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                | The CSE trading ring: Putting a 'buy' 
                  on hope |  Lonesome 
              and laconic, Girdhari, 70, wonders whether he might not be better 
              off in his native Jharkhand. "Abhi to parking ka bhi koi 
              samasya nahi hai (There isn't even a parking problem now)," 
              sighs Girdhari. "Sub broker log bhi chala gaya. Chaat kaun 
              khayega? (Even the sub brokers have left. Who will eat chaat? 
               After 35 years, Girdhari's little snacks stall 
              can no longer bask in the glory of what 
              was once one of India's premier bourses. Sevanti Lal Shah, also 
              70, was one the brokers who spent his life crying himself hoarse 
              below the ornate gallery in the trading hall of Lyons Range, as 
              the Calcutta Stock Exchange is popularly known after the street 
              on which it stands. Today, you're likely to find Shah-once the CSE's 
              equivalent of Mumbai's famed market operator Manu Manek-playing 
              cards with his wife. The last time he had anything to do with the 
              Exchange was last summer, when he stepped in to arrange some money 
              for his old haunt, reeling under a payments crisis with defaults 
              in the region of Rs 200 crore threatening its existence. Dapper 
              and precise, Shah does not hide his disgust at the way the 94-year-old 
              institution is run. 
               
                | THE BIG SLIDE |   
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                | A great city, a great bourse---one |   
                | The slide of Lyons Range began late in 
                  the 1980s as the fortunes of old family groups like B.K. Birla 
                  and R.P. Goenka waned. Early next decade the old boxwallah companies 
                  like ICI, Dunlop, Shaw Wallace and Bata lost their pre-eminence. 
                  Kolkata's decline as a business destination only hastened the 
                  fall. 1992 
                  Harshad Mehta scam singes the exchange.
 1996 Salad days of IPOs are 
                  over. Volumes start going down. NSE in full flow. Investors 
                  trade online and look towards Mumbai.
 2000 
                  Badla comes under scanner. Brokers find it difficult to honour 
                  deals. Slowdown in investment.
 2001 Unprecedented payment 
                  crisis in May as K 10 stocks plummet. In July badla is banned, 
                  no rolling settlement. Most brokers default on margin money.
 2002 
                  In March a new CSE committee is set up, with a stress on transparency.
 |  It's hard to believe that as late as 1996 the 
              CSE boasted volumes to challenge Mumbai. Its decline is a case study 
              of how not to adapt to changing times. In that the CSE is much like 
              the city around it. The remission of the outcry system, the introduction 
              of online trading and the emergence of the National Stock Exchange 
              (NSE) have all been shocks to the men at 8 Lyons Range. In the early nineties CSE accounted for at least 
              30 per cent of daily volumes traded on a national basis. Today it 
              is only around 8 per cent. Annual turnover of the exchange peaked 
              at around Rs 1,78,779 crore in 1997-98, and has dropped every year 
              since. Unofficial figures suggest a turnover of Rs 1,47,000 crore 
              this year. "Sad, but true-the exchange is in need for a drastic 
              overall change and unless the medicine is administered quickly, 
              there will be very little to cheer," says K.P. Ray executive 
              director of the CSE.   Children of the Satellite Terminal  Formally incorporated with 150 members in 1908, 
              the CSE began trading in loan securities as early as 1836, the first 
              Indian exchange to do so. The desolate paan-stained, narrow passageways 
              reek of stagnation. The big names-Kayans, Parekhs, Shahs, Sonthalias, 
              Ajmeras-have shifted premises. And with it, their interests. The 
              CSE card they retain is for academic, or at times, sentimental reasons. 
              The Lyons Range's children now actually trade on the NSE and BSE. 
                "The NSE is where the action is," 
              says Amitabh Sonthalia, 30, who went to college in North Carolina, 
              USA. "The new trading options and with it a faster and certainly 
              more transparent system is clearly to our advantage." This 
              disassociation with the bourse of his fathers, caused Sonthalia 
              to move the offices of Sonthalia Securities from the dingy Suta 
              Patti (near the CSE) to plush, yuppy Lansdowne Road in South Central 
              Calcutta. "We realised as early as 1999 that the only thing 
              going on at CSE was arbitrage for a couple of Bombay brokers. If 
              we are to depend on Bombay for returns, then why not trade directly?" 
