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Dhirubhai Ambani had made it through the political travails of 1989~90 and was<br />

unabashed-and certainly not strapped for cash or friends.<br />

It was fattening to be there and to have a Reliance public relations manager take me<br />

up to meet the Ambanis- flattening, within a month of arriving in India, to meet the<br />

country’s fastest moving, most controversial tycoon. An interview was promised<br />

shortly, once the festivities were over. An early cover story was clearly a possibility,<br />

an antidote to the gloomy political news out of Delhi. It would help my standing at<br />

the Far Eastern Economic Review if India was an upbeat business story and I was<br />

right on to it.<br />

That of course was the desired effect. Reliance was desperate to raise funds for<br />

expansion and was looking to foreign sources, so some image-building in a<br />

prestigious magazine was highly useful. A newcomer to India would be more inclined<br />

to play down the controversies and look at the company’s prospects.<br />

<strong>The</strong> interview, when it took place a month or so later, was stimulating. Dhirubhai<br />

Ambani came limping around a huge desk when I was ushered to a sofa and greeted<br />

me warmly. Despite the obvious effects of a stroke in a twisted right hand, his<br />

mahogany skin was smooth and healthy, his hair plentiful and slicked back decisively<br />

in a duck’s tail. His attention was unwavering. Disarmingly, Dhirubhai admitted to<br />

many of the youthful episodes that were the subject of rumour, and responded<br />

evenly when I raised some of the criticisms commonly leveled against him. He didn’t<br />

mind people calling him an ‘upstart’s or even worse names. It just meant they were<br />

trapped in their complacency while he was racing ahead. But the disputes were now<br />

‘history’s and the former critics were now all his ‘good friend’s buying their polyester<br />

and raw materials from him.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> orbit goes on changing,’s he declared airily. ‘Nobody is a permanent friend,<br />

nobody is a permanent enemy. Everybody has his own self-interest. Once you<br />

recognise that, everybody would be better off.’ However, Ambani did point to an<br />

unfortunate trait in his countrymen. ‘You must know that, in this country, people are<br />

very jealous.’ It was not like in Hong Kong or other East Asian countries, where<br />

people applauded each other’s success, he claimed. In India success was seen as the<br />

prerogative of certain families. But he didn’t really mind. ‘Jealousy is a mark of<br />

respect, he said.<br />

<strong>The</strong> interview resulted in a cover story for the Far Eastern Economic Review which<br />

portrayed Ambani as the business underdog trying to break through the<br />

government’s red tape and the prejudices of a tired Bombay business establishment.<br />

Naturally enough, Ambani and his PR men were pleased. His one quibble, I was told,<br />

had been my pointing out some glossed-over problem areas in the Reliance annual<br />

reports, which had been put in the notes to the accounts, fine-print areas that only<br />

the professional analysts re-ally read. <strong>The</strong> comments were true enough, but they<br />

made it look as though Reliance was unusual among Indian companies in these<br />

practices.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Reliance public relations office continued to be attentive, supplying advance<br />

notice of newsworthy events. At one point later in 1991, there was another glimpse<br />

of Dhirubhai Ambani’s energetic mind. His Delhi office passed on a request for<br />

information about Indonesia’s engagement in the late 1980s of the Swiss cargo<br />

clearance from Societe Generale de Surveillance (SGS) to administer its imports and<br />

exports, thereby sidelining the country’s notoriously corrupt customs service for

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