Last week I had another opportunity to visit the operations of a mid-sized Microfinance Institution with about 300,000 borrowers, and this time it was to understand their processes, identify gaps and suggest improvements – a Business Process Reengineering exercise, more or less.
A ridiculously early morning flight, made even more ridiculous by the hour long drive to the airport, and then, post landing, another hour and a half long drive later, we reached Kolar, some 60 kms north-east of Bangalore. Kolar has a very, for lack of a better word, strange landscape. Green agricultural fields are punctured by huge rock formations, sort of like enormous pebbles, stacked on top of each other in a heap. This gives everything else in the surrounding, a miniaturized feeling, like somehow we were on the sets of ‘Honey, I shrunk the kids!’, leaving only the rocks and boulders unshrunk.
We had hired a cab from the airport only to drop us off at Kolar and relied on our clients for arranging our transportation from there on. Not a wise move, yet a lesson we did not learn. Our first stop was to see a center meeting, where the loan repayments are collected, in action at a nearby village. I and my colleague rode as pillion riders on the bikes of the branch staff and sped off for the village. It was only about 9 AM, and the summer sun was just beginning to warm things up.
Thankfully, the nearby village was in fact, nearby and we reached to find a center meeting having just concluded with the MFI staff keeping the borrowers, about 25 women, waiting for our arrival. It is always embarrassing attending such a meeting, as we are treated like the VIPs we know we are not. Confusion abounds amongst the clients as to who and why we were here, so the branch staff announced that we had come from Hyderabad to meet them. Hyderabad, a big enough city, that is far enough, to make the purpose of our visit probably very important in their eyes.
A little surprisingly, all the clients and our accompanying MFI staff could speak Telugu, in spite of us being well within Karnataka. Apparently it is the second language here and most can speak it well. This turned out well for us because my colleague could speak Telugu. So while he interacted with them, I nodded and tried my best to appear serious. I then turned my attention to the MFI staff who could speak broken English and Hindi, and got some of the insights on their processes that we had come there to gather.
With the sun beating down in full force by now, we decided to wrap up our questions quickly and let the clients go on with their daily life. This was a monthly routine for them, having taken loans of about Rs 15,000/- for a year, they assembled together at an appointed date and time, to hand over their monthly installment to the MFI collection officer.
Process-wise, it is a highly efficient system, addressing a critical need for populations that have been severely financially excluded and neglected for decades. I’ll reserve broader comments on the industry as a whole, its business model, its challenges and the lessons that can be drawn from the recent turmoil, for subsequent posts.
After the short ride back to the branch office, we began interviewing their field staff and managers to understand their current processes and identify any issues they were facing. This went on till lunch when we asked them for a good restaurant nearby.
As hospitality, we were offered a bike and directions to the nearest good restaurant, upon reaching which we found that both ‘nearest’ and ‘good’ were terms used loosely. A quick lunch later, back we went, in the scorching sun, to the branch office and continued our quest for field-level insights for our project. The power had gone off, a regular occurrence apparently, and we were forced to use their documents to fan ourselves instead of reading them. Even my USB datacard would not work. By evening, we got ourselves a cab to take us to Bangalore, where we planned to spend the night before heading off very early the next morning to Hosur, to the south-east of Bangalore.
We reached Hosur early enough, but once again made the mistake of sending the cab away and depending on the branch staff to provide us means of travel. They did, and once again it was a pillion seat on a bike, but the difference being that this time, the village we were heading to was 30 kms from the branch. Off we sped away, navigating town traffic, and once we were clear, racing through green fields under an overcast sky. I quite enjoyed the ride, save for the few risky maneuvers pulled off by the guy driving the bike.
We reached the villages finally and these were really remote. They were on the edge of the Karnataka and Tamil Nadu border, and my phone did change networks on the way to inform me I had entered Tamil Nadu. Having reached before a center meeting had begun, we got the opportunity to watch the process from beginning to end, and also spend some time interacting with the clients. One of the ideas we had was implementing a mobile/SMS based system of accounting and tracking. But while around 70% of the villagers had a mobile, almost no one knew how to send or read an SMS. Even the mobile network strength was really poor.

Center meeting near Hosur
After observing another meeting in the same village, we headed back the 30 kms to the branch office, stopping for a much needed breakfast on the way. At the branch office, we observed all the collection officers counting their collections for the day and handing it over to accounting, who would enter the data in their MIS and deposit the money in the bank. Each collection officer brought back bundles of cash ranging from Rs 60,000/- to almost Rs 100,000/-. These amounts they collected and handled daily were well over their annual salaries.
It was time to head back and after a two hour cab ride, we were at Bangalore Airport to catch our flight to Hyderabad.
The juxtaposition of big cities with streets crowded by fancy cars and fancier bars, with remote villages miles away from the highway without access to sufficient water, electricity, schools or healthcare, is a contradiction that India needs to resolve. It also serves to remind me of why I’m doing this.