Bazaar’ and ‘Oil Monger Street’ in between Royapettah and Triplicane of Madras (Chennai) which is about 9 kms from my house.

So every morning I woke up early and took a bag and the gift coupons and went to the target area on my scooter. Hitching up my 'Lungi' (to look more casual and realistic I wore casual household wear) I visited the shops and asked the shopkeepers casually for this and that product and finally said ‘please also give me a couple of good soaps”. At this cue, the shopkeeper is supposed to recommend our product.

During this assignment, I had some funny experiences;

a) Most of the retailers never recommended our product and after revealing who I was, they said I did not look like the type who would buy our product.

b) In those shops where they recommended our products, it was almost always the assistants or the boys in the shops, who were real fast to see me through and to recommend our product.

c) It was tough to meander from shop to shop without allowing one shopkeeper signalling the other about my presence.

d) After the first day, I could not enter the Jam Bazaar market again the next day as message about my visit has been shared among all shopkeepers by the lucky shopkeepers. I could only visit shops in the Oil Monger Street in the subsequent days too.

e) My brown beard (at that point of my age) was a landmark give away and I could not camouflage that very intelligently.

Though it was a lot of fun to do this campaign to motivate the shopkeepers, I wonder whether this would work now in the age of smart phones and self helping super markets.

The third is a ‘Tie-up with a Film Contest’

This was another very interesting contest/campaign that we conducted sometime during 1986.

Our office in Madras was catering to the business needs of the then united Andhra Pradesh (AP), Kerala, Pondicherry and Tamil Nadu with an office in Chennai. This contest, we planned, was to be operated in AP to bolster the sales of a particular brand of soap of ours that was taking a beating with the onslaught of competition.

So, the scheme was simple. Tie up our sagging product with that of a super hit film in a unique and ingenious way. The tie-up has again been facilitated by Mr. TRR who had live connections with the Telugu film industry (certainly much better than mine).

A film that was produced by a very reputed production house and which, for the first time, was shot on the 70 mm film format in the history of the Telugu film industry was chosen for the purpose. While the film was simultaneously produced in Hindi language as well, it later was dubbed into a few other languages too, if I am not mistaken.

Now, that was the time when Madras had a ban on screening other language films, except for Tamil films, in any of the film theatres in the city. So I had been allotted the manager’s car, his chauffeur to go to Tirupathi, the nearest town in AP (at about 156 kms distance) with a 70 mm screen, just to watch this Telugu film and intently at that.

With such strict rules in our company, this was indeed a rare honour for a teeny-weeny clerk like me. So we took off on an afternoon, watched the evening show of the film, stayed back for the night and returned to Madras the next day. Interestingly, the film was a super duper success collecting most of the investment by the first week itself.

Now my job really started.

We had to design a questionnaire or a form in Telugu, make artworks, and get them printed in hundreds of thousands. The forms asked the participants to fill with answers to questions which pertained mostly to the film. Like for instance, what was the colour of the blouse, the heroine was wearing, in a particular song sequence and so on. The participants of the contest will have to answer eight such ‘interesting’ and ‘very difficult’ questions, covering the entire length of the film.

The forms were distributed free of cost in all cinema halls where the subject film was screened along with the ticket. To answer these questions, the participants sometimes had to watch the film again and again. In the absence of video tapes, CDs and YouTube, this was an opportunity for the film to garner more income.

The tie-breaker was a slogan as to why the participant was using our product and as a proof of using our product, s/he had to attach the outer wrapper of our soap. The bounty for the participant was a decent chance of winning prizes from a real large array that comprised mostly of household electronics. Thus this became a win-win-win programme.

After a few days, the mails started coming in and started pouring in over a couple of weeks. Mr. EJMR, A driver with our company who knew Telugu, and I used to sit every day in the evening, after completing the regular duties assigned to us individually, to open the envelopes, seggregate them town-wise, ensuring validity and keeping them in segments. This continued for about four months or so till the movie ran in the theatres and the last date announced by us for the contest in the forms.

The first sieving was by us in filtering the wrong answers, hopeless endorsements / slogans, invalid forms that were not accompanied by the wrapper of our product. The filtered forms were validated by a panel of eminent Telugu Poets and Pundits, Late Brahmasri Yamijala Padmanabha Swamy, Late D. V. Narasaraju and Late Behara Ganesh Patro; nominated one by our company, one by the film production office and then a neutral tie-breaker.

All of us worked in right earnest and finally drew a list of the winners and intimated the winners too of the happy news.

The film production office proposed a date when a big function was to be held at VGP Golden Beach in Madras. In turn, we had informed this to our personnel in AP as well as the winners for making the logistic arrangements for at least the top three winners to be brought to Madras on company expenses, for participating in the function and receiving the awards.

