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The CSE trading ring: Putting a 'buy'
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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.
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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
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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
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