Olga Tellis, a legend in Indian journalism, completes 50 years as a reporter this year.
A no-nonsense journalist whom politicians and officialdom took on at their peril, Ms Tellis has always been known as a hard-as-nails scribe who would ferret out the truth at any cost.
Shaheen Mansuri, who began her career with the formidable Ms Tellis, salutes a true legend of our times.
Exactly nine years ago, I started off as a cub reporter under Olga Tellis at the Asian Age newspaper, where she was then the resident editor.
I can never forget the initial days of my career when I did not know how to write a news report. Olga being the taskmaster she is, it was clear that a roller-coaster ride awaited me.
On my first day at the Asian Age, she told me I would have to cover the BrihanMumbai Mahanagarpalika Corporation (also known as the BMC, the country's richest civic body). I was expected to break stories regularly which must deserve page one treatment, to which I dutifully replied, 'Yes, Ma'am.' 'You can call me Olga,' she said drily.
From that day on, I was always comfortable calling her Olga, even though she was a veteran and I a mere rookie.
I started going to the BMC headquarters where I came across senior municipal corporators who knew Olga well and started giving me leads for good stories. Her contacts helped me get good stories, even page one fliers. This is the respect and trust people had in her, and it continues to this day, I am sure.
Gathering information was not as difficult as writing the story.
My heart would sink each time she asked me to come to her cabin. Only I and the good lord knew what I went through when she edited my copy.
Senior copy editors at the Asian Age didn't dare look at copy without Olga's permission. Pardon me to leak this well-kept secret: A few good colleagues edited my copy without her knowing about it, before it landed on her computer screen. Thank you guys for saving me from Olga's ire; she would get really angry at shoddily written copy.
Those days were tough I must confess, but amazing. I would not trade them for anything.
In time my equation with Olga improved as I gave her good stories, which were well received by readers.
Among them were a three-part series on the real estate scam in Dharavi, one of India's biggest slums; the rising business of quacks in Kamathipura, Mumbai's redlight area; and the lavish lives of bar dancers in south Mumbai.
Olga's high spirits on encountering a good story kept me and my colleagues going.
She would not hesitate to call up the late Bal Thackeray or the Ambani brothers or any top bureaucrat. No one ducked her call.
If they could not answer the phone for some reason, they would always return her call to give her their side of the story -- that was an illustration of her power and reach, something which she wore lightly.
The Asian Age was known to hire freshers. Most of us were young reporters who had novel story ideas which we discussed at the edit meetings.
It was not easy to fool Olga. She knew exactly when one was bluffing.
A stupid story idea would make her angry and the reporter next in turn to discuss her/his idea would bear the brunt of it.
When her very good friend Shobhaa De dropped by to see her, Olga would proudly tell Shobhaa how good her reporters were. She was tough during work hours, but never let us down before her friends and guests.
An endearing memory I have of Olga is from the 26/7 Mumbai deluge in 2005 when she waded through the water-logged railway tracks from Mahalaxmi station to the office in Lower Parel after the trains stopped running.
We saw blisters on her feet, but she didn't care. When most office-goers take the day off on account of a slight drizzle, such unprecedented commitment is what sets Olga apart.
Another time, an office boy told us that she had been hospitalised for surgery. We thought we would have an easy day with her in hospital. Imagine our surprise when she arrived in office straight from hospital.
When I left the Asian Age in 2008, Olga was not happy to see me go and neither was I. But I wanted to join one of those 'pink papers.' After leaving the Asian Age, we would bump into each other at press conferences. Exchanging pleasantries and gossip was mandatory.
When I called her up the day before she was felicitated by the Mumbai Press Club, she said, "Shaheen, I am so touched you called me. I was so tough with you, remember? Let's catch up for lunch this week."
After speaking to her for a few minutes I felt I had grown old while she was still beaming with joy like a 16 year old.
Where do you get this energy from, Olga? What is the secret of your youthful spirit?
Olga began her career in the early 1960s with the Ananda Bazaar Patrika group, the first and only female reporter who covered politics and business those days.
Be it taking up cudgels against powerful builders in support of slum-dwellers or fighting a case against the BMC or helping the needy, Olga did it all with elan. A politician once told me how his tribe and builders were scared of Olga as nothing could stop her from exposing wrong-doers.
Working with her for three years was a remarkable journey. Her professional standards were high. Some colleagues fled, but those who stayed the course with her walked away with life lessons which perhaps no one else could have taught us.
When my father had a paralytic stroke in 2012, she gave me the phone number of a doctor and regularly followed up with me about his recovery. I was financially broke then and could not see my dad in that condition, but she constantly instilled positive thoughts in me about things getting better with proper medication.
Thank you, Olga, for standing by me, for encouraging me to do good work.
Congratulations on completing 50 years in journalism! May you go from strength to strength!
