Showing posts with label profit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label profit. Show all posts

Friday, July 21, 2017

Pappad and Pickles



Pappad or Papadum or Happala is a food item that comes in many shapes and sizes. It is made from several ingredients and is a supplementary dish used with lunch or dinner in many parts of the world, especially in the Indian subcontinent. Just as its variety, it also comes with many spellings. The picture given above may explain the item better than words. Pappad is typically made from gram flour with many ingredients added up depending on the seasonality, availability as well as taste requirements of users or makers. It is prepared, dried in the hot sun or shade, and stored until time of actual use. It is mostly fried in oil or cooking medium before being served hot. Some variants are also spread on burning charcoal. It should be consumed within a few minutes or hours of it being fried or heated. It is used as a side dish and very popular with children and aged alike. In tropical areas, it is prepared in summer for use throughout the year. Pappad making is a home industry in many parts of the world and provides employment as well to many workers in the unorganized sector.

Pickle is another item that is consumed with lunch or dinner. It has many variants like pappad and adds taste to other items. Its preparation and ingredients varies in different parts of the world. Lemon or raw mango pickles is very popular in Indian subcontinent. Cucumber or similar vegetables are used in some parts of the world. Serving pickles is easier than pappad as there is no processing required before serving. The ingredients are mixed with chilli powder and other spice powders and preserved in vinegar or brine (salt water). Properly packed item can be served directly from glass or plastic bottles. It adds variety to other cooked food items. Pickles are also good for spreading on bread of any type and can substitute fruit jams for diabetics. A small ball of butter is always a wonderful combination with pickles. One should not worry about cholesterol on such occasions. Forgetting unwanted issues while consuming these items is indeed a virtue, at least while consuming them.  
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A close relative wanted to invest in gold recently. The galloping stock markets did not provide any comfort as a collapse may be round the corner at all times. Investing in gold appeared to be the best bet in present times. Notwithstanding eye catching advertisements by innumerable gold outlets, she preferred to buy gold coins. Making charges and wastage calculations were uncomfortable for her. Any appreciation in gold value was swallowed by these subtle disguises while selling the ornaments. I had tried to sell some gold coins to her while in service in the bank a decade ago. All banks were vying with one another for selling gold coins then. There was a time (some four decades ago) when friends and relatives were running away at the sight of a relative who worked as LIC (insurance) agent. Similarly, my friends and relatives were also trying their best to avoid me when gold coins were being sold by banks.

At the request of this relative I tried to find a bank that sold gold coins. To my utter surprise, none of the banks were having any stock. Some of the contacts confessed that they have stopped selling gold coins long ago. Even the websites of private banks which showed gold coins as a product indicated that they are not available at present.
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Banking is known as a business of raising resources (deposits) and deploying them as loans and investment. Traditionally banks were concentrating on deposit mobilization. There was a time when a bank manager's most important work was procuring deposits. Lending was not a big task then as resources were scanty. Loan seekers were chasing bankers then. Credit squeeze and credit restrictions were in force. Banks had to obtain permission from RBI for disbursing their own funds sanctioned as loans to borrowers. This was called Credit Authorization. With the opening of the economy and globalization, movement of funds became easier and markets widened. Presently, deposits are pouring in and banks in India are finding it difficult to deploy their funds. Credit dispensation is not picking up. There is a mad race in retail lending now. Home loan takers never had this scenario before.

Banks made profit by charging more interest on loans than they paid on deposits. Central bank (RBI) prescribed and dictated interest rates for both deposits and advances. Interest rates in all banks was the same. Interest rates are deregulated now. Banks are free to fix their own interest rates for both deposits and advances subject some minimum restrictions. Banks make profits even now through the difference between lending and deposit rates. But there is pressure on margins. As spread (difference between interest rates on loans and deposits) became thinner, banks looked for earning from other services. There are concerted efforts to reduce burden (difference between non-interest expenditure and non-interest income) as the burden appears even more burdensome now. Traditional non-interest income sources like commission on fund transfers and agency functions like collection of bills have dried up like our water reservoirs. These conditions made banks jump into any business that gave additional non-interest income. While some business avenues like sale of gold coins have almost exited, selling third party products has taken center stage. Small Finance Banks, Payment Banks and non-banking players have further heightened the complexity of profit making by banks.