The D-day arrived and when we were proceeding towards the venue at VGP Golden Beach, I started becoming ominous. The buses from AP were lined up, bumper to bumper, all the way from the Marundeeswarar temple in Tiruvanmiyur till up to the threshold of VGP Golden Beach, on both sides of the road, which is easily an eight kilometre stretch. If each bus was carrying at least 40 persons, one can guess the number of fans that attended the function on the day. And there were buses beyond VGP Golden Beach towards Mahabalipuram too. Our estimate of the crowd that gathered on the day was about 50,000 give or take a few.

We reached the venue without much ado. But from the main gate to get on to the podium was a herculean task. On the podium were displayed our prizes for the winners and mementos to be given by the film company to their technicians. On the ground before the podium was a sea of people in all sizes and colours and were in a frenzy to see their tinsel heroes and heroines in flesh and blood.

There were heavals and surges from one angle to the other swaying and tilting the podium very precariously. Stuntmen from the film industry in Madras, many of them quite inebriated, held raw bamboo sticks in their hands and started thrashing the crowds in a blind rage, seemingly in order to maintain some semblance of discipline. Bouncers were unheard about in Madras at that time; so these guys donned the roles. Many were injured, not mortally though thankfully. There was utter chaos.

Our manager who brought his family for the function prudently sent them back home immediately, in his car. He could not climb the podium as over a thousand people were trying to board it all at the same time. We had to literally hold his body parts whichever way we could lay our hands upon and haul him up.

Once he was on the podium, the stage started swaying and tilting dangerously. Not only our prize material but the safety of us was in jeopardy that day over there. We all jumped down in a hurry and one by one we all went our way. How the prize material was protected and brought back to be distributed later, was a puzzle to me and for which I don’t hold an answer till date, but somehow they were rescued unscathed.

All this happened because the film production gave full-page advertisements in the local vernacular newspapers inviting the fans for the function unconditionally. It helped the film production company to shoot that part of the people’s gathering, free of cost, which they could use immediately in their next film, based on a political subject.

The next time I met my manager in the office, he swore that he will never again tie-up with a film. But it did stir the hornet’s nest and the exercise did help boost the visibility of our product and the campaign was the talk of many places across the state for about six months at least.

Mr. EJMR could clock overtime and augment his monthly income for a few months.

And for me, I too could clock overtime for a couple of hours every evening and weekend days thus increasing my monthly income for a few months when the campaign was active. And at the end of the programme, I was also given an endorsement by the company, exemplifying my efforts for the programme, and a cash award of INR 1,000 (today's estimated value being Rs.12,350 approximately) as well. 

I don’t know how well such tie-up campaigns can work now but if anyone needs consultancy in the same, they know whom to contact! J

The next one is Sampling ‘Pet food’ Campaign

How do you make a pet owner buy your product meant for the pets? Only the pets would know what they like and not the owner and the pets can’t communicate? The answer is in making the pet happy and ensuring the pet-owner perceives that happiness.

So in the 1990s that’s exactly what I attempted to do when I was working with a Pet food manufacturing and marketing company. We were making qualitative but comparatively costlier pet food, especially dog food. As a sales manager I had to work out a promo scheme to ensure better market share for our product.

I had launched on a twin pronged programme of door to door canvassing, sampling and selling programme on one side and free sampling in the veterinary hospitals and clinics, in Bangalore (now Bengaluru) both probably for the first and may be even the only time in this country.

So when we sample, if the dog took the samples with enthusiasm we go on about a spiel explaining to the owner the virtues of the product and try to sell the product. If the owner was a kid, it was a bit easier.

At that time, there were about eight major veterinary hospitals / clinics in and around Bangalore and we linked a distributor for the supplies. Every day I had to supervise the sampling programme in the hospitals and once in a way the D2D campaign, which was entrusted to a reliable agency. After about a month’s daily visits to the clinics, those close to me started noticing and even complaining that I smelt of animals, especially the dogs.

I am not sure whether this campaign was ever again tried but while it lasted it was good and gave me a high that it was done for the first time in India by me. Well, I do think so but my boss, though was happy with the initiative, was not at all happy with the increase levels of the sales.

The final one is Referral Campaign for Vehicle Finance clients

By 1994 I completely changed my industry and became a marketing manager of a leading financial services company which was the first to get an ISO certification for Non Banking Finance Companies (NBFCs) in India.

We did a referral campaign for car financing, again for the first time in India for such a programme of referring of new clients by existing clients. In turn, the existing clients were offered real good, worthy and useful gifts depending on the value of finance extended to a new clients referred by them. The benefits increase in a steep and stepped up mode.

Here, the volume of clients is not high as it was noted that only the women clients or relatives of clients were interested in this scheme. So we had to choose the gifts based on the preference of the gender and it was a very interesting exercise I would say. Apart from monitoring the referrals and the yields from the referrals I also had the job of tying up with the dealers/manufacturers of the gifts worth co-branding, at a significant discount. Our vendors were like Titan Watches where we had customised watches as an added incentive.

