Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Rise and Fall of Satyam

In an interview with Business Standard published a year ago, Vineet Nayyar, Chairman, Mahindra Satyam (now Tec h Mahindra) says that for him,Ramalinga Raju is a ‘Tragic Hero’ who plotted his downfall step by step and while people commit crime out of greed, Raju did it ‘out of pride’.”


He is spot on. To understand this, one must go back in to the mid-nineties when the company was so small that it ranked a lowly No. 14 in DataQuest’s ranking of Indian IT companies. When I joined Satyam in 1996 I was shocked that the company treated its Annual Report so light-heartedly that it printed copies on cheap news print with lot of typos.


The wisest decision that Satyam took was in going all out for the Y2K bonanza. This is where TCS, Infosys and Satyam benefited but Wipro and HCL lost out because they looked down on that business. We added marquee names, particularly in the US Healthcare and Insurance business that allowed the company to ramp up rapidly. In addition, the GE business, though of low margin, added value to the brand. By 2000 we were on a roll and risen up the rankings. The mood in the company was upbeat. Even after Y2K, the company did succeed in holding back some of the clients for more value added services.


However, the organization structure did not really allow for high growth. Satyam was like a loosely put-together federation. We had the core management with several Strategic Business Units (SBU) and a few subsidiaries. Some of the senior managers had joined the company from larger companies when Raju was still finding his feet. They tended to throw their weight around particularly at the monthly Executive Council meetings. In fact, at some of the EC meetings I attended it was embarrassing to watch the Chairman of the company being harangued by a few of the SBU heads. Raju used to accept this with some equanimity as he needed these managers more than they needed him. However, it was also true that some of them were conveniently using the Satyam name and money to further their own ambitions.


Some of the SBUs were also city centric with the result the heads were like czars zealously guarding their fiefdom. In fact, a popular tale was that one SBU head would not allow staff from any other city to come to his office without prior permission from him. Whenever I had a press release published in the media the same SBU head used to regularly crack a joke that I was hired to keep the Satyam stock price up. In fact, even the corporate HR department could not implement a lot of its plans as the SBUs and subsidiaries recruited their own HR heads. In theory they reported to the corporate HR but in practice the local HR person listened only to the SBU head.


However, in the flush of the Y2K bonanza a lot of these issues were swept under the carpet. But, even then a lot of business opportunities were lost because of internecine issues. In 1997 the techies at one SBU had developed an internet-based product called SearchPad that was well ahead of its time and a great product. SearchPad combined artificial intelligence and pattern recognition concepts to provide a personalized information filtering system. Imagine, at that time Google was not even a gleam in the eye.

Unfortunately, ego hassles between the SBU head and the head of Satyam’s sales & marketing prevented the company from putting all its might behind the product launch. Eventually, a junior person in the SBU, who was still wet behind the ears, was entrusted with the global sales. The product bombed. A real pity as I was involved in holding an intra-company competition for the product name and also for the global media release. My firm view is that Indian IT companies do not have the resources nor the bandwidth to market consumer technology products on a global scale. Satyam would have earned millions of dollars if it had sold the technology to a multinational IT company instead of trying to market it on its own.


The subsidiaries were a drain on the resources as the investment in setting them up was pretty high but the income generated was nothing to write home about. In fact, at one stage Financial Institutions and major investors were pushing for these subsidiaries to be sold, closed down or merged with the parent company as it was affecting the valuation of Satyam. Eventually this was done but it was too late.


One subsidiary that has an interesting story was Satyam Infoway. This case also revealed the visionary element that lurked somewhere in Raju. In the early nineties, Raju was convinced that people, wherever in the world they were located, looking for information on any subject should be able to call one telephone number and get that information. To this end he set up a small office in Secunderabad and hired a retired librarian with a PhD (Raju had great regard for people with doctorates and hired several of them later) whose job was to gather information. By 1995 the Internet Age was in the nascent stage, but Raju recognizing the potential hired a senior professional to relook at the whole business. Thus, Sify was evolved and created an internet revolution in India. Unfortunately, the subsidiary had to be sold much later because of pressure from major institutional investors.


But the saddest case was one about a product called VisionCompass, a web enabled EPM tool developed by Satyam. The product helped an organization put in place a measurement system that tracked and monitored its performance. It was considered far superior to the then popular Balanced Scorecard. This was a product developed from Raju’s obsession with the idea that performances at all levels across any organization could be measured in numbers. The idea was okay but he drove the technical development team crazy for almost two years. He would keep changing the brief at every monthly progress meeting. This resulted in a huge cost overrun. Finally, even a subsidiary was set up in the US with a highly paid American CEO. The first thing he did was change the look and feel of the product. This resulted in more delays. Eventually, the product bit the dust. Financial Institutions forced Raju to close the subsidiary. Overall the company spent over $100 million on VisionCompass but the income from it was zilch.


