Sunday, 21 June 2015

Father's day, more like 'Father's lifetime' to me

My Dad and D-tec                                                                        

My father served D-tec (currently his own company) from 1983-2013. Mom has had dad for 28 years now, my brother has had him for 27, my sister-in-law for 2 and I have had him for 21. D-tec beat us all. It had him for 30 years. My father was in the cutting-tool business, he processed diamond powder. Well, I can’t really go into the depths of it but this is the simplest introduction I could give about what happened within the four walls of D-tec. This is what happened in D-tec, but it’s not all there is to D-tec. It may be a short spelling, but it’s got more depth than any of the conglomerates or new age businesses. There’s a sentiment that’s almost viral, that kept my dad and D-tec bound for so long. 30 years is a great threshold to cross. Many businesses do survive for many years, I don’t deny that. However, many survive out of power and a few out of emotion. D-tec survived out of the latter.

It started off with dad going door to door, selling diamond powder and paste. He used to work on my uncle’s terrace (who was dad’s partner too) for nights together. He explained to me the logic of sacrificing that amount of sleep just to purify the diamond powder.  I learned that, it let out fumes that made people around the processing uncomfortable.

In 1985, dad bought an office at Swastik Chambers in Chembur.
Dad and mom got married in 1986. They occasionally would drive down to Umbergaon. During that time, dad owned a shed where he used to work all day long, filling the paste into empty syringes. He had two partners, both great people and extremely fond of my father. It’s easy for anyone to be fond of him and respect him, but the one thing that stands out is his righteousness. That’s apparent in the way people who work for him, admire him.

In December 1987, my parents had my brother. During the early 90s, dad and his partners bought a factory in Umbergaon itself. Nothing had changed my dad; he still dedicated his time towards his diamond paste and syringes. The thing with dad is, the more successful he becomes, the more humility generates within him. I know how he thinks. He wants to be worth the success and when it comes, he wants to make it worth the while for the success.   

I came into his life in June 1994. The first time I saw him when I was in his arms; I knew I’d be a fan of this man. From a fan, I turned into a fortress. He doesn’t need one but still, keeps me pleased. In the early 2000's, Dad bought 8 offices in Nirman Kendra, at Mahalaxmi and sold the office in Chembur.  He works from the 5th floor office (3 offices combined together) and the one on the 7th floor (three offices combined), with the most gorgeous view, is given out on lease. The 3rd office (2 offices combined) was the one he sold to Anchorage, an NGO. The Japanese government had given Anchorage a budget. When they approached dad with that budget to buy the office from him, he ignored the market price of the office and readily agreed. Till date, whenever we have bumped into anyone from Anchorage, they’ve always said, “Mr Sanjay gave away his office to us.”

Dad was in no rush for power, that’s how he went on gaining it and his sheer ignorance of it went on accentuating it.  

In 2009 and 2010 he bought over the whole of D-tec from the two partners, becoming the sole owner of the thing he loves the most (it’s a tie between Mihika and D-Tec). 
In 2011, my brother came back to Bombay for good, after 4 great years at the Duke University in Durham, North Carolina and 2 years of working with Goldman Sachs in New York.  In April 2011, my brother started his own investment proprietary called The DMZ Partners making my dad a partner with him. They work together in the same 5th floor office at Nirman Kendra.

In May 2013, Bhaiya got married to the most amazing girl. That’s how Dad and mom got their second daughter and I; a sister. I touchwood with every word I write because it’s the happiest life ever and I owe it to my dad.

Now, this is the part where my dad gets emotional. He rarely does get emotional but these are one of those rare but most beautiful times. In 2013, he realised that he wants to give more time to DMZ and to bhaiya. So, he decided to pass on his products and technical expertise to Drestar, one of his ex-partner’s company. This way he wouldn’t harm the livelihood of those clients who depended on dad for his products (diamond paste and powder).However, he didn’t sell his company. The relation between D-tec and him was here to stay. 

He does get into his mode of thinking occasionally which is absolutely healthy. So, I write this note for him to know that it’s not the end; there will never be an end. This is just that moment of time, from which to look back and or from which to look ahead. Both the ways, the journey is going to be just as beautiful. Soon he will know that both the ways complemented each other. He took all the right turns. He did put his heart into creating D-tec, making it what it is today. He worked his way from Mac laboratories and the shed to the great office he sits in today overlooking the race course. It’s time for him to enjoy what he has created. Enjoy D-tec. Enjoy DMZ. As he said to me once that he has become a thinker now. I know that sometimes it just hits him. But as bhabhi says, “It is still your baby, Paa”. It’s a new beginning. Everyone has a new beginning. As for me, I love writing. I keep turning over new leaves and spoiling them, and I make so many new beginnings that there will never be an end.

As for bhabhi, being an artist, she is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little value. That actually applies for everything, doesn’t it? That’s how dad started D-tec and bhaiya started DMZ.
Dad and D-tec still have a long way to go. 

He may have to deal with me getting married. But he won’t have to deal with D-tec parting from him. As I said, he and D-tec are here to stay. As anchor and kite for each another.  


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