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A Bank for the Buck

A Bank for the Buck

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A Bank for the Buck

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Jul 1, 2016


The Story of HDFC Bank

& the untold story of

This is the story of the birth and growth of India’s most valued Bank – HDFC Bank Ltd – against the backdrop of the new bank movement in India that started in 1994 when the Reserve Bank of India opened up the sector to introduce competition and to force banks to be efficient and more productive.

Many books have tried to give meaning to India’s recent history, to put it in the larger context of a complicated and confounding society, but this effort stands out because it does something that has been difficult to attempt – retelling the story of modern India through the lens of business.

Given the author’s familiarity with bankers, policy makers and central bankers, this fast-paced, jargon-free book, written for a wide audience, brings to life an engrossing and sweeping tale of 21st century India, with all its foibles and charms.
Jul 1, 2016

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A Bank for the Buck - Bandyopadhyay


Chapter 1

One Day in Malaysia


n a Thursday morning in February 1994, the telephone rang at Citibank House in Jalan U-Thant, a tony neighbourhood dotted with the world's embassies in Malaysia's capital Kuala Lumpur. Amrita, the eight-year-old daughter of Aditya Puri, the chief executive officer (CEO) of the Malaysia operations of Citibank N. A., answered the telephone. The caller was a man gaining tremendous influence in India's financial industry. He wanted to speak to her father.

'Papa, a Mr Parekh is on the line,' Amrita yelled. Aditya had just finished his breakfast and was adjusting his tie. He was rushing for a meeting with Shaukat Aziz, head of Citibank's Asia-Pacific region and another man of tremendous clout who would, a decade later, become the 15th Prime Minister of Pakistan in General Pervez Musharraf's government.

But he had to take this call.

Deepak Parekh was an old friend. He was more than an old friend. He was the chairman of Housing Development Finance Corporation Ltd (HDFC), India's lone mortgage company founded by his uncle Hasmukh Thakordas Parekh, a veteran banker. Aditya had known Deepak since his days as a management trainee with automaker Mahindra & Mahindra Ltd, his first job after graduation. Aditya's buddy Bharat Shah, later a colleague at Citibank, was Deepak's cousin.

Bharat had a group of close friends with a common passion, bridge. These included investment banker Hemendra Kothari, builder Dilip Thakker, Aditya, Deepak and a few others, all power houses who would meet for dinner every fortnight and often go over to each other's homes. 'As a young kid, Aditya used to fix our drinks and stand behind the bar,' Deepak told me.

Aditya got to know Deepak better while he was heading Citibank's institutional banking business for India, Sri Lanka, Nepal and Bangladesh, based out of Mumbai.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Deepak told Aditya he would be in Kuala Lumpur that weekend, and invited himself over for dinner. Deepak was, in fact, going to Mauritius to attend a board meeting of the Commonwealth Development Corporation. The normal course would have been to fly from Mumbai (then Bombay) to Singapore and from there to Mauritius. Instead, Deepak decided to make the detour from Singapore to Malaysia. 'I told him I'm coming but I didn't tell him why,' Deepak said. That would have to wait until dinner.

Citibank House in Jalan U-Thant is a sprawling old bungalow, built before Malaysia got its independence, spread over one and a half acres and decked with a swimming pool and a volleyball court. Forty-something Aditya was a rising star at Citibank—one among fifty executives worldwide chosen by the bank's chairman and CEO John Shepard Reed. This 'gang of fifty' would be critical for the US bank's future. The chosen ones were given options, separate from the usual equity options—golden handcuffs, as they would privately say.

Aditya's Mercedes drove Deepak and buddy Bharat, who had tagged along from the airport, to his house in the evening. They sat by the poolside, sipping single malt, and Aditya's wife Smiley, like a good hostess, made sure the kebabs were succulent and the papads crisp despite the liberal sprinklings of shredded onions and green chillies.

Deepak was there to tell Aditya that HDFC was shortly going to get a licence from the Reserve Bank of India (RBI) to run a bank. And that he was looking for a CEO.

Before approaching Aditya, Deepak had spoken to Bharat, who was working in Singapore. Bharat used to report to Aditya in Citibank in India. But they weren't boss and subordinate; they were friends forever.

Whenever Bharat travelled to Malaysia on work, he would invariably stay with Aditya and spend the evenings by the pool. Aditya did the same whenever he was in Singapore. Deepak wanted Bharat to help him rope in Aditya as the new bank's CEO.

Deepak had decided that Aditya was the one capable of building his vision of a world-standard private bank in a newly liberalized India, an institution comparable with the best global banks. Aditya, ofJohn's gang of fifty, would be his man.