Post Y2K, the business environment had changed and IT companies had to look at more value added services to retain clients or bid for new ones. Ideally, Satyam should have exploited the situation to keep up its pace of growth. Unfortunately, some of the management changes that Raju made did not really produce the results expected by him.


Raju always felt that to sell in global markets a company needed to hire locals at a senior level. In 1998 Raju hired an American as the global head of sales and marketing. He was highly experienced and a go-getter. Unfortunately, the system brought him down. Culturally, the senior managers based in India could not (or would not) adjust to his style of working. Some of the SBUs wanted to sell directly to prospective customers instead of going through the US based sales & marketing department. This caused a lot of confusion. Three years later the sales head left the company. Another cultural shock for India based executives was the US designation of ‘Director’. Actually, that designation referred to nothing more than a Manager in Indian terms. However, whenever someone in the US was given the designation of Director it raised a red flag here and caused a lot of heartburn.


Another senior management recruitment that caused a lot of angst was that of a person who was brought in as Executive Vice President, the highest designation after Raju and his brother Rama Raju. In Raju’s true style he did not want this designation to be made public, but obviously that was not possible. He was later made the COO which again was not made public. This issue caused me some amount of embarrassment. After the ADR listing on NYSE in 2001 I released to the press a group photograph of the senior management taken on Wall Street. Below the photograph was mentioned the names and designation of the people. This manager had given me his business card that clearly mentioned his designation as COO. At 5 am in New Jersey, where I was visiting after the listing, I was woken up by a call from Raju asking me how that had happened. I was puzzled as I did not understand what he was referring to.

Finally, he told me about the issue. Apparently all the business heads in India were up in arms when they came to know that this particular executive had been secretly given the designation of COO. They came to know about this only after seeing the photograph published in the Indian dailies. This person was an egoist. He once told me that at all Satyam functions he should be given the front row seat next to the Rajus. He was later elevated to the Board of Satyam and had to leave the country in a hurry when the scam broke.


More or less this was the stage when Satyam’s growth slowed down.



Monday, July 1, 2013

Midlife crisis

When Elliott Jaques coined the term ‘midlife crisis’ he must have had me in mind. Some years back at that critical stage in my life I began to question where I was heading; had I reached that point where I wanted to be; or simply put, was I a washout?

The lack of excitement in my working life seemed to be the problem. To my wife’s horror I chucked up a comfortable job and embarked on a journey to ‘discover’ my true self. Easier said than done.

A classmate in engineering college now ran a tabloid. His admiration for my writing capability was based on the wall newspaper I published in our hostel. When he offered me a job I was hoping to become a sports correspondent which would get me a ringside seat at cricket matches gratis. I ended up as a cultural critic.

The first assignment was an arangetram. My knowledge of any dance form was restricted to The Twist, Rock ‘n’ Roll and whatever Hema Malini espoused about Bharatha Natyam in a leading film magazine. At the auditorium, pretending to be knowledgeable I followed suit whenever my neighbour clapped. From the speeches it seemed that the guru was pretty famous and the dancer her favourite pupil, which presumably she claimed at the arangetram of all her students.

Back in office I just paraphrased all that was written in the glossy brochure and wracked my brain to add something original, too. The next day the office was invaded by an irate parent. I never realized that my innocent sentences that read, “The dancer looked somewhat ‘healthy’. Probably a reduced intake of carbohydrates would enable her to balance herself better when on one leg,” would cause such a furore. Result: immediate transfer as culinary correspondent.

Assigned to cover a newly opened French restaurant I looked forward to the free      food .After being seated at the designated table, a gentleman whom I deduced to be the steward came and introduced himself in French. I just smiled as I could not comprehend what he said in his nasal twang. I could not decipher the menu either so I just pointed a finger at two listings: le cassoulet and la bouillabaisse. The items were a disaster as I had forgotten to inform the staff that I was a vegetarian and both these dishes were patently non-veg. It was rather embarrassing after that. But a review needed to be written within the deadline. A neighbour who worked at Alliance Francaise helped me translate the menu.

That also marked the end of my journalistic career as the restaurant owner objected to my referring to his maître d'hôtel as being supercilious and that the portions were rather anaemic. My friend had the unenviable task of deciding between me and the threat to withdraw all advertisements from his publication.

Soon I could sense that my wife was also fed up of scrimping on our daily essentials and threw broad hints about the need to earn a regular salary. After dipping in to my savings to pay my children’s fees I woke up.

