a common man's letter to the finance minister
Yesterday I managed to hack into the mailbook of our Honorable Finance Minister Mr. Pranab Mukherjee. Being the amateur I am, my thumping heart could manage to just lay hands on one e-mail from his inbox. I feel tempted to publish that letter on my blog putting all the proprietary rights and security measures at bay. One reason might be that this man reminded me of our own behenji Mayawati from UP. How!!! If you are from UP then even a mere regular glance at newspapers will give you the hint. For non-UPites, our behenji is busy in making herself immortal (during her own lifetime) by erecting her own statues more than doing anything else for the state. And remember this all dosage of