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Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Air India was once the company that inspired Singapore Airlines and Cathay Pacific

In the early 1970s, the government of Singapore, led by prime minister Lee Kuan Yew, had a great idea. In order to attract investment into the little island nation, it thought of starting an international airline that would act as a kind of flying advertisement for Singapore and its world-class capabilities. It would do this by demonstrating to decision-makers around the world a level of excellence that that they had never experienced from the top global airlines of the time.

It was a brilliant idea, but this new Singapore Airlines would obviously need to collaborate with an existing airline from which it would acquire the necessary know-how and service standards. The question was, which airline could that be? The authorities made a shortlist of the world’s best airlines, and finally zeroed in on one of them.

And that airline, believe it or not, was Air India.

Anthony Sampson, in his best-selling book, Empires of the Sky—The Politics, Contests and Cartels of World Airlines, devotes a chapter to how Asian carriers like Singapore Airlines, Cathay Pacific, and Thai Airways began to dominate the skies in the 1970s by redefining the concept of service. But the very first Asian airline to do so, Samson notes, was Air India, which provided the inspiration for all the others, right from the 1940s.


Delivering letters from Karachi to Chennai
Air India had a curious beginning. In the early 1930s, airmail letters from Europe to India were unloaded from international airlines in Karachi. This mail was then sent on to its intended destination by train—a process that could take several days. A former Royal Air Force pilot named Nevill Vintcent had an idea: What if someone set up an air service that could pick up the mail from Karachi and deliver it to its destination the same day? Vintcent took the idea to JRD Tata, the 25-year-old scion of the Tata family and an aviation freak (as a child in France, his family had been neighbours of Louis Bleriot, a legendary pioneer of aviation, and the young JRD had been given his first flight by none other than Adolphe Pegoud, the world’s first fighter ace in World War I, and the first man ever to accomplish the aerobatic maneuver called “loop the loop”).


Thus, in 1932, JRD Tata and Vintcent started Tata Air Mail. They had two little Puss Moth aircraft, which could fly at 100 mph, carrying a consignment of mail, as well as two passengers; the only equipment was a pair of goggles and an old-fashioned slide rule to help the pilot navigate. Tata Air Mail’s first flight took off on Oct. 15, 1932. JRD Tata carried the mail from Karachi to Bombay, and then Vintcent took over to carry the remaining mail from Bombay to Madras. (Interestingly, that first flight was delayed by a month because unseasonal rains had flooded the mud-flat runaway in Bombay, and they had to wait until it had dried completely.)


The infant airline had a staff of two pilots, three ground engineers, four coolies, and two chowkidars, and it did the Karachi-Bombay-Madras run every Monday, stopping for the night at Bellary en route—a 28-hour journey in all. In its first year, Tata Air Mail made a profit of Rs60,000, carrying a total of 10 tonnes of mail, as well as 155 passengers (it would be fascinating to know who these intrepid early passengers were, but, alas, there is no record of their names). In a couple of years it extended its service to Delhi (via Indore, Bhopal, and Gwalior), Hyderabad, Goa, and Colombo, and in 1938, it changed its name to Tata Airlines.

Malabar Princess flies to London
The next stage of the airline’s evolution came in 1946. JRD Tata, looking at the post-WWII world, saw huge possibilities for the airline industry. He therefore took the company public, changed its name to Air India, and acquired a sizeable fleet of aircraft—the pride of which was a Lockheed Constellation, one of the most advanced aircraft of its time with a range capable of international flights, which was named “Malabar Princess.”


At five minutes past midnight on June 8, 1948, the Malabar Princess took off from the Santa Cruz airport, Bombay, on its first international flight to London, via Cairo and Geneva. On board were 35 passengers, including Duleepsinhji, the famous cricketer; Krishna Menon, the high commissioner to the UK; several Bombay industrialists, including Neville Wadia, Narottam Lalbhai, and Fazal Fazelbhoy and their families; as well as two Indian cyclists on their way to the London Olympics. The fare, interestingly, was the princely sum of Rs1,720. The entire Air India crew had rigorously rehearsed for months, flying dummy runs to various international routes under JRD Tata’s meticulous eye for detail, so, not surprisingly, the Malabar Princess landed in London on the dot.
“Set your watches, boys, we are right on schedule,” said JRD Tata to the press as he stepped off the aircraft.