I caught hold of a headhunter and  I ended up in an IT company where I worked till I retired.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The quest for creative awards

Several senior creative executives recently were given the boot from one of India’s largest advertising agencies. Their crime? They produced some ‘inappropriate’ advertisements for a leading global brand of cars, just to win awards. The brouhaha was less because of the ads but more because the guys got caught as this was a common practice in the advertising field.

The quest to win awards for creativity starts from one’s childhood. For instance, the school fancy dress competition. The complacent (or lazy?) mother enters her offspring as Gandhi, pirate or Mother Teresa. Easy ones with raw material readily available at home. Unfortunately for the child, the competition comes up with a toothpaste tube, or caterpillar or even a tree with a sign proclaiming “Save the environment. Join the chipko movement.”

The other platform for a creative prize is the school exhibition where samples of children’s SUPW projects are displayed. This actually reflects the mother’s inventive talent and not the child’s. For his project my younger son had to make a model of a house. My wife, in turn commissioned her architect cousin to design something exotic. The result was a Spanish hacienda which my son submitted as his handiwork without an iota of guilt.

This competitive spirit continues in adulthood and manifests itself rather strongly in people in artistic fields like advertising and films. For a creative person awards help in career advancement and also in fattening one’s wallet.

A person aspiring to become a hotshot copywriter is brought down to earth within a few months of joining an advertising agency. What he or she thought of as a great idea is dissected and filtered, first by the client servicing executive and then the client. The first signs of frustration start here. It is particularly more so while handling international FMCG brands because the creative work ends up going through a committee. The end product has a nil chance of getting any prize for creativity.

By the seventh year or so the copywriter just goes through the motions of writing. That is the time when every copywriter through generations writes inane headlines like, “The soap with a difference.” Or “The better noodle.”You can substitute any product in these headlines.
I once made the mistake of taking my creative director to a presentation. He took it personally when the campaign was rejected and got into an argument with the client. He later blamed me for not ‘selling’ the campaign strongly enough.

My time in the sun (or almost) came several years back. I had won an award at the Advertising Club, Mumbai. Luckily I was in that city on the day of the function. When my category was announced I got up from my seat. To my surprise I found that my colleague from the local office had made his way to the stage and collected the award and got photographed with the chief guest. Later I found that he was not aware of my presence. At least he had the grace to hand me the trophy.


The advertising awards season will start soon and you can be sure that murmurs of a ‘fixed’ match will manifest itself from the losers.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Golfing woes


With television sports channels going on overdrive to telecast golf tournaments, it is but natural that more people are showing interest in playing that game. Unfortunately, in India one needs to be a member of a golf club to enjoy the sport. That is easier said than done. On an average, one needs to wait more than ten years after applying to start playing, unless one is ready to pay an obscene sum to get early membership. I struck gold some years back and now play regularly in a nice golf course. 

I underestimated the skill required to play the game when I started. Thanks to watching a few videos of some professionals easily hitting long shots, I presumed that my old skill at college level cricket would serve me well to master the new game.

The first day on the course was eventful. I was dressed no different than any of the professional golfers one sees on TV. Plus, a brand new golf set acquired through a relative in the USA. I placed the ball on the tee and took a couple of practice swings with my club. I was now all set to hit my first shot on a golf course. I took an almighty swing and was confident that the ball was headed towards the flag. There was a hushed silence all around from the spectators. To my horror, and embarrassment I found that the ball was still there in all its glory on the tee just the way I had placed it. To cut a long and tragic story short, my ball moved about a hundred yards after five shots. The next day I enrolled for coaching.

Golf and Bridge have two things in common. A post-mortem of the game, and exchange of recrimination between the losing partners. However, unlike in the card game there is a therapy centre at the golf course to calm frayed tempers. It is universally called the 19th hole where a few mugs of beers will soon cool down the antagonists. This is also the place where one drops names and talks about one’s encounter with Tiger or Rory or Jeev (it will always be first names to show familiarity).

For a golfer, the Old Course at St. Andrews, Scotland has the same status as Tirupati, Mecca or the Vatican. It was my dream for a long time to breathe the air there. A year back, with a reluctant wife in tow, I reached the course. I went through the normal routine of photographs of me against the background of the club house, to prove to my pals that I actually visited the course. Then it was off to the proshop to buy some mementos to give to my golf pals. Like in any other tourist spot the prices were a rip off. Today I can proudly claim that I am St. Andrews returned.

Like horse-racing, golf also has a handicap system. The lower the handicap the better you are as a player. Unfortunately, with my stratospherically inclined handicap golfers find it embarrassing to play with me. So I plough a lone furrow on the course week after week. But I am not going to give up.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Cut to size


At times most of us need some alteration to be done to our clothes. Whether it is to reduce the length, increase the waistline or even change a defective zip. On Lodhi Road in New Delhi you have a whole row of alteration specialists going under exotic names like 9th Wonder, 12th Wonder and even Wonder Ka Wonder. However, tailors in Bangalore are a snobbish lot. They feel it is below their dignity to accept such menial jobs like alteration.