Well, those were the days. With change of time, I wonder how many such schemes would work today where everything is instant and people do not have the patience to understand the virtues and thrills of being patient. 

I did a few more campaigns alright, but they were mostly the run-of the mill stuff and not really worth posterity. 

So, until the next,  

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian)

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India

Friday, 14 May 2021

Hemantha Kalam - 94 'Calculative, Callous and Charming?'

It was sometime in June-July 1990. We boarded the luxury bus of the Karnataka State Road Transport Corporation (KSRTC or Karnataka Rajya Rasta Saarige Samsthe) and settled down comfortably to do the approximate 560 kms of journey before us. I would have preferred a train but my colleague dear Mr. Nagaraj had advised that bus journey would be as comfortable. Being in the prime of the youth it didn’t really matter for me though.

At about 5.00 pm the bus started from the Majestic Bus Centre in Bangalore and rolled out smoothly. It was a journey that I was looking forward to. My knowledge of Kannada language at that point of time was zero. So I was oblivious of the mild conversations taking place in Kannada, Konkani and Tulu languages among the other passengers. As always I was drinking in the passing out scenes that appeared through the bus window till it became dark and I couldn’t see clearly anymore. It was monsoon season and once we passed Peenya, it started drizzling slowly and by the time we reached Hiriyur it graduated into a steady downpour. It was cosy in the clean bus. KSRTC buses by comparison have been cleaner than buses of their peers elsewhere in the country. At least they used to be, as I haven’t travelled by KSRTC buses after 1994.

I think we stopped on the outskirts of Davanagere for dinner and slowly all the passengers, including me, dozed off. When we woke up it was about 5.30 am and we had reached Panaji or Panjim as it is referred to in the state. We got into a lodge (how sad that I don’t remember the name of the place) whose rooms looked like those out of a colonial house and had a little nap just in time to wake up for the breakfast.

Post breakfast we hit the market on our work. The next day we boarded a ferry to cross the beautiful Mandovi or the Mahadayi River. It was the first time for me to visit Goa and also board and ride a mechanised ferry. In my native state of Andhra Pradesh I had crossed rivers on manually oared ferries but this was an experience for me where I saw motorbikes and cars being ferried across. I was enjoying this new experience and in less than 10 minutes, we hit the other bank. If I remember the other side was Bardez and from there we needed to travel to Mapusa for our work in an auto-rickshaw for about eight kilometres and the time taken was about 15-20 minutes.

While on our way, I was savouring the beautiful sights of the river Mandovi to our right and the terrain was rocky which is typical of the west coast. When we were passing a particular stretch at Porvorim, the auto-driver made sure that we didn’t miss a restaurant and pointed it to us saying “look at that O’Coqueiro restaurant which has now become very famous. Know why? That’s the restaurant where CS was arrested in April 1986 (apparently on his 42nd Birthday) after his daring escape from the high secure Tihar Jail, India, just within a few days of escape.” (https://www.indiatoday.in/magazine/offtrack/story/20041213-goan-restaurant-uses-statue-of-tourist-killer-charles-sobhraj-to-promote-tourism-788874-2004-12-13)

The incident, for no reason, has been filed in my memory.

Now during this compulsory home stay for over 14 months, for lack of any other entertainment, I have taken up to watching varieties of programmes on the Netflix and a couple of such are ‘The Serpent’ series and the Hindi film ‘Main aur Charles’; made with CS as the central subject.

Well, CS is none other than Charles Sobhraj. It is understood from several sources on the internet that he was born in 1944 at Saigon (presently Ho Chi Minh City), Vietnam, as Charles Gurumukh Sobhraj, the son of Sobhraj Hotchand Bhaonani, a Sindhi international tailor from India and a French-Vietnamese lady Tran Loang Phun. It appears that he didn’t get much of his biological father’s attention right from his childhood and this might have had an impact on him.

In any case, Charles Sobhraj became notorious for the several murders that he apparently committed in several countries that included India, Nepal, Thailand and other crimes in countries like Greece. He is known as ‘The Bikini Killer’ as the corpses of many of his victims were apparently found in their bikinis and ‘The Serpent’ due to his ability to slip through the fingers of the law.

Apparently, several countries had look out notices and warrants issued for his capture. While Police from several countries were kept busy in working towards his capture, one person was persistent - a Dutch Diplomat in Bangkok Mr. Herman Knippenberg – and who seems to have worked tirelessly in gathering evidence against Charles Sobhraj, who then was operating from Pattaya, Thailand as a gem dealer.

Eventually Sobhraj’s luck appears to have run out and he had been arrested in India to spend time in Indian Jails for about 21 years between 1976 (when I was just getting out of college) and 1997.

