By Sourish Bhattacharyya
A view of the beauty saloon at The Oberoi in 1968. No wedding of the city's elite would be complete without the bride visiting the saloon for a makeover. |
A BUNCH of vintage pictures of The Oberoi New Delhi emailed to me by
the lovely Deepica Sarma, the hotel's spokesperson, set in motion a torrent of
memories, not the least of which was my recollection of my first accidental
food assignment. Back in 1988, when I was still a rookie in journalism, I was
fortunate enough to be a minor cog in the wheel of The Indian Express at a time when Ramnath Goenka and Arun
Shourie were fighting Dhirubhai
Ambani and Rajiv Gandhi
respectively. Those were heady days for young journalists, especially after The India Express declared war on the
government and Rajiv Gandhi responded with the entire might of the State.
Those were also the days when
invitations from five-star hotels (and embassies) were handed over with great
fanfare by the news editor (a Jurassic breed in this age of editor-centric
journalism) to general beat reporters or sub-editors who performed well. It was
quite an incentive at a time when journalists used to be paid peanuts, but were
feared and never suspected (unlike today!), and a visit to a five-star hotel
was unimaginable luxury. Even our sources (unlike today!) wouldn't entertain us
at a five-star hotel!
The recipient of one such invitation --
to Kandahar, The Oberoi's Indian restaurant, which thereafter made way for the Delicatessen
-- was Sujata Brown (she added Shakeel to her name after marriage), who used to
cover the police and crime. When she got the invite, Sujata, instead of being
on top of the world, was in a state of panic. She did not want to go alone, so
I gallantly offered to be her partner.
Before that, I had only heard stories
about The Oberoi, about how Cafe
Espresso (the precursor to The Palms, which eventually made way for
Travertino) served the most expensive cold coffee in the city -- as The Oberoi
Group's Corporate Chef, the brilliant Soumya
Goswami, reminded me, it came for a princely Rs 15 in the 1980s! We would
also hear from some of our more fortunate friends about how the Beef Wellington
at La Rochelle was made with 'real
beef' imported from Scotland -- 'real beef', they would insist, for Angus was
still a foreign name.
Rai Bahadur M.S. Oberoi had started building the iconic hotel in 1962, but he soon
ran out of money. He was advised then to approach the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), which by the way
is now headed by an Indian American, for an injection of funds. The only requirement
was that the Rai Bahadur would have to tie up with an American hotel chain and
that's how the InterContinental came
into the picture.
The InterContinental management team turned
around the place and organised it along the lines of an American hotel. When it
opened its doors in 1965, which explains why the countdown to the golden
jubilee celebrations has started, it had many firsts to its credit. The Oberoi
New Delhi was the first hotel in the country to set up an electronic telephone
exchange, introduce 24-hour room service, provide hot water round the clock,
and have piped natural gas in its kitchens. It was also the first hotel in our
city to employ women to operate the telephone exchange.
Unsurprisingly, The Oberoi New Delhi soon
became the benchmark-setter for the country's hospitality industry. Goswami,
who joined the Oberoi Centre for Learning and Development in 1993 and has emerged
as the group's star in the last 21 years, is not exaggerating when he says it
has taught generations of hoteliers "the finer aspects of luxury
hoteliering". It was Abhijit
Mukherji, Executive Director of Taj Hotels, who first pointed this out to
me, much to my surprise, in an interview which I carried in HT City. The Oberoi New Delhi, he said
(he was then the much-celebrated General Manager of The Taj Mahal Hotel in the
Capital), is a "hotelier's hotel" because it has taught hospitality
professionals the fine art of attention to detail.
The same sentiment was shared with me
recently by Ranjan Bhattacharya, Managing
Director, Country Development & Management Services, whose record of becoming
the youngest general manager of an Oberoi hotel (at 25, he was heading the
group's Srinagar hotel) remains unbroken. He recalled how he had met the East India Hotels Chairman, P.R.S. 'Biki'
Oberoi, some days back and he said to him, "Do you realise what an unbeatable
institution you have created?" I couldn't help but be affected by that
feeling of awe.
You must be wondering what happened
to my first assignment at The Oberoi New Delhi. Well, here is the rest of the
story. On the appointed day, at the appointed hour, we took an autorickshaw
from Express Building and set off for The Oberoi. Our first shock came at the main
gate. We were stopped by the guard outside and told gently but firmly that
autorickshaws were allowed only through the hotel's service entrance. My first arrival
into The Oberoi New Delhi therefore was through the service entrance.
Once we entered the hotel, Sujata (with
whom I had the privilege of working again at Mail Today) and I were given the importance due to journalists from
the city's second most read (The Times of
India used to be a poor third in those days) but most respected (The Hindustan Times was then regarded as
a rag read only by Lajpat Nagar traders!) newspaper. We were greeted by a sweet
PR person (we all loved her and when she passed away one night in her sleep
when she was not even 30, she left us in a state of shock).
Her natural warmth made us shed at
once whatever 'we are journalists' attitude we may have had. We were talking as
if we were old friends, but a real surprise awaited me when we entered
Kandahar. I was greeted at the door by an old schoolmate who was not exactly a
model citizen in our callow teens. He said he had joined The Oberoi as an
apprentice right after school (I believe the programme is now called STEPS) and
the chef who cooked for us was Pankaj
Mehra, who, I learnt to my shock the other day from L. Aruna Dhir, is no
longer in this mortal world. I don't remember what I ate, but I haven't
forgotten my shock when Sujata asked me, a couple of days later, to write the
review, which was on page the very same evening.
I had never cooked in my life and I
had never written about food. But Sujata had some major crime story to do and I
was on morning shift, which meant my evening was free, so, kicking and
screaming, I sat down to write the review. I did not take a byline because I
was so uncertain about what I had written. The next day the PR person, whose
name I just can't remember, called me up to thank me profusely for the review.
She had been informed by the ever-gracious Sujata about its real author.
I could not believe my luck. I was
being complimented for a review on a subject I had no clue about! I hope I got
the spelling of 'galouti' right, I remember asking her! Little did I know then
that food, literally, would become the source of my daily bread.
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