When one talks to young bankers today, there appears a confusion in their minds about real banking. Selling third party products has pushed traditional and core banking activities like deposit mobilization and lending to the background. Deceleration in economic activity and lack of demand for credit (loans) have made life difficult for bankers. 

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Rice with Dal (or Sambar or Rasam) is the main food habit in South india. Roti-Subzi is main item for people in North India. Some use a combination of both. Pickles and Pappad are additions to the main food items. One can have a meal with only rice and dal. Similarly, there can be a meal with roti and subzi (vegetables), or dal and roti. They are consumed even without pappad and pickles. Pappad and pickles alone never make a meal. They add variety and taste to the main course served in a meal. They are not a substitute for dal roti or rice-sambar.

Banking is essentially an activity of raising resources and lending the funds to those needing it for their ventures. Selling third party products alone never makes banking. Non-interest income cannot replace interest income. It should always be augmenting interest income. 

This is not to put down the importance of selling third party products. It is only to emphasize the importance of the basic and core banking activities of raising resources, and lending and investment. Sense of proportion should not be lost and the cart should not be put before the horse.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Please give me my PROFITS!

After insisting that she be paid her true share of profits, the old woman followed the Secretary to collect her profits.  (Click here to read the earlier part)  Mota Seth's secretary took a handful of coins and told the woman, "Here is your money.  You are lucky to make so much money.  Now be on your way".  "I am not here for any gratis.  Show me the calculations and pay the exact amount.  Not a rupee more and not a rupee less" said the old woman firmly.  The secretary tried to convince her but she was a hard nut to crack.  He started calculating the actual amount payable to her.

His began with a 8 digit calculator and moved on to a 12 digit calculator when he found it insufficient.  The bigger calculator was also of no use after reaching one month's computation of profits.  He took his laptop and calculated on it.  This is what he found out:
 
     Day
Amount Payable
1
2
2
4
3
8
4
16
5
32
6
64
7
128
8
256
9
512
10
1024
11
2048
12
4096
13
8192
14
16384
15
32768
16
65536
17
131072
18
                       262144
19
524288
20
1048576
21
2097152
22
4194304
23
8388608
24
16777216
25
33554432
26
67108864
27
134217728
28
268435456
29
536870912
30
1073741824
60
2305843009213690000

The calculations went on and on like this and  at the end of 360 days the amount payable was:

75153362648762700000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000   or 751533626487627 followed by 95 Zeros!!!

The Secretary rushed to Mota Seth with his laptop and showed him the calculations.  Mota Seth could not believe his own eyes and stared at the figures on the laptop screen.  The figures on the screen appeared to  mock at him.  It took some time for him to collect his thoughts.  He fell at the feet of the old woman and told her "I do not have that much of money to pay you.  I did not even understand what I meant when I said that my money doubles on each day.  You have opened my eyes.  Please accept all my business and wealth and release me from the debt that I have to pay you.  I have nothing more to say".

The old woman smiled and lifted him.  She told the Seth, "I am not a person to en-cash something you said in an unguarded moment.  I have known you since you were a helper in this very place.  I have seen you grow and struggle to reach this level.  I always remain your well wisher.  I want neither my capital nor profit.  But I want you to remember three things.  Firstly, no customer is too small for any business.  Secondly, weigh your words when you talk to customers and never insult them.  Thirdly, time has come for you to give away part of your wealth to the needy.  God bless you and may you live long to share your success with the society".

After uttering these words the old woman calmly walked away as Mota Seth and his Secretary watched in open-mouthed bewilderment.
                                   

Old Woman and her COIN

Sitting on his sofa placed in a vantage point, Mota Seth was surveying the large sales area.  The hall was overflowing with customers and all his employees were busy attending to them.  For a moment he reflected on his past and the long and difficult journey he had traveled to reach today's position. He was just an eight year old boy when he started working.  He had started as a helper in the same shop fifty years ago. His father had placed him in the hands of the then owner of the shop.  Abject poverty of the family had compelled his father to surrender his small son to the shop owner for a meager salary. As a boy he did not even know the amount paid as the so called salary.  His father came to the shop on the first day of every month without fail and collected the money from the owner.  The only thing he ever got was a cup of tea his father would get him in the roadside tea stall next to the shop. Father and son met only on the first of each month.  As a boy he was permitted to go to his village and see his mother and siblings only once in a year during Deepavali festival.  He had to work all day and sleep in the corner room of the shop in the midst of all those huge bundles of goods. He was scared on many nights initially but got used to it quickly.  The owner was a highly calculative man and believed in earning and saving.  He was otherwise a kind man and that was the only silver lining in the boy's life.  There was sufficient food and three pairs of clothes was more than the boy could ask for at that stage.