It is strongly suspected that his flamboyant escape from Tihar Jail was a well orchestrated one and facilitated too. Theories have been afloat that Thailand had issued a notice for his capture and extradition, eventually leading to a death sentence. However, the notice/warrant has a life of only 20 years and if he can escape being extradited to Thailand after serving his sentence in India, he can escape death. It is firmly believed that his escape from the Tihar Jail and eventual re-capture in Goa was a carefully calculated scheme by him making the police just roles in his drama. As desired by him, he got his punishment extended and by the time he was released after fully serving his sentence, the Thai warrant apparently lapsed.

After release from the Indian Jails he seems to have taken a French citizenship. Evidently he is an excellent negotiator who sold his photographs, his story, his time for interviews and whatever, at very lucrative if not stupendous prices. Books have been written about him and films have been taken with him and his life experiences as subjects.

Yet, for some reason, known only to him, he returned to Nepal in 2003 where the notices and cases against him have not been fully closed and he has been arrested and presently is serving his time in a Kathmandu Prison ever since. Meantime he has raised a family it appears.

His story appears to be having all the ingredients to raise anyone’s intrigue – charm, trust, greed, intellect, intelligence, efficiency, inefficiency, luck, dogged determination and grit. And what more, it is international!

How many of the crimes attributed to him were actually committed by him would, perhaps, be known only to him. However, apart from being a hyperglot (it is believed that he know some 14 languages) and suave, that he was calculative, callous and charismatic seems to be beyond any doubt or debate. The internet is filled with content of such stories about him and so does the film and the Netflix programme.

Well, what do you say? Till then,

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian)

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India

 

Sunday, 2 May 2021

Hemantha Kalam - 93 'How I ended up as a writer too'

Thanks to COVID-19 (Corona Viral Disease-2019) there is almost a military routine lined up at home. Anything that comes in from outside, except milk, needs to be quarantined and thus I am given the newspapers to be read two days hence. Inevitably I am behind the ‘latest and hot news’ by two days, when it should have become cold. One such late but news that is quite important to me triggered my thoughts on what prompted me to take up writing, making me end up a writer as well. There have been several reasons for this.

At school, I was frequently taking part in the bi-lingual essay writing competitions and have won considerable prizes rather consistently. The praise that comes along with the prizes was sort of, er, intoxicating. Yes, you would notice that in this era of self projecting social media exposures, even very humble people like me are forced to shun off the modesty.

Apart from the essay writings, some of my articles were being published in the primary school magazines too. Of course those subjects were very mundane such as describing a cow or a mango tree etc. And right from school I had been a bi-lingual writer – writing in English and my mother tongue. And those days I was credited mostly as ‘P. Hemanta Kumar’ and not with my present elongated name which came to me much later due to some clerical gimmickry at my high school.

Somewhere in the latter half of 1972 I was relating a tiny half paged funny story to my neighbour who was just bringing out a children’s magazine called ‘Bommarillu’ in my mother tongue. He got my story published (he wrote it himself) and paid me a princely fee of Rs.5.00 (valued at about Rs.200 today) for the story. Thus my first earning was when I was about 16 years old and from a literary work literally. I am not counting the earnings that were given to me by my uncles and aunts whenever they used to visit our home.

Between 1972 and 1984 there was a lull in my writing activity. My maternal uncle and also my mentor in photography Late Jonnavitthula Purnaiah Sastry always used to goad us (his nephews and nieces) telling us that when we read so much, if we don’t attempt writing, we were wasting our education. He never appeared to have thought of or worried about the talent portion of it. Apparently this worked silently at the back of my mind, in a latent manner.

Meantime, the travel bug hit me after I acquired my first camera sometime in 1980-81. I was virtually using all my Leave Travel Assistance (LTA) from my company, sell part of my leave to en-cash the same for buying film rolls and used to travel. Over time, the hitherto dormant writing bug also started working again.

So sometime around 1986-87, I wrote a quick article and titled it ‘Will Rayalaseema become an Isuka Seema?’ (Will Rayalaseema become a desert? – Isuka is sand and Seema is area in Telugu and Rayalaseema is the south-western portion of Andhra Pradesh state of India). The article tried to elucidate the plight of the people in the water scarce and impoverished place reeling under severe drought conditions at that point of time.

But I didn’t know to which magazine I should send this article to.

I don’t remember for sure, but my favourite and regularly read magazine ‘The Illustrated Weekly of India’ seemed to have stopped publishing by then. That left me with little choice than to send to some newspapers or another magazine called ‘Caravan’.

Interestingly, I have to mention here a side story. The publishers of ‘Chandamama’ brought out a magazine called ‘The Heritage’ from January 1985 (but which closed down in December 1989 exactly after bringing in the 60th issue, for lack of feasible patronage). This magazine was to showcase everything about the culture and heritage of India in its entirety. And I was living within a mile’s distance of the publication place.