              It makes sense of course.  Sonthalia belongs to a generation that has 
              not seen the city of joy in the fifties and was far too young to 
              remember the reverence that Basant Birla and his brothers or Rama 
              Goenka and his family commanded at the stock exchange. Tata Ordinary 
              (as Tisco was then known) Hindustan Motors, Texmaco, Bata, ICI, 
              and Dunlop were the blue chips that ruled the exchange.   Then in 1974 came the Foreign Exchange Regulation 
              Act (FERA) and with it, the dilution of stake in a bunch of blue-chip 
              companies. The buyers, the marwari clans of Kolkata. "It was 
              the time when the city was home to a number of boxwallah companies 
              (the old colonial companies), and almost every high-net-worth individual 
              wanted a piece of action in say ICI or Dunlop", says Amal Basu, 
              69, of G.M. Bosu and Sons, a 40-year-old broking firm. But as the 
              city's jute and engineering companies went into decline, so did 
              the relevance of the families owning them.   The emergence of the tech stocks and the incredible 
              force of Ambanis, Essars and others of their ilk in the new equity 
              cult gave the first impetus to Mumbai and Ahmedabad. Kolkata played 
              a key role, but it wasn't home to the key stocks. The fortunes of 
              boxwallah companies, too, declined in the stock market. What was 
              worn-out, old Kolkata to know of the new age?   Old-timers say CSE's greatest failing is that 
              it's lost its combative spirit and its members, their old sense 
              of belonging. "In our younger days we saw our fathers take 
              great pride in CSE," says J.M. Chowdhary, 64, a former CSE 
              president. "If a local company's share was under threat, every 
              one would rally around. That's history now." B.K. Birla had 
              to call in a whole host of favours last year to ensure a Dubai-based 
              NRI did not wrest control of his flagship Kesoram Industries. The 
              local brokers were hardly enthusiastic. The difference in attitude 
              is palpable. The CSE raises no special emotion to new-generation 
              brokers like Himanshu Ajmera, 40, Director, Accord Capital Markets 
              Ltd. This is just business, he says, dismissing the old ways. "The 
              chalta hai culture has gone on for too long."   Not keeping up with the times and being transparent 
              has cost the CSE dearly: as trust fell by the wayside, the old system 
              lead to large payment defaults. The CSE broker has traditionally 
              not been hugely cash rich, so it was the badla operator who came 
              to his aid when he came up short during the settlement period. Of 
              course, the broker was far freer to trade and was not always bothered 
              by keeping up his margins. Today, the high margins (nearly 30 per 
              cent of his exposure on a particular day) keep him away. This has 
              brought a set of brokers who play the Mumbai Game. Dinesh Singhania, 
              48, and Ashok Poddar, 45, led the cartel that took to K 10 stocks 
              and caused the last major payment crisis on the CSE last May, nearly 
              taking down the exchange with them. That's when old warhorse Shah 
              stepped in.  CSE's murkiness today is one of the key obstacles 
              in any revival plan. "The transparency has been missing for 
              too long, and there is a serious crisis of investor confidence," 
              admits CSE Vice President Vivek Mahajan. "It is showing in 
              the dwindling number of retail investors." Honouring a gentleman 
              trader's word was once the CSE's strength. It is today its greatest 
              weakness. "The gentlemen whose word was sacrosanct are missing 
              and so is the trust," says Mahajan, 45. Members like Gauri 
              Shankar Kayan, 73, and Shyam Sundar Dalmiya, 70, are not in the 
              exchange any more. "These were men who could trade in crores 
              with a verbal agreement" says D.P. Poddar, 67, of D.P. Poddar 
              and Co. There was no terminal to lock a trade, only a parcha (slip 
              of paper) that was settled on the day of the delivery.  Mahajan is trying his best to make the 250 
              members understand the need to start taking a new look at trading 
              instruments. At last count only about 20-odd members of the exchange 
              had any serious exposure to derivatives trading. There are plans: 
              a large financial complex in Salt Lake in the eastern fringes of 
              Kolkata, and with it, a whole new CSE. But not a brick has been 
              laid in eight years. And so today an institution that boasts 3,500 
              listed companies is empty. No one shows up to look at the ticker 
              as it spews out quotes on a dull, red LCD screen. In the CSE board 
              room, you will no longer find committee members celebrating results. 
              All you will find are a few troubled men-figuring out how to avoid 
              the next payment crisis.   
               
                | TREADMILL |   
                | Gymanimals  If you're a regular at your 
                    gym-and it's not one of those that come with a glass and chrome 
                    décor and a branded celeb trainer-chances are you've 
                    encountered some of these gym types, a few of them irritating, 
                    others not so. In my half a decade of gymming, I've seen many 
                    of what I like to call the gymanimals. Here's a primer on 
                    three kinds and how to avoid them.  Motormouth mutt. Yes, you guessed. This is a guy who can't 
                    stop talking. And just about anything. From last night's thundershowers 
                    to the Baywatch babes to Arnold Schwarzenegger's favourite 
                    exercise for the deltoids to...fullstops are alien to him. 
                    At 6.30 in the morning, things can get a bit thick. At my 
                    favourite gym in Mumbai, there used to be a guy-we'll call 
                    him Benny-who was the resident M-m. He would get started as 
                    soon as he saw you. "What's happening, men? Damn hot, 
                    men, damn hot!" That was for starters. By the time you'd 
                    got off your cardio routine and turned to the weight rack, 
                    Benny would be expostulating on national politics (of which 
                    he knew squat) or about the stockmarket (about which he knew 
                    less). My usual tactic to dispel M-ms: be rude to them the 
                    first time; very rude. They won't bother you thereafter.  Chronic Cut-checker. These are harmless dudes whom you'll 
                    always find near the big mirrors on the gym walls. Check him 
                    out, he's constantly flexing his muscles and looking for what 
                    local trainers call "dephinisan" (ripped cuts or 
                    muscle definition). So much so that he flexes his body even 
                    subconsciously and checks to see his "cuts". The 
                    Chronic C-c is a common animal and, some say, he's actually 
                    hidden inside all of us (be honest, haven't you checked your 
                    biceps in the bathroom mirror, or looked down to see how your 
                    calf muscles are developing?). But the guy I'm talking about 
                    is an exhibitionist, always striking poses and, not curiously, 
                    hovering around the gals in the gym.  Brand brandisher. In my friendly neighbourhood gym, this 
                    is a rare species. But if you're the type that goes to the 
                    gyms at the five-star hotels, then I'm sure you've run into 
                    B-bs. Look for the colour co-ordination: black spandex shorts, 
                    black singlet, black trainers, black water sipper, black wristbands, 
                    black headbands and black lifting gloves. Don't forget the 
                    logos on them all. Oh! And a black Sonata in the parking lot. 
                    Get my point? Just steer clear of the aura of Versace Black 
                    Jeans (yes, that's splashed on liberally before he comes to 
                    the gym!) and you'll be alright.  -MUSCLES MANI |  |