Over the next 30 years, Air India became known to the cognoscenti as one of the world’s finest airlines. It may have been small compared with its giant global competitors, but it had the kind of service that the other airlines talked about with admiration and envy. Just one example of this was the fact that when in the 1950s, BOAC (later British Airways) introduced a jet service that cut a few hours off the trip, people still preferred to fly by Air India’s slower propeller-driven aircraft, simply because of the way they were pampered on board. But Air India’s finest service probably was on its trans-Atlantic flights, where it took great pleasure in stealing passengers away from its American and European competitors. And long before Singapore Airlines created an icon of its “Singapore Girl” in her silk sarong-kebaya, Air India had made an icon of its air-hostesses in their exotic silk saris. For example, in the 1960s, the heyday of the miniskirt, an Air India ad in the US showed an air hostess in a sari, with the tongue-in-cheek line: “3, 4, maybe 5 times longer than a mini-skirt.”


JRD Tata’s microscope
One of the main reasons behind Air India’s superlative service was JRD Tata himself, who (in the nicest possible way) used to micro-manage everything. He was notorious, for example, for wandering about on flights, making notes of tiny details that needed to be fixed, from the level to which the wine was poured into a wineglass to the hairstyles of the air hostesses. If he saw a dirty airline counter he would shame everyone by requesting a duster and wiping it himself and, on at least one occasion, he rolled up his sleeves and helped the crew clean a dirty aircraft toilet. It was his eye for microscopic detail that inspired (and terrified) the Air India staff into performing way beyond the ordinary call of duty. And that, ultimately, was what made the airline what it was.


For JRD Tata it was entirely “a labour of love”, as he once said, because by then Air India had been nationalised, and the only personal stake he had in it was an emotional one. He may have been chairman of the Tata group, but he spent most of his time not on any of the Tatas’ own companies, but on the airline he had created and nurtured. And that is why when, in 1978, JRD Tata was humiliatingly sacked by prime minister Morarji Desai, the nation was outraged, because Air India was, at that time, a matter of deep national pride. (The main issue apparently was that the puritanical Morarji had issued a diktat that no alcohol was to be served on board Air India, and JRD had objected strongly, saying that was no way to run an international airline.) JRD Tata was, of course, later reappointed to the Air India board by Indira Gandhi, when she came back as prime minister, but the descent of Air India had begun.


Now that the government has finally okayed the airline’s disinvestment, one hopes that the Tatas (or Indigo, or whoever else takes it over) will soon be able to steer it back to its former position in the global airline industry. If nothing else, it could be, as the canny Lee Kuan Yew realised long ago, a great flying advertisement for the country, rather than the equivalent of an anti-smoking ad, specially designed to put you off.

(Source: Scroll)

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Arnold of Soissons: The patron saint of beer

Arnold of Soissons was born in the town of Brabant near Brussels around the year 1040. He trained to become a soldier since his youth and later served under Henry I of France for a few years.

Then he settled at the Benedictine St. Medard’s Abbey at Soissons in France, where he served as a hermit for the first three years. Then he was honored with the title of abbot of the monastery.

According to his hagiography, Arnold refused the title and went away.

As stated, he was forced by a wolf to go back to the monastery and to accept the honor. So he did return and became the abbot. Later, around the year 1080, he was again honored, this time with the position of bishop. And as modest as he was, he tried to avoid before being forced by divine intervention.

When another bishop intervened to take Arnold’s position, instead of fighting he willingly left the monastery and decided to live more quietly, so he founded the Abbey of St. Peter in Oudenburg.
Ruins of the Abbey in Oudenburg.
There he finally found his real passion – brewing beer. In medieval times, beer was an essential, as many places did not have access to clean drinking water. Arnold gladly brewed the beer for the local peasants and encouraged them to drink it instead of water.

At the time beer was considered as “gift of health” due to the spent yeast it contained and to its very low dosage of alcohol.
St. Arnold of Soissons is often depicted with a bishop’s miter and a mash rake 
This beer recipe was spread all around medieval Europe and was a common drink at breakfast and during the day.

The level of alcohol was enough for relaxation and sufficient for the body to stay hydrated, and on the other hand, the yeast provided vitamin B which just added to the healthy effect of the drink.

When the plague arrived in the town of Oudenburg, Arnold was still an abbot there and prevented the Christians from drinking the water. Instead, he served them with his alcoholic brews and many of the people in the town survived the plague.
Steenbrugge Dubbel Bruin with the picture Arnulf. 
The same happened with the outbreak of cholera, only this time, the epidemic was all around Belgium and Europe except in Oudenburg. Nobody in the town got sick.

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Hence, Arnold is a real saint. He brewed medicine, not alcohol. St. Arnold is honored in July with a parade in Brussels on the “Day of Beer.”

(Source: The Vintage News)