Bharat told Deepak to speak to Aditya directly. But he offered to accompany Deepak to Malaysia. At Citibank House, with Bharat by his side, Deepak eased into his pitch: 'You run around the world a lot,' he told Aditya. 'Now come back to the country, do some real work, build a bank.'

Aditya was by no means gullible. He was earning about $100,000 annually, about ₹ 31.5 lakh, a tidy sum in those days. Then, there were the bonuses, the regular options and the special options he was entitled to as one of John's chosen fifty.

Their conversation at the poolside continued:

'What bank?' Aditya asked Deepak.

'We are getting a licence to set one up.'

'That will be your bank.'

'No, it will be your bank. I won't even be on the board. It will be run by professional management and you will head that.'

'Do you know how much I get here ?' Aditya asked Deepak.

'Arre baba, you have earned enough. Now, do something for the nation. You've worked enough for foreign companies. Abhi aake desh ke liye kuch karol

'Come on Deepak,' Aditya insisted. 'You need to tell me what's in it for me.'

'You will build an institution,' Deepak told him. 'I can't match your salary. But we will give you stock options. You will do well and earn much more than what you are earning.'

Smiley was curious about the unusually animated and earnest discussion among the three men. In one of her rounds while topping their plates with pakoras, she finally got the drift, 'You three will run a bank!' she exclaimed.

After some more of Deepak's hard persuasion, Aditya agreed to consider the offer, provided he was promised a good share of the stocks. His math was simple: If the bank was successful he would make good the losses he would suffer by leaving Citibank, and he would have built an institution.

There was another reason perhaps to return to India—to be with his father, Tapishwar Puri, who had been the aide-decamp to India's first air marshal, Subroto Mukherjee. Aditya's dad wasn't getting any younger and returning to India would allow him more time with his father.

Aditya asked Smiley whether she wanted to go back to India. She was and still is his confidante.

Aditya first met Smiley at a party in Delhi when he was doing his chartered accountancy articleship. She was a student in Miranda House, the distinguished residential women's college of Delhi University. They lost touch with each other since and went their separate ways. When the time came for marriage, Aditya went looking for Smiley and, within a week, proposed to her.

Before heading its Malaysia operations, Aditya was in Hong Kong looking after credit and market risk for Citibank in North Asia. He had worked in Saudi Arabia before that, returned to India, and again taken a job abroad. He knew that if he returned to India this time, it would be for good. His teenage son Amit was already in India, studying at Mayo College in Ajmer. Amrita was studying in the American School in Kuala Lumpur.

'I am surprised you are asking me this. Go by what your heart says,' Smiley replied.

Deepak told Aditya he was on the board of trustees of the famed Bombay Scottish School in Mumbai, and getting admission for Amrita would be a cakewalk. Deepak even promised to escort Amrita to the school at Mahim.

'I want complete freedom to run the bank,' Aditya told Deepak. 'No interference.'

'You will get it,' Deepak told him.

Aditya asked for twenty-four hours to make a decision. The next day, shortly after Deepak checked in at a hotel in Mauritius, the telephone rang. It was Aditya. 'I am on,' he said.

Elsewhere in Uganda

Months before Deepak met Aditya in Malaysia, in late 1993, he made a call to S. S. Thakur, former controller of foreign exchange in India. Thakur, after a long stint with the RBI, had joined the United Nations' International Civil Services as a senior advisor, and was deputed from New York to Zambia to advise that country's central bank.

Deepak told Thakur that he was soon going to get an in- principle approval from the RBI to set up a bank and that he wanted Thakur to be the bank's founder-chairman. Deepak explained that he wanted a high level of corporate governance and regulatory compliance at the bank, and that he believed Thakur was the top candidate for the job.

Thakur had played a key role in formulating India's Foreign Exchange Regulation Act (FERA) and was involved in implementing it in national and multinational companies. FERA, enacted in 1973 by the Indira Gandhi government, imposed stringent regulations on certain payments that dealt with foreign exchange and securities and transactions involving the Indian currency. Its purpose was to regulate payments to conserve India's precious foreign exchange resources.

Many dubbed the Act draconian. Its first victim was the American icon The Coca-Cola Co., India's leading soft drink until 1977. Coca-Cola decided to leave India after the Janata government, citing the new law, ordered it to hand over its formula—a trade secret held in a bank vault in Atlanta for decades—and dilute its stake in the Indian unit.

Coca-Cola, and its closest rival PepsiCo Inc., also American, would return to India sixteen years later in 1993, after India opened up its economy.

As controller of foreign exchange at the RBI, Thakur knew Deepak well. He knew Deepak's uncle H. T. Parekh even better. Thakur had helped HDFC immensely during its early days in getting bulk deposits. Not many people were willing to take home loans as it was a new concept in the late 1970s, just after HDFC was formed. Even more were reluctant to deposit money with it. The first public issue of the shares of HDFC bombed and the mortgage lender found it a headache to get a capital of a mere ₹10 crore.

