Book It!

How Dinesh Dhamija built and sold online travel agency ebookers for £247 million

Dinesh Dhamija

• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Year: 2021
• ISBN:
  9781398427303
• Topic: Business
• Subtopic: Business Biographies
• Index: Business

Entrepreneur, politician and philanthropist Dinesh Dhamija emerged from the recession-hit streets of 1970s West London to create, build and sell ebookers – one of the world's premier travel agencies and a pioneer in the millennial dot.com boom, earning himself a £100 million fortune.
How did this son of an Indian civil servant, with no connections to the travel industry or technical background, end up with one of the most successful internet companies in Europe? How did ebookers withstand the serial catastrophes of the dot.com crash of 2000, the global travel freeze after 9/11 and the disruption of the US invasion of Iraq in 2003, outlasting and out-performing its rivals?
In his candid, buccaneering autobiography, Dhamija looks back to his globe-trotting childhood, his Cambridge University education and the hair-raising, energising, eyepopping rollercoaster ride of his business career. Not content to retire gracefully into anonymity, Dhamija then focused his energies and talents on politics, where his insider tales from Brussels and the Liberal Democrat party expose the looming Brexit disaster.
His insights into philanthropy, investment and entrepreneurship offer a rich diet of advice, observation and storytelling, spiced with anecdote and perceptive details.
Among the outstanding businessmen of his generation, Dinesh Dhamija's life story is one of adventure, risk-taking, ambition and unique achievement across multiple fields.
Prepare to be entertained!

Chapter 1
Early Memories and Education

In June 2000, just after celebrating my 50^th birthday, I was terrified. Unless I raised $45 million within a week, the business I’d spent 20 years building from scratch would collapse. My mind flashed back to childhood tales of my Sikh warrior ancestors being ‘bricked alive’ – sealed into underground rooms until they died. How on earth could I escape?

My life story has been one of frequent close shaves like this, punctuated by times of great fortune and growth. To find out more, read on…

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Dinesh Dhamija at 9 yrs, 1959

India, as we know it today, was just three years old when I was born in 1950. Partition in 1947 had torn the subcontinent apart, especially that area between the Himalayas and the plains of Rajasthan where millions of Hindus and Muslims had lived side by side for centuries, together with the partition of Bengal to create Bangladesh, to the east.

My parents’ families were both from the Punjab, set in the hills above Delhi, where, in the not too distant past, maharajas had built palaces and fortresses to defend themselves from tribesmen and armies invading southwards. While both families were Punjabi, they were from opposite sides of Lahore; my father Jagan Nath Dhamija and his family came from Kamalia, a village near Lyallpur 100 km to the west in Pakistan, and my mother – Devika Sarabjit Singh – was from Kapurthala 100 km to the east, over the present-day border in India.

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My father and Bobby Riggs at Centre Court, Wimbledon in 1939

My father was born to a liberal, middle-class family. His father, my grandfather, was a civil engineer and encouraged him to follow in his footsteps, so he studied for a Bachelor of Science degree at the D. J. Singh College in the 1920s, while the family were living on Manora Island in Karachi. During this time, my father would take long walks along the seashore, developing a love of solitude and introspection, along with a determination to study literature. After taking a Master’s degree in Lahore, he was accepted by Emmanuel College, Cambridge University where he studied English for two years before graduating with a law degree in 1939.

My mother came from an aristocratic, royal family, who had owned vast swathes of the Punjab in the 18^th century. Her ancestors included Jassa Singh, whose Sikh armies conquered cities from Lahore to Kashmir and Kashmir to Delhi; Maharaja Ranjit Singh, who created a unified Sikh state and pushed back the frontiers of the Punjab; and her second cousin was Maharaja Jagatjit Singh of Kapurthala, whose palaces became known as the Paris of the Punjab.

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My mother in 1949, when she got married

My father had had a hectic escape from Pakistan in 1947 on a bullock and cart, with security men to protect him from the threats of violence and theft all around. He told me later about the trains that would rumble through northern India and Pakistan in both directions, full of headless bodies. Indeed partition was a trauma for the whole region. It was imposed by the British, who had outstayed their welcome and felt they had to divide the Muslim and Hindu communities in their wake. In a panic they drew random lines through the east and west of the Himalayas to create West and East Pakistan (later Pakistan and Bangladesh). Despite not experiencing partition itself, I could feel its impact throughout my childhood. Some of my earliest memories are of my father’s mother, who lived with us until she died in 1957 when I was just seven. She would talk about how terrible partition had been, how there were so many refugees who were forced to leave behind all their belongings and property.

(More than 60 years later, when I was a Member of the European Parliament, these memories came back to me. In the 21^st century, more than a million non-Muslims suffered persecution in Pakistan, fleeing to India to escape. And yet India is often portrayed as a villain in this situation. I told fellow MEPs that my own family were refugees from Pakistan and yet were accepted by India – and that it’s best not to criticise those who accept you.)