The shop owner suddenly fell sick and the boy took very good care of him. Owner's son chose academics instead of joining the father to pursue the family business.  The sick owner was disappointed with the son's decision and channeled all his remaining time and energy to nurture this helper boy in understanding secrets of business.  The boy was a quick learner and understood the flow of business quite fast.  He was ready to take over when the owner finally left this world. At twenty years he was full of energy and bubbling with enthusiasm. The business was handed over to him by the owner's son on a mutually agreed Deferred Payment terms and it took five years for the young man to clear the agreed amount and be called as the "Owner" of his own business.  Over the next twenty five years he had built an empire by extending the scope of his business.  He was now owning a chain of stores in different locations and all others in the business community looked to him for advice and guidance. He had scientifically divided his business into different divisions and well trained Managers looked after the various divisions.  His only work was to get daily reports from them and enjoy his success by looking at the final profit figure for the day.

His chain of nostalgic thought was abruptly cut short by the sight of an old woman standing in front of the sales hall.  What was this old woman doing in his big shop?  She was pleading with the salesman for something but nobody had time for attending to her.  She was moving from counter to counter and her movements were obstructing other customers from getting their requirements.  He also observed that some of the customers with long list of items to be purchased were showing impatience and frowning on this old woman.  She was indeed a nuisance and a source of annoyance to his valued customers, he thought.  Something should be done immediately, he decided and moved towards her.

"What are you doing here old woman?  Why are you obstructing my customers from getting their requirements?", he asked her.  He was himself surprised at the hardness in his tone while asking the question. "I am not obstructing anybody, Mota Seth.  I am also one of your customers. I want to buy something but your salesmen are not interesting in attending to me", replied the old woman.  "What can you buy in my shop? How much money do you have?" queried the Seth.  "All I want is salt for one rupee" said the old woman.  The Seth burst out laughing.  "Salt for one rupee!  And that too in my shop!!  I sell salt only in truck loads.  This is too big a shop for you.  Go to some small shop in the street corner and get your salt. Clear this place immediately" said the Seth in a voice that ridiculed the old woman.

"You consider yourself as a big businessman.  I do not know any business or what business is.  But just for my curiosity, please tell me how big your business is?" asked the old woman.  Seth was even more annoyed now.  "Can you understand what business is?  And how vast my is businesss?  You will never be able to fathom it.  What can you understand about a business where the money doubles everyday?" retorted the Seth.

"Money doubling everyday?  You are a great master.  I am an old woman with meager resources.  I would like to join you as a partner in your business.  I may not live for long.  Take me as a partner for just one year. I will be grateful to you and spend the rest of my life singing in your praise!" said the old woman.  Mota Seth was taken aback.  "What amount you want to invest?", he asked jocularly.  "Take this rupee as my contribution.  Let it double each day in your business. I will come back after exactly one year and collect what is due to me.  Please help an old woman, Seth", the woman begged him.  Seth wanted to get rid of her and this was a golden opportunity for him.   He took her coin and tossed it into the nearest cashier's box.  "Now that your wish is fulfilled, go away and do not come till one year" the Seth told her.  The old woman mumbled her thanks and left the place.

Mota Seth forgot the old woman and her coin in his busy life and his ever expanding business empire.  One day when he walked into his office he was approached by the old woman.  "Good morning Seth.  You were indeed right about growth of your business.  I find your business has grown a lot in the last one year!  Now please give my capital and profits quickly.  I do not want to waste your valuable time.  I take my profits and be on my way leaving you to attend to your pressing business engagements" said the old woman.

"Ah, you are back.  Do not worry. I will not cheat you and pay you as agreed.  I will tell my secretary to pay you off immediately" said Mota Seth.  He called the Secretary and told him to pay off the old woman.

How much should the Secretary pay her?  If you are too busy  (or lazy) to calculate CLICK HERE to find out!