So I had sent my impeccably and neatly typed out ‘manuscript’ (I always squirm when writing the word ‘manuscript’ for typewritten or computer printed matter) along with several relevant photographs, to the editor. From that day I was looking forward to receiving their response and after a month of waiting for their complimentary copy of ‘The Heritage’ with my article published inside. Not to emphasise, I have to mention that we have been subscribing for that magazine at home, right from its inception.

However, after about a month, my manuscript and my photographs were received at home by my mother from the postman. When I came home from my work and eagerly opened the envelope, I was disappointed to see my manuscript and photographs and a small paper, the size of a ‘Postit’ slip, on which it was written that while my article was good, it should have been sent to some news magazine as it had more news value and not to a specialised magazine such as ‘The Heritage’. At the end of the message there were the initials ‘MD’, that of the editor, I presumed as I knew that the managing director of the company for sure would not have meddled with the subject of story selection.

MD could have simply ignored my manuscript or just returned it without saying a word. But he had taken the trouble of showing me the path and thus he became my guide star.

Accordingly I repacked the article and the photographs, changed the covering letter and sent it to the fortnightly magazine ‘Frontline’ honestly, with little hope of it being accepted for publication. But from that day I was buying the magazine’s issues to see whether my article was published or not.

Only a writer could experience the agony and the ecstasy of waiting to hear, for being rejected and her/his article being accepted for publishing. I had abundant experience of all these three dynamics.   

About a month later, lo and behold, I could see my article in Frontline albeit under a changed title of ‘Thirsty Rayalaseema’ and also tweaking a bit here and there in the story. Trust me – first I couldn’t believe my eyes. Having studied in a slum, in a hardly respected school, to getting my article published in a most respected and reputed magazine of the times was a matter to be celebrated – at least I thought so. I went out to buy the copy during lunchtime at my work. I silently came back to my seat with the magazine, though I was literally bubbling with joy. No recommendation, just my work and my effort has fructified, on its own. Later I just showed it to a few of my close colleagues but interestingly I remember that it hardly evoked any great response I had expected from them. It was like ‘oh you got it published yeah, OK good!’   

Having thus started, I found my works were later published in ‘Swagat’ the in-flight magazine of Air India and Indian Airlines, Newspapers like ‘The Hindu’, the ‘Deccan Herald’, ‘Andhra Pradesh Times’ and in Telugu magazines like ‘Andhra Prabha Sachitra Vaara Patrika’ and ‘Priya Datta’. My articles on management were published by ICFAI University both in their magazines as well as in their compendiums.

In Telugu, I have to say that while my writing is influenced by the eminent Telugu author Late Palagummi Padmaraju (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palagummi_Padmaraju) it certainly has been shaped and moulded by Late Vakati Panduranga Rao (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vakati_Panduranga_Rao) who was editing the ‘Andhra Prabha’ weekly. My interaction with him has been mostly over phone as he was in Hyderabad and I was in Bengaluru at that time. Yet, he had trust in my work and spoiled me by never editing whatever I wrote for him for four years between 1990 and 1994. My work for him, on lesser known places of Andhra Pradesh was mostly published as a ‘Centre Spread Photo Feature!’ And I had a real good fan-mail that was regularly published in the magazine every week. That’s a different high!

Emboldened by the slow but steady acceptances of my work, I approached Mrs. Susan Ram, who was then with Oxford University Press (OUP) as an editor and requested her to commission me for writing a book on lesser known places of Andhra Pradesh. She was kind to give me an appointment in her office only to politely tell me that they cannot commission any work unless I bring at least a synopsis of my writing. After about 35 years or so, I am yet to make and take that synopsis to her. Meanwhile I heard that she had left OUP and also the country.

She also was curious about the period (full stop) after my name and before my surname which I used to have those days. Only then did it dawn on me as to what an unnecessary period it was. Promptly I removed the period from my name but my signature, which I cannot change, continues to have a period after my name and before my surname. Man lives with some anomalies and so do I, with several of them, alright.

I made some money through writing, but it never was enough to sustain me as a livelihood though. The journey continues and I am curious to see how many different turns it is likely to take for me.

Meantime, coming back to the news in the newspaper that triggered this blog, it was that Mr. Manoj Das, (MD) the man who had put me on the right path in writing (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manoj_Das) had apparently breathed his last on the 27th April, 2021. May he find the truth and peace and may he attain satgati. Today I still hold almost all the copies of ‘The Heritage’ edited by him in my collection among various others – I may be one of the few or even only one to be holding them. Now the collection should serve me as a good remembrance.

And as I write this, I realise as to how much we owe to others knowingly and/or unknowingly for existing in this society, as I do to these great writers and so many others who I came in contact with and who came in contact with me in this tiny winy life of mine.

