While CSE may have been found terminally ill in 2001, the decline of one of South Asia’s oldest stock exchanges began in the early 1990s with the initiation of what is ironically called “terminalisation” by NSE. With it the days of “open outcry” on a trading floor were driven out by computer terminals. The growth hormones switched off for CSE even earlier with the decline of Calcutta (as it was called then) well on the way from the 1960s. Stock exchanges are driven by the blue chips which dominate them and if there is one company which symbolises the decline of CSE, then it is the once respected Hindustan Motors, maker of Ambassador cars. CSE also dug its own grave by the way it operated. Well before the vital signs started showing up, leading brokers became dependent on BSE, beginning their day with queries over what was on the Mumbai brokers’ minds. Besides, the CSE big names were very close to individual promoters and traded heavily in their shares. Insider trading charges were frequent. In the age of mutualisation, when leading brokers effectively ran CSE, governance standards were poor. Demutualisation came in 2007 but that was too late.
Today, all that remains is nostalgia and anecdotes, many of them centring around a legendary bear operator. Every time there was a bull run he would go short, offering the crucial counterparty in whose absence the bulls would run amok. Then when the market would crash, the bulls would be queuing up before him for a reasonable settlement. In the process the big bear created supply and liquidity and acted like a shock absorber. The bigger part of the market, which officially traded for only two hours at midday, was the unofficial kerb trading which literally spilled over onto the streets around the imposing heritage Lyons Range building.
People paid a fortune to get a standing slot just outside of the main gate and a lot of trades were recorded on bits of paper rested on car bonnets. Your word was your bond and no one reneged. Sometimes, it was not even a spoken word but gestures, a great hand signal system that transmitted what was happening within the black box (on the exchange floor) to the world just outside. What will perhaps be missed most is the incomparable street food that thrived around the bourse. If you wanted the best masala chai, kachori and assorted bhujia in town you knew where to go.
