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WHY I PAY TAX...

I may not agree with the way the government funcions. But it will never deter me from discharging my duties to this country. I came across a short write up “Why Indian don’t pay taxes” in a newspaper. It listed the government’s failure to provide electricity (so they installed inverters), water (so they installed submersible pumps), security (so they engage private security guards), schools (so they send their kids to private schools), hospitals (so they head for private hospitals) and transportation (so they buy their own cars). It just made me wonder who a representative sample would be, who can have this anguish. Evidently not a person from the lower middle class or lower economic class family. It is the semi-elite upper-middle-class and upper-class citizen who lament in this manner. A tax is  “ a compulsory contribution to state revenue, levied by the government on workers' income and business profits, or added to the cost of some goods, services, and transactions,”

FORTUNE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PYRAMID

“Sir, why don’t you buy karpooravalli bananas? They are ripe. Only sixty rupees per dozen,” invited Rajeshwari, the vendor, as I was passing by her cart. “What do I do with a dozen? Leave them to God?” “Same dialogue everyday Sir. Ok, here, take half dozen and give me twenty-five rupees.” I bought them and went into Jeevan Super Market to make some more purchases. I knew Rajeshwari well, as she worked in my house in the morning, washing utensils, brooming and mopping the floors and helping my wife with certain small kitchen chores before leaving for her next assignment. In the evening, she parked her handcart with bananas in front of Jeevan Super Market and vended the fruits. An enterprising woman in her early forties, her elder son was studying engineering, second son in BCA and her was daughter in high school. All of them were studious, receiving state government scholarships. I passed by her cart two days later, again in the evening. She beckoned me, “Sir, try this r

PREGNANCY

“Mummy, why is your stomach so big?” “Because there is a baby inside.” “When will come out?” “In a few days, after we go to Ooty.” “Why Ooty? Why not here?” “Because that is where your grandma is there. She will get the baby safely out with the help of doctors.” “Will I also come with you to Ooty?” “Is it because of the baby you walk slowly?” “Yes.” “Why?” “The baby is sleeping inside. If I walk fast, the baby will wake up and cry, right?” “Yes. You walk slowly.” Guatam gave a kiss to his mother’s tummy. “I love the baby.” Indira hugged her son affectionately. He was in kindergarten; but he was extremely inquisitive, highly reflective and remembered a lot. His family returned to Trichy three months after Suparna was born. Gautam learnt from his mother how to take care of the baby, hygiene, why Suparna threw up sometimes, why the baby’s head was not steady, what burping did to babies, how to put her to sleep and such aspects. He learnt to put his baby sister

EXQUISITE LOCATION

(by R.C.NATARAJAN) “This place is out of this world,” said Anil Mathur to his top executives who had come to his house for an informal dinner and discussions. Seated in the large drawing room, they were enjoying their beer on a summer afternoon, while he was showing them on his iPad the photographs of the place he was referring to. Anil Mathur was a business baron with interest in food products, road transport, shipping, education, structural, construction, real estate and exports. He inherited all these when he was fifteen years old from his father who died of a heart attack. In the next fifteen years, he managed them well to grow his empire noticeably. Recently, Anil acquired a land of about five acres near Lovedale in Ooty district. The location was high on the eastern side of the mountain, covering a cliff on the far side with a breath-taking view of the valley. He had called his executives to brainstorm about how to utilise the land best. Anil       When I went to Coi

X AND Y

In the IPL 2018, after Y overs, Mumbai Indians were XY-0 and the run rate was X.YX. Find X and Y. Miss Malini wrote the sum on the board and asked her 7 th class students to work it out. She settled in her seat, after looking at the next problem to be given when a sweet voice queried. “Ma’am, are we allowed to use our laptops ma’am?” “Sure. Go ahead. You will have to explain your logic in arriving at the answer.” “OK ma’am. Thank you.” Students started vigorously working. A voice said, “Ma’am, are we allowed to use our cell phones? Please ma’am. Only once.” “OK. Go ahead.” She was about to get up from her seat when another voice asked, “Ma’am, may we know against whom Mumbai Indians were playing? Please ma’am.” “Is it relevant?” “May be ma’am. I think so.” “How?” “I’ll explain it in my logic ma’am. Please ma’am.” Miss Malini referred to her notes and said, “It was against KKR.” She then stepped down the stage and inspected what st

Nukkad Paathshala: Education with Rhyme and Reason

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Who is the Prime Minister of India? ..... Big chorus , Narendra Modi ! Who is the Father of the Nation? …. Big chorus again , Gandhiji ! Now comes the tough one.                Who is the Defence Minister of India? ….. Silence; a few mumbled a few names; finally a young child from class IV reluctantly says Nirmala !!! I was stunned. These children DO know. These are children from a study center called Nukkad Paathshala (which translates into “street corner study center”) in a colony for socially deprived sections of the society. Many such colonies exist, which are named as Ambedkar Nagar, Adi Dravidar Colony, MGR Nagar etc., and are normally isolated from the main part of the village. WHAT IS NUKKAD PAATHSHAALA ? Nukkad Paathshala is a coaching-cum-education center that operates in the gully of the colony where the socially and economically deprived sections live in a village. Most of the houses in the colony are either with thatched roof or cover

Rambo: The Salesperson in the Field

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In every organisation, the inefficiencies and the incompetence and indiscretions at the top affect the man at the field the most. The Lords and the Commons Typically, in most organisations, sales-cum-distribution is divested from marketing-cum-branding. In some organisations, those in the former category, tongue-in-cheek, are called the Commons and those in the latter, mostly located at the corporate headquarters, are called the Lords . It is not unusual that the Commons and the Lords do not see eye to eye. The Lords have the blessings of the King , the CEO, and hence enjoy greater power and say in what percolates down the organisational channel. Not atypically, career-growth for a person in the Corporate Office is faster than for his counterpart at the field. This dichotomy is safeguarded, strengthened and reinforced by those who are beneficiaries of this system, and the result is the simmering anger, sometimes sabotage and many times high attrition among those in the field.