The Power to Receive
Her father-in-law, the patriarch of the family, had died first. The family was neck-deep in debt. Her husband, a 42-year-old businessman who had been in and out of hospitals for two long years, had just died.
“I was in a state of complete hopelessness. My father’s terminal illness and the family’s debt seemed overwhelming. The most vivid images of that time remain etched in my mind. When father died, they shaved my head and made me sit on his chair. I felt boxed in. For months, I was gripped by a sense of foreboding.
“Look at him”, she said. Vikram cast a reluctant glance. “Look again”, she said firmly, “He does not have limbs”.
The second stop was another destitute.
“The man cannot hear or speak. Tell me what is wrong with you? You have limbs that work, you can hear and speak. Why are you behaving as if the world has come to an end?”
Silently the two trudged home. And then Vikram hit back at life. One year later, he emerged from the cocoon as a bright, confident and aggressive individual. “Ever since, I have told myself, I would take two steps forward and one back. The one back is to settle the dues”.
Vikram finished school, graduated from Delhi University and took charge of the family’s printing press. He struggled to keep it from failing. Now barely in his 20s, he still needed the shelter that only age could provide. That came in the form of a certain Mr. Jagannathan who used to be a manager at a bank.
The elderly man’s evenings were drowned in alcohol and young Vikram was his silent listener. They developed a bond. Months passed. One day, the man suddenly said he wanted to help Vikram.
“I stayed in Youth Hostels. I searched for names from the Yellow Pages and went from door to door. In Germany, I met an elderly gentleman. Again, he turned out to be my angel. He showed me the path from trade fair to trade fair”. Products changed from handicrafts to carpets to garments.
Vikram returned with money enough to pay back the bank, release the mortgage on the ancestral home and take charge of the five siblings. From then on, he moved into real estate. He built houses for expats and leased offices to multi-nationals. Each time, he built a deep and abiding relationship with people he did business with. In 1983, he married Madhurima.
How did McDonald’s happen?
Six months later, Vikram asked him what happened? Madhusudan said that he had given up on the idea but if Vikram liked he could pursue it. “You can have all the files I have,” he said. Vikram read it all and was overcome with the urge to write to the folks at the Golden Arches. But how? He turned to three expats he had sold housing to, who had become his friends. Pramod Bhasin of GE, Navin Dave of KPMG Peat Marwick Thorne and Steve Schreckengast of Pepsi. The three got him to write a CV — something he had never done before — and collaborated to put on paper his accomplishments. When Vikram read it, he said in wonder, “Wow, is this me?” To his utter surprise he got a call for a joint-venture discussion.
One thing led to another, both sides put in $5 million each in equity and McDonald’s came to India. Vikram opened restaurant after restaurant, he drove franchising costs down to one-third of what typical McDonald’s outlets required elsewhere and made money.
Today, he knows he can make a success of anything. He is just 54. I want to meet him again when he is 75. Something tells me, his best years have just begun.
It is a quiet Sunday morning. After our meeting at the McDonald’s just around the corner, I am waiting on the road in front of an office building with the words Mohan Dev written on it. Mohan was Vikram’s grandfather and Dev was his father. The structure rises from the ancestral land on which the family home once stood. In the silence, I can hear a mother’s voice reverberating with the words, “Beta, Chalo”.