In our apartment complex we had a tailor named Ramanna who thrived on doing alteration work. He had been provided a place in the basement along with the ironwallah. No one knows what exactly he used to do in the past but from the time he arrived here it was like manna from heaven for the residents.

I bought a lot of ready-mades in a sale in the US. However, as my physique is nowhere near that of an average American these clothes were lying unused for a long time. Thanks to Ramanna I was able to resurrect them. He in turn reduced the length of trousers, narrowed the bottom, removed or added bottom folds. He even converted my Nordstrom gabardine trousers to stylish golfing shorts. 

For shirts he  shortened the half sleeves, altered the full sleeves cuff, or even reduced full sleeves to half sleeves. However, there were times his judgement went haywire. A couple of Hilfiger shirts had to be shortened. He took the measurement and returned the altered ones in an hour’s time. Unfortunately, he forgot that American shirts generally have a curved cut on the sides. So the front length was okay but he had gone ahead and cut the sides too, in a curve. When I wore those shirts they looked like something the modern Indian girl wears on top of her jeans!

My wife gave blouses to be altered or a fall to be stitched on a sari. In a weak moment she also gave him a brand new material to stitch a salwar-kameez. Ramanna was at his creative best. One leg of the salwar had vertical stripes and the other one had horizontal ones. He claimed there was not enough cloth to match both the legs. If that had been designed by Manish Malhotra or Abu Jani my wife would have worn them and showed off.

Unfortunately, Ramanna has a weakness for a tipple. He used to complete quickly any work given to him on a Friday morning and collected his money immediately. The after effect of a hangover generally delayed his arrival to work on Saturday mornings.Several times there were  moves to throw him out. Most residents, including yours truly, stood by him and persuaded the residents’ association to keep him back.

But his stay did not last long.Soon after he moved on to greener pastures.Presumably to do a Tarun Tahiliani on an unsuspecting housewife at some other apartment complex.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Yes, Mr. President


Post retirement most people go through certain amount of withdrawal symptoms. How do I make up lost income? How do I spend my time? Am I a nobody? After weighing various options one generally finds that there are no takers to satisfy one’s expectations. However, there is one avenue that will, if not anything else, provide a balm to the hurt ego. That is the position of President of the residents’ welfare association.

With apartments spreading like the plague across Bangalore, a major requirement is to have a resident, sorry, owners’ association. Each complex may call it by any name but ultimately there is a caste situation that exists. Owner or Tenant. Invariably, one has to be an owner to hold the post of office bearer.

When residents move in to a new complex, the early settlers flaunt a sense of superiority and tend to pull rank. They are the ones that moot the idea of a welfare association. The problem starts when some pushy individual insists that there should be bye-laws. There is a frenetic search through friends from other complexes to get a copy of the bye-laws. Once you print that, it is like releasing several monsters all at once.

For the rest of the foreseeable future, the bye-laws are interpreted the way one wants to. There is generally one bye-law pundit whose word is considered law. Every now and then some resident suggests a change in the bye-law and a special general body meeting is called. By the end of the meeting the proposer will be made to feel like Napoleon after Waterloo.

In the initial stages the position of president goes to the person who speaks with some authority about his or her experience in other complexes. In a couple of years groups tend to get polarized. There will be a revolt from the so called ‘young Turks’. But like most spring revolutions, this one also is short lived. The greyheads eventually triumph because the younger ones are too busy earning a living and cannot spare time for such activities.

To become the President of the association has several advantages. The first thing you notice is that the security personnel salute you every time they sight you. Then you realize that the plumber and electrician come to address your complaints much quicker. But there is also a downside. One would not like to be woken up at 6.00 am by a resident complaining that his toilet has got blocked and that it should be repaired immediately.

For a retired person the advantages are many. For one, you get to sit in an office with all the attendant paraphernalia. The admin staff accepts you as their czar for that one year of your term. But they also use you to pass the buck when uncomfortable decisions have to be taken.

By about the fifth year, residents could not care less who is the President. They know that like the government, it is the babus who run the system. The handymen and the housekeeping staff call the shots. After all, the President is only a titular head who needs to be humoured for one year.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

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SVL is an Independent Marketing Strategy & Brand Management Consultant based in Bangalore.He has a degree in mechanical engineering and is a Fellow of the Institution of Engineers.His professional experience encompassed a panoramic perspective of strategic business processes across industries- Information Technology, FMCG, Automotive, and Industrial products.
S V L brings to the academy his rich experience in the corporate field and his success in various extra-curricular activities.He is also a regular contributor to various publications.He will be supported by various domain specialists as required.