Showing posts with label Economics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Economics. Show all posts

Sunday, May 06, 2018

Is Socio-Capitalism the way forward?

My economic leanings aside, here’s a brilliant dissemination on why Socialism isn’t the panacea to equality and poverty alleviation and yet Capitalism isn’t the answer to Socialism as it does not fairly address the equality principle.

The conversation also explains the exploitative links between socialism and crony capitalism - one eventually leading to the other - an example we’re only too well acquainted with in India, some parts of Europe and most parts of LatAm. 

How then do we protect capitalist principles while also nurturing an environment that maximizes opportunity for all?  Should we as a society seek equal access or equal outcomes? 



Pure capitalism is heartless and leaves too many behind unequally favouring a prized few, while overregulated markets and industries stifle productivity and growth for the majority. 
What the world is increasing beginning to seek is a sense of ‘fair-play’ balance between the two or who knows, maybe a new economic order altogether! 

Make some time to watch this clip at length. It’s compelling! And I must say, her accent only adds to the quality and impact of her delivery. 😉




 

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Of Pride and Prejudice...

Went out to dinner with a friend last night and I came back full with more food for thought than I had consumed for a fill. What started out as a dinner to just catch-up with each other, for that is what we both intended it to be, turned out to be a soul-searching experience for me.

Fresh out of B-School and armed with a library-load of even fresher management jargon, I was high on theoretical jingoism as I waxed eloquent on areas of the like of efficiency and effectiveness, reduction of lead time and cycle time et al, in my attempt to impress upon my friend the importance of ‘value addition’ on his part to the family business, the reigns of which had now been handed over to him by his father.

Helplessly he watched me rattle off nineteen to the dozen as I kept re-iterating the need for him to pursue a Master’s in Business Administration sometime in the near future for better insights into effectively driving his business…blah blah blah…

Patiently he listened, and then when I was sure that I had spoken convincingly enough and had no more to say, he took over. And what he told me over dinner as we sat at the rooftop of Bombay Blues, watching the incandescent shimmer of evening traffic glide past us into a distant luminosity, I shall always remember as one of the key lessons life uncannily throws you way when you least foresee it.

All of 23, here was my fine young friend, out of grad school with dreams of making it big on his own as a consultant. And a good start he had made in that direction too, having landed himself a plum position in one of India’s better known consultancy firms. Barely eight odd months into his dream job and many accolades later, he had to call it quits. The family business was in the doldrums and his father in despair. Destiny now fired her salvo of taunting mocks at my friend – the son of the house - to prove all he was worth in a trial by fire as he was ushered in to hold and guard fort.

The retail tea business, for that is what they are into, was slowly beginning to succumb to the mighty clout of mammon in the form of organized retail, courtesy clearance of 100% FDI in the tea sector.

The clearance came at a time when prices had touched abysmal lows, much below the cost of production and the industry was in much need of a stimulant. With global output showing an upward trend and new producers and exporters entering the fray, the prices slumped even further. Correspondingly, Indian prices and exports took a beating and efforts were now on to shore up the bottom-line.

Faced with such a situation, it is, today a do-or-die conundrum for small time retailers in a bid to salvage their businesses. And it is no different for my friend’s family either as they struggle to stay afloat in their efforts to eke out a living. Things have reached such a zenith that they are in serious consideration of moving house form their plush apartment in uptown New Bombay to a rented flat so as only to repay the mounting debt incurred on keep the business going.

With tears in his eyes he then told me that it was all very well to mouth competitive strategy for sustained growth in business and economic development in favour of the consumer whilst supporting the claim to open markets. The ground realities, in the absence of sound economics and tempered politic, in emerging economies like ours however project a whole new story.

With domestic markets soon disappearing in the face of falling incomes and rising costs of production, it’s only a matter of time before India’s blind rally at embracing globalization is soon going to claim its merciless pound of flesh from many more families such as these.

I don’t for a minute – as I state all of this – claim to be "anti globalist". What I am attempting to say here however is, that on the issue of globalization when it comes to India, there are deeper implications that are conveniently overlooked by the powers that be, given the steeped layers of a socio-cultural pluralist and disparate state of peoples in this nation state of ours.

And here I liberally quote Thomas Friedman, one of America's foremost political and economic affairs writers, when he said that all economic growth cannot only be explained with reference to the markets; power, politics,environment and culture are of equal import. "One has to understand that it is the interaction of all of these that is increasingly defining the face of economic growth and therefore international relations today. Only then will we be able to satisfysingly order the chaos. And understand this, one must, considering that if there is one system that is influencing more people in many more ways than they'll ever understand, it's globalisation.