So, to all of them and you, my  

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian)

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India

 

Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Hemantha Kalam - 92 ‘Interpretation and Translation – art or a chore?’

 

“It’s not the word in itself that matters but the interpretation”

--- Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

 

The above quote was coined by me when I was in my twenties and now in my mid-sixties, I continue to stand by it. I found in my life (so far) that I have been one of the most badly interpreted and most misunderstood persons, albeit my reasonable success in a communicating profession as a teacher and a trainer.

Any way fret not as this is not the real fodder for this blog of mine. It has been a while since I wrote a blog and a chance reading of “To pierce a mustard seed and let in seven oceans” by Ambai on the 27th March, 2021 (https://scroll.in/article/990624/to-pierce-a-mustard-seed-and-let-in-seven-oceans-ambai-on-the-art-of-translation) stirred my own memories from a nest that is more complicated even than that of a hornet’s, ultimately leading me to write this blog on my own experiences of interpretation and translation. 

Like Ambai I too was educated in the medium of my mother tongue (Telugu) till my 5th standard and only from the 6th standard onwards I have been put into a study through English medium. I trust these initial years’ of study in my mother tongue did, indeed, give me a fundamental linguistic strength. But unlike Ambai I did quite well in both the languages – Telugu and English and stood among the top three in the class till I was in the school. When I left SSLC (XI standard) I was second in the school in English beaten only by one mark by the topper who continues to be a good friend of mine.

During these years, despite knowing two languages quite proficiently (even grammatically) and also knew Tamil to speak ‘fluently’ I was always shy to speak in any other language than Telugu. After I wrote my SSLC Public Examination my dear father insisted that I learn Tamil in the morning and Hindi in the evening properly and thus I pursued learning both of them in a full-fledged manner. Today I can gloat, if you permit please, but certainly thanks to my beloved dear father that I am a sort of hyperglot though some of my close acquaintances don’t consider my Hindi really good. Perhaps! One person used to make fun of my Hindi even 40 years ago calling it ‘tooti phooti’ (broken) while all the time I was considering that I could speak it as sweetly as ‘tutti frutti’ and another person even now keeps correcting my Hindi. I am sure both of them would know themselves when they are reading this blog! J

Yet, I do offer my services in translating from English, Hindi, Kannada and Tamil into Telugu and from Hindi, Kannada, Tamil and Telugu into English. Though I do offer these services professionally, I don’t aggressively market my prowess, whatever might be the degree, as translation can sometime be an art but many times just a chore. While the effort and time one has to put into it is the same, in my considered opinion, in India, translators are very poorly paid (unless you are lucky to be associated with a high end advertising agency) and efforts and time are not commensurate to the work at all.

Trust me, no siree; I don’t think it’s easy to live comfortably as a translator, here. So I pursue this work only when I need a change and not looking for money and may undertake just one or two translation assignments in a year, at the most. Also, when the payment is poor, I do not seriously want to compete with some translator who is trying to eke out some living and deprive of that opportunity for her/him!

Each language has its own dynamics and flavours that are mostly influenced by the geography and culture of the people. Finding equivalent meanings for each and every word is always not possible. I might be causing a debate when I say this, but I am of the firm opinion that Indian languages compete with each other in richness and in comparison, English is quite bland. No wonder so many Indian words are quietly finding their place into the English lexicons.

Yet during the translation time, the translator also becomes an investigator to find the meaning - the true meaning, the intended meaning and sometimes the intrepid interpretation, to handle the same without trampling on the gossamer sensitivities and convey as much fragrance as one can do. There it becomes as much an art and a science; a level which machine translations can hardly achieve.

Before starting on this blog, I went back into my earlier years trying to remember when I had started translating. It started in school as regular exercises and also in our tests and examinations and in two languages – English to my mother tongue and vice versa and almost always I got very good grading and appreciation from my teachers, for my handwriting also used to be quite legible and good (which succumbed to the usage of the dumb mouse now).

There was this time when I did a whole campaign of radio jingle, press, posters and film copy translating from English to Telugu for Fresca soap while working with Godrej Soaps Limited. I am not sure, but I think ‘Enterprise’ was the agency for the product at the time and they got the Telugu copy done at Bombay (now Mumbai) and the copy was sent to the southern office in Chennai for opinion and the bunch of work landed in my lap to be read and commented upon.

I was just a measly clerk in the office at that time and I now realise that my manager late Rao garu must have had real confidence in me to ask me check and let him know of my thoughts. I told him that I can do better copywriting (till last year I have been a member of the Advertising Club Madras – only during COVID-19 I became lazy to renew my membership) and he gave me a deep stare and asked me to go ahead. I did and when the campaign hit the market I was really on a creative high. With less than 2% of changes my copy was accepted and going around for over a year on the whole of the media (in fact, when I resigned and was relieved, the relieving letter also mentioned this work).