It was during this phase of disquiet that the World Bank Group's International Finance Corporation (IFC) stepped in and picked up a 5% stake in HDFC, and even offered it a loan of $4 million. But it was quite the tease, adding a rider that it would release the money only if HDFC could arrange matching deposits in Indian rupees. In other words, HDFC had to mobilize the rupee equivalent of $4 million to draw IFC's line of credit. Although not a big sum as a dollar used to fetch around ₹8.75 in 1978, HDFC found even this extremely difficult to mobilize.

Retail deposits were out ofquestion in those days. In fact, in the first decade of HDFC's existence, till 1988, while hundreds came to borrow no one trusted the company with their money. HDFC had to depend on bulk deposits. There were many FERA companies—locally incorporated companies with foreign equity holdings in excess of 40%—that raised money from the market but couldn't remit the funds as the RBI was never prompt in clearing their applications. HDFC sensed an opportunity there.

Hasmukh-bhai, as the founder of HDFC was widely known, got himself a list of tea companies in Assam that had raised money from the public and were sitting on the funds, as the RBI was being slow in clearing their applications for remitting the money overseas. He wanted these companies to deposit their monies with HDFC till the RBI gave its nod. But there was a hitch. By the rules of the book, these companies were allowed to keep their funds only with banks, not with mortgage companies. Thakur, convinced by Hasmukh-bhai's argument, changed the rule and allowed these companies to deposit their monies with mortgage companies as well. And that's how HDFC started getting FERA deposits and, more importantly, was able to draw from the IFC loan.

Deepak knew the story well, and thought it a good idea to have an ex-RBI insider as his bank's first chairman. He got Thakur's number in Zambia from a contact in the RBI and called him. 'Mr Thakur, I would like you to come to Bombay. I will send you the ticket. Can you come for a couple days ?'

Thakur flew to Mumbai and met Deepak. He heard him out. It was a bold and tempting offer. But to resign from the prestigious United Nations' job was a tough call, especially when he was earning a handsome tax-free package.

Deepak offered Thakur shares of HDFC. Thakur eventually agreed to the offer, though not because of the shares as, in those days, not many really cared for HDFC's stock. 'I took up the assignment in spite of the monetary loss', Thakur told me, 'because it was a challenging task and they were very sincere in their approach.'

Thakur joined HDFC Bank Ltd as founder-chairman on 2 January 1994 at Ramon House in downtown Mumbai, where the mortgage company is headquartered even today. He occupied the cabin of H. T. Parekh on the fourth floor of Ramon House after Hasmukh-bhai passed away in November 1994. At the time of joining, Thakur was in his early sixties. 'A couple of months later, the RBI issued a new rule which said that if a bank has a managing director, its chairman must be a non-executive chairman. [I had] no regrets,' Thakur, now eighty, told me at his office in Express Towers at Nariman Point, Mumbai's financial district. He is now a public interest director on the board of MCX Stock Exchange Ltd. 'I was the chairman [of HDFC Bank] till 2000.'

The Pune Warrior

Deepak's third choice was not a banker but a corporate executive and a close friend, Vinod Yennemadi. Vinod had worked with at least half a dozen companies, local and foreign. Deepak got to know him while doing his chartered accountancy in London in the 1960s. Deepak was a regular visitor to the YMCA Indian Student Hostel, at 41 Fitzroy Square in London, where Vinod was staying.

After completing his chartered accountancy, Vinod joined Shell International—at Burmah-Shell Oil Storage and Distributing Company of India Ltd—in 1971 at a princely salary of ₹2,000 a month. He worked with the group till it was nationalized in 1976 (and renamed Bharat Petroleum Corporation Ltd the next year).

Vinod's next job was with the RPG Group. He became the finance director of a small firm of the RPG Group, a subsidiary of Asian Cables Ltd. Following this, he joined Mather & Platt, a company that produced fire protection systems and submersible pumps, as its finance director.

Manohar Rajaram Chhabria of the Dubai-based Jumbo Group bought over Mather & Platt and took an instant liking to Vinod, but Vinod did not like the new owner's ways. He left the group to join Baba Kalyani—known for his auto parts company Bharat Forge Ltd—as finance director of Kalyani Steels Ltd in Pune in 1992. And that's where Deepak met his old pal Vinod after years.

On a Sunday morning in the first week of February 1994, Deepak told Vinod that HDFC was applying for a banking licence and he was reasonably sure he would get it. 'What are you doing in Pune? Come back to Bombay and join me and set up the bank,' he told

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