In dealing with a non-linear system, especially a mighty complex one, you can't just think in terms of parts or limited aspects and then add things up and then say that behaviour of this and of that, added up together, makes the whole thing. With a complex non-linear system such as globalisation, you have to break it up into pieces and then study each and every aspect and the strong interactions between them all to approximate the magnitude of impact unleashed by it."



India needs to pay heed, else it'll be India mining instead of India shining - all over a concept that is being rashly implemented, in a pip to the WTO post, berift a wider pan Indian vision!





“What is happening to the world, lies at the moment, just outside the realm of common human understanding. It is the writers, the poets, the artists, the singers, the filmmakers who can make the connections, who can find ways of bringing it into the realm of common understanding, who can translate cash-flow charts and scintillating boardroom speeches into real stories about real people with real lives. Stories about what it’s like to lose your home, your land, your job, your dignity, your past and your future to an invisible force. To someone you can’t see. You can’t hate. You can’t even imagine.”
- Arundhati Roy

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Moorings of a Time 'Left' Behind...

Went shopping to town last Saturday, for khadi wear - kurtas to be precise. In Mumbai if it's khadi, it's got to be good ole' Khadi Bhandaar, (KB), D.N. Rd, Fort. Thankfully, the place hasn't change one wee bit since I visited it last year.

For all the hustle and bustle synonomous of life in this mega metro and the seductive sheen of its avant-garde trappings, KB continues stubbornly unaffected and untouched by the transient whims of time. Here at KB, you are now besieged by a time-warp.

The thick air inside the shop is still heavily laden with the scent an all-engulfing languorous charm, courtsey the socialist mettle of a (once) pre-liberalized economy. The dusty window panes, musty wooden paraphernalia and an asynchronous drone of an array of huge four-blade - weather beaten - ceiling fans suspended from an ashen coloured ceiling, made me acutely aware of the anomaly in time I was witness to. The dull passing of every formidable minute in time spent here was not wasted on me, for sure.

Not for this place, are clichés like: 'Customer is King', 'customised service' or 'customer delight.' All these hold good outside; once inside these are passé - and I for once am not complaining! And mighty good reason for that there is too.

In a world where 'Clothes maketh a man', beauty truely lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is of little wonder then that even simplicity today comes at a price and with a designer label. Chic and ethnic no longer stand for rustic mix-n-match of contrasting apparel - that you once put together at your sole discretion. Today, alas, they stand for the approval of fashionistas of the likes of the Satya Paul's and Rina Dhaka's of this country - and I say this with due respect to their talents and those of their kinsmen.

It's a democratic world after all, governed largely by a capitalistic society! And so everyone's got to make money while the sun shines. However, to keep the sun shining bright Marketeers have to do all they possibly can to extend this period of daytime for as long as possible. Enter concepts like "Branding," "Positioning," "Customer Satisfaction" and the like.


But then, to quote economist Milton Friedman, there's no such thing as a free lunch in a capitalistic society; everyone's got to ultimately foot his portion of the bill. However invariably the buck stops at the customer - and I'm fine with it if he can afford it for the 'tailor-made' luxuries he is bestowed with in name of enhancing his (otherwise incomplete) shopping experience. Every consumer is treated the same way, and the phrase ‘mass customisation’ is then abused till kingdom come.

Not for me, however, the razzmatazz of all this marketing gimmickery - at least when it comes my purchase of the humble homespun khadi kurta.

As I side-track here a little, I cannot but help but mirror FE columnist Suhel Seth's sentiments (http://www.financialexpress.com/fe_full_story.php?content_id=91274) as he lashes out at the inept and fuddy-duddy logic at work in operationalising the 'permission marketing' concept which modern day marketeers have so blatantly violated, much to the chagrin of a growing base of harried customers.

To be honest, I've had it with overtly patronizing salespersons and the 'all-your-needs-addressed' brands they promote making you believe they know you inside-out - sometimes better than you know yourself - and non-challantly breathe down your neck with the all-knowing alacrity of your bum-chum langoti buddy! And it would help recollect whilst at it that, they're not doing you a favour, doing it as they are in your time and on your account.

Customised service aside, I'd rather partake of handsome bargains for moderate prices at a no-frills, humble KB outlet that doesn't pretend to know all by offering you the all and sundry equivalent of a Kotler text on Services Marketing. And in the process, as a welcome a change, revisit - if only for a few minutes - the 'take-it-or-leave-it' socialist charm that stubbornly refuses to peel off at these places, even in these competitive times. Coming from someone who has grown up in thriving capitalist times, some irony that now, ain't it!

If fluidity is the plasma of time, then ideology is the plasma of my life!

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