A new translator has arrived on the scene and how? But my interest was more on modelling and real copy writing in English. I never really got either opportunity (I wasn’t tall as was needed by the agencies at the time and all big agencies had their copywriters fixed). I did get a chance from HTA (Hindustan Thompson Associates, Madras) who found my sample work meeting their expectations by only about 45% level.

Later a small, Madras-based, advertising agency wanted me to do some work for them and all I got in exchange for the work was just a cup of coffee. It is not easy to get good remuneration this side of the Vindhyas – may be because the supply of educated, intelligent and sincere workers is more around here!

Over a period of time, except for translating letters that came in local vernacular to the various offices I had worked in, I haven’t, rather couldn’t, take up any serious translating assignments.

It was in 2014 that I was totally jobless and with no income in the vicinity that I chanced upon a call from Wyoming University, USA who wanted me to translate two rural Telugu stories into English.

Now this work challenged my senses and also my writing prowess as several of the local words used in the local slang (what we call in Telugu as ‘Maandalika Yaasa’) were not familiar to me. So I had to trace the original writer and check with her on what she had in mind when she used such and such a word and then try to do justification for the same in the translation.

The final work really became no less than an art and I was professionally satisfied that I did justice to the originals of the stories though I had to undertake word to word translation and it was a rigour when compared to free translation where I can just convey the meaning just as an essence in a wholesome manner.

I was paid about US $ 200 for both the stories which I felt were really well earned and timely too then. That it was all of my income during the whole year was a different matter though. But then, I also got a very good endorsement from the University appreciating my work.

The second offer came to me in the mid 2018 where I have been asked to translate a religious book of about 400 pages from Tamil to English. They gave me a test sample and only after being satisfied that I could convey religious texts well in English that they gave me the assignment. The work needed at least about 40 days of rigorous work and the fee offered to me was a tuppence and what I could make in one day of my normal work. Yet I conceded as I was excited that I am going to translate from one ‘foreign’ language to another (as both of them are not my mother tongue).

When the original book arrived by courier, I noted that it was not only heavy but also purportedly written by an allegedly corrupt person in the state whose name regularly figured in scams worth multi-millions. All my zest was lost. I was not interested in associating with such persons. I felt that I was being zipped when they could easily afford to make better payment. Also they could not provide me with an e-version of the book and I couldn’t carry the heavy religious tome wherever I was travelling as I needed to travel often then.

So I returned the full meagre advance they paid me and said that I could not do the work within the time-frame set by them.

The only benefit I got from this episode was my spiritual outlook changed a little upon reading some of the chapters of the book.

During the same year I had opportunity to hire an interpreter cum translator for an assignment in Laos PDR and dear Vi, the guy who accepted this assignment was always found with a Lao-English-Lao dictionary on hand. I used to tease him as to why does he need a dictionary on hand if he wants to be a professional interpreter/translator. He said that while his Lao language was certainly good about which he had no doubts he wasn't sure of my knowledge level of English. So to be sure and to meet my requirement he used to frequently refer to the dictionary. I loved that guy's sincerity as, though very young in age, he had that zeal of translating the right and tried to do it well too. 

During the COVID-19 lockdown - work from home only scenario, I got a small assignment of translating from English to Telugu some skits that were to help in the women empowerment through livelihoods. I worked swiftly and I was quite happy with the work. I was paid well and commensurately too. However, I had a dampener as the font that I was using could not be understood by my principals and I couldn’t work on a font sent by them. We tried to work on a middle path but it didn’t work out well for either of us. So we parted ways.

So translation is not a piece of cake eating and has its own variety of headaches. But when you really do a good translation and it is appreciated by the readers the satisfaction can’t be measured.

Nowadays I do some rare office related translations and a bit of interpretation whenever I travel on office work.

To conclude, when the job is done satisfactorily and also is well paid, the work is an art J and whenever you need to translate on WhatsApp, it becomes a chore which I do only for some close pals.

Until the next,  

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian)

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India

Thursday, 24 December 2020

Hemantha Kalam - 91 'COVID Blues'

It was from the 23rd March, 2020,  as I remember, that the periodical Lock-down in Chennai, India started to prevent the infection of the dreaded pandemic COVID-19 (Corona Virus Disease-2019). It’s now 9 months since I am locked down at home. Since I belong to the endangered category of a senior citizen (it appears that, for once, the country is showing some serious concern for the senior citizens) I am regularly advised not to step out of the house. Children are abroad but they monitor our well being on a daily basis. My mother who is a very senior citizen and my other siblings who are not so senior citizens are just three kilometres away from me but it has been many days since I could meet them at my parents’ place as against my almost daily visits to her or at least as frequently as was possible.

I am summing below as to how I could and had to spend my time at home.