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Indira Gandhi and Nehru at my parents wedding 1950

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My mother and father, 1967

At the time of my birth my parents were living in Australia where my father was working for the Indian Foreign Service as second in command at the High Commission. Despite being so far from India, I feel that my arrival in the early years of Independence might have felt like a resolution, for them, of the turmoil of partition. Within a couple of years of my arrival, my parents decided to move back to India, and we were soon joined, in early 1952, by my younger brother Sumant.

From the age of four I’d go with my father to Delhi Golf Club. One of the caddies taught me how to play and by the age of five, I was playing nine holes. Delhi Golf Club was extremely popular and it was quite a thing to be a member. Today there are 1,100 members and people are on a waiting list for 30 or 40 years. It was and is like the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC) in England.

Even before I was born, my father had been active at both the Golf Club and the Gymkhana Club; there’s a commemorative photograph of a board meeting in 1949, showing my father among the group who changed the name of the Gymkhana Club from ‘Imperial’ to ‘Delhi’. Most of the board members were English, but since he’d graduated from Cambridge, I guess he was accepted by them. It was certainly a privilege to be a member and it was a tight society – everyone knew each other.

My first school was St Columba’s in Delhi, an all-boys, Christian Brothers foundation, which has produced some remarkable people including the philosopher Deepak Chopra; the CEO of Diageo, Ivan Menezes; and an entrepreneur called Deep Kalra, who founded MakeMyTrip – the most popular Indian online travel agency. Deep and I actually agreed a deal in the 2000s – my company acquired his back-office systems.

My father’s career meant we were soon off again, this time to Mauritius, where, from 1958 to 1960, he worked at the Indian High Commission. I remember very vividly two nights in early 1960, when cyclones swept over the island. Arriving in January, Cyclone Alix was bad enough, with 200 km/h winds that blew down hundreds of homes, but Cyclone Carol, which followed in February, was absolutely terrifying. Water streamed through the ceiling of our wooden house and in the middle of the night we heard a colossal noise. Out on our veranda were huge teak pillars, which had crashed to the ground. We were unharmed, but it was an exceptionally frightening experience. I found out later that it was the worst storm on record at that time, with winds above 250 km/h. It killed 42 people on the island and left thousands homeless.

Other than these storms, Mauritius was a lovely place to live; very relaxed and beautiful, with some of the world’s best beaches. It has a unique mixture of African, Asian (particularly Indian) and European (particularly French) cultures, so the cuisine is fantastic. By the time we left, I could speak fluent French, thanks to the primary school I attended there.

By the age of eight, when we moved to Mauritius, I was a pretty accomplished golfer. I won an under-16 tournament on the island and used to love going to the Dodo course at Vacoas, near Curepipe, up in the central hills. At the time this was just about the only one on the island, whereas today it has many fine courses.

For the next few years, from 1960 to 1967 I went to boarding schools in India while my parents lived overseas and I’d visit them during the school holidays. This meant I studied with some quite privileged Indian boys.

The first of these schools was Mayo College in Ajmer, Rajasthan, a prestigious boarding establishment that modelled itself on an English public school. It was founded in the 19^th century by Lord Mayo, who was Viceroy of India from 1868 to 1872. During his tenure he came to Ajmer and declared that he wanted to set up a college ‘devoted exclusively to the education of the sons of Chiefs, Princes and leading Thakurs [noblemen]’. Indeed, its first pupil, when it opened in 1875, was Raja Mangal Singh, the sixth Maharaja of Alwar. Notable fellow pupils from my day include Vijayender Badnore, who is now the Indian Governor of Punjab, and Indra Sinha, who became a novelist.

Our headmaster was an Englishman called Jack Gibson, who had studied at Cambridge University and taught at several reputable schools. He’d also climbed some of the world’s highest mountains, including Bandarpunch in Uttarakhand, more than 20,700 feet (6,300 metres) high, with Tenzing Norgay. He was an inspiration to us boys as we marched around in the cadet force and played in the sports teams.

My brother Sumant also went to Mayo College. All through my childhood, I was close to him and while we were both at the college we spent our spare time together. Sometimes when we were on holiday from Mayo College, we would go to India Gate in the city to buy ice cream, or to Delhi Golf Club for chips and Libby’s ketchup. Or else we’d play tennis together.

The idea behind Mayo College was not only to provide high academic standards, but to produce ‘men fond of field sports and outdoor exercise’. I played for my house cricket team as an opening batsman, which is a sort of ‘field sport’ I suppose. In any case, it gave me a lifelong love of cricket, like many millions of my fellow Indians, even though I never played a great deal after those teenage years.

I remember being very impressed by a Caribbean player of Indian heritage, Rohan Kanhai, who batted for the West Indies team in the late 1950s and 1960s, just at the time I was striding out at Mayo College on the fields of Rajasthan. In fact, he had made an early impression on me at the age of eight, when he scored 256 for the West Indies against India in Calcutta – the first batsman to make a double century at Eden Gardens. He played alongside some of the great West Indian cricketers like Gary Sobers and Alvin Kallicharran and inspired many later Indian cricketers. ‘Rohan Kanhai is quite simply the greatest batsman I have ever seen,’ Sunil Gavaskar once said. I have to agree. Gavaskar named his own son Rohan, in his honour.

Some of my other favourites were Farokh Engineer, who played for India in the 1960s and then for Lancashire in the 1970s. He was a dashing batsman and a very agile wicketkeeper. And Sachin Tendulkar, the most prolific batsman ever, with his 100 centuries and 10,000 one day international runs. I loved watching his cover drives and meticulous attention to detail.

Of the English players, I particularly remember bowler Derek Underwood. He once took 19 wickets on a wet pitch, where he was almost unplayable. He had a slow, left arm action which mesmerised batsmen and often caught them leg before wicket – Bishan Bedi without the turban. And of today’s players, watching Ben Stokes is just pure pleasure.

During the holidays at Mayo College, I’d travel to Kabul in Afghanistan where my father was Indian Ambassador. He became close to the king at the time, Mohammed Zahir Shah, and to the king’s uncle, Field Marshal Sardar Shah Wali Khan, who was commander-in-chief of the army that captured Kabul in 1929. Shah Wali loved Indian food and would attend dinner parties hosted by my father. Of all the ambassadors, I think my father was able to get closest to the seat of power in Kabul.

The king’s son was a keen tennis player, so my father arranged a tennis tutor for him, but the person he found was no ordinary coach. He’d taught the Indian champion Ramanathan Krishnan – a two-time semi-finalist at Wimbledon, in 1960 and 1961, with a top ranking of world number six. Krishnan was the first Asian player to win the boys’ singles title at Wimbledon and once beat the legendary Rod Laver while playing for India in a Davis Cup match. When he wasn’t busy giving the king’s son tips on his backhand, Krishnan’s coach taught me and my brother to play, which was a tremendous asset to us later in life. What he always emphasised was to use touch, angles and finesse. Other players would try to hit the ball as hard as possible, but he preferred consistency and a good feel for the ball.

My father could call on this coach’s services partly because he, too, was an excellent tennis player. He played for the university while studying at Cambridge and then played at the Wimbledon Championships in 1939, stepping out onto Centre Court to play the number two seed, the American Bobby Riggs, who eventually won the tournament. For our whole family, Wimbledon was a very big deal. For an Indian player to make the tournament was so unusual; once my father played there, he had the feeling he’d be guaranteed a job. He kept on playing at a high standard for many years – indeed, he was in the final of the Mauritius Open Championships when we were there, at the age of about 50, still using touch rather than power.

I think that having studied at Cambridge University and been a competitor at Wimbledon did actually help my father get his first job, in the Royal Indian Navy. He joined just at the start of World War II in 1939 and sailed round the Cape of Good Hope three times. He had some close shaves; a ship sailing just ahead of his exploded and sank, hit by a German U-boat.

A few years later, in his letter of recommendation to the High Commissioner for India, my father’s old tutor at Cambridge, Edward Welbourne, wrote: ‘As a man, he had qualities of judgment, capacities for decision, courage in life, ease in personal encounter, which made him in my opinion admirably fit for Government service, that he was of high character, a man of great self-control, though of energy and ambition.’ He concluded: ‘If it is possible for him to be given an appointment in India, I feel sure he would be found to be a devoted and profitable servant.’ Sure enough, he was appointed to the Indian Political Service in 1944 and was posted to northern India (now Pakistan), to look after the population on the border with Afghanistan. I’m sure this experience was a key reason for his later appointment as Indian Ambassador for Afghanistan.

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Table of contents

• Book It!
• About the Author
• Dedication
• Copyright Information ©
• Acknowledgements
• Introduction
• Chapter 1 Early Memories and Education
• Chapter 2 Cambridge Days
• Chapter 3 Making a Living
• Chapter 4 From a Kiosk to a Continent
• Chapter 5 Going Online
• Chapter 6 Listings and Search Deals
• Chapter 7 Massive Growth and Crashes in the Early 2000s
• Chapter 8 Tecnovate
• Chapter 9 Selling Ebookers
• Chapter 10 Philanthropic Giving and Human Rights
• Chapter 11 My Passion for Golf
• Chapter 12 Investment Strategy
• Chapter 13 Entrepreneurship
• Chapter 14 Entering Politics
• Chapter 15 The Tragedy of Brexit and the impact of COVID-19
• Chapter 16 Passage from India
• Chapter 17 My top 10 Indian Business Leaders
• Conclusion