 

It’s now been 270 days

That the wily COVID

Put paid to our jolly ways

Driving me sad and mad

 

To ensure that money

Made its way regular as income

I continued on my

Working, from the home

 

Forgot the shoes

Nor any formals

It’s mostly shorts

And just old T shirts

 

Woke up a bit

But slept a lot

Read and wrote

Without a stop

 

No salon going

No hair cutting

No beard trimming

Whatever, only by self doing

 

There may or may not be

In accounts, enough cash

But, there always are plenty

In the sink, of dishes to wash

 

Masks and gloves

Identity obscured

Sanitisers and disinfectants

Bottles emptied

 

Peeled, cut, diced vegetables, kneaded dough

Whether an expert or not though

Cursing this once forced furlough

Looking all the while for a different shore

 

Newspapers were read

Two days hence

For fear of COVID

Stale though the news

 

Connecting the disconnected and dear ones

On Google Meet or MS Teams

Periodically once

Adjusting to everyone’s times

 

Kindle, Netflix, WhatsApp, YouTube

Technologies much appreciated

Filling the hourglass with story and blurb

Old friends and Chandamama be much obliged

 

Bhutan, Brunei, Eastern Europe et al

Travelled all places in virtual

On Heavy Trucks the Outback of Australia

Satiated my travel appetite as a victual

 

Hundreds of thrillers and Forensic files

Watched the crime to bide the time

Became bored after a while

Watching again and again the same

 

Weary of the rapid advance

Caused by the Goliath COVID

Waiting for a quick deliverance

By a vaccine, hoped to be a David

 

It is time for delivery by nine months

But with the threat of a new strain

There appears no deliverance

Effective vaccine or no vaccine

 

Disease, death, hunger and poverty

All appear to be same for susceptibility

Hope the New Year will bring in sanity

But if only there prevails responsibility

 

May the year 2021 be better for the mankind!

 

So Long!

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian)

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India

 

 


Sunday, 20 December 2020

Hemantha Kalam - 90 'Perception and Reception'

A couple of days ago, a feature in the culture column of a newspaper mentioned that a particular film star ‘knew what he wanted’ to eat. So ‘knowing what one wants’, even to eat, has now become a virtue to be emulated from a not very well educated but who became a celebrity for whatever reason.

This triggered my thoughts. About four decades ago I was working with an internationally reputed conglomerate and my boss Late Mr. Rao always used to emphasise on reception and tell us “Arrey baba, you people should learn the art of lijening (his way of pronouncing listening)”. Those days we were young green horns and many of us never took this averment seriously. That precisely is the fodder for this blog.

My theory is that in learning, the process comprises of the seven steps of DRASAARD;   

- Dissemination, 

- Reception, 

- Assimilation (information received tempered with perception), 

- Storage (in memory - natural/artificial or in books by way of notes), 

- Application, 

- Augmentation and 

- Re-Dissemination,                                                                                                           either as a theory or practice. 

Of course the basic parameter is access to learning. 

The knowledge giver may disseminate whatever knowledge s/he has and it is the job of the receiver to receive it fully and without any distortion, with help if needed. The received information should be validated using perception, to the extent possible, for understanding the logic and purpose. Such understanding should be stored for use as and when needed. 

But today, in the era of almost irresponsible data dissemination thanks to unbridled social media, where the authenticity and veracity of information is mostly suspect and cannot be easily verified, the perceptions, if there are any valid ones, are constantly under attack beyond experience and logic. 

If the reception itself is faulty, one wonders as to what is likely to happen to the assimilation and application. And the not-properly initiated (a majority) fall victims to wrong applications of such dissemination of information. It is like having the carbon copy effect (again, I wonder how many new generation kids even understand the word ‘carbon copy’)  where the first impression is almost a replica, the second image is a little lesser and by the time it comes to a fourth copy, it is totally distorted and incoherent.

That is exactly what is happening now; where many go blindly around without really knowing what they want and what they need. If the parents and teachers can’t disseminate values and knowledge respectively, the wards cannot imbibe them properly and start behaving like the fourth carbon copy.

And people now are not tuned to be just average or fail. They just can’t handle failure. They are not strong enough to confront adverse situations. You don’t believe? Just read around how many children and the youth are getting into passive and serious crime that surpasses malpractices to use of prohibited drugs to serious crime at a tender age. How many are indulging in homicidal and suicidal tendencies for frivolous reasons; because they couldn’t get what they thought they wanted, which anyway they are not clear about!

There is a dire need for the parents to become more responsible, truly caring and urgently join hands with the teachers to correct the course. If not, sooner or later, the country will be filled with directionless, insensitive, illogical and even uncouth people! They may not even know what they are doing as they don’t know what they want or need. They are confused and hardly have clarity on life needs and skills. If they say that they know what they want to eat and it becomes a point of celebration, are learning values not plummeting?

Well these are my perceptions and please do let me know how you have received the same and later on please add your perceptions on the subject!

Till then,

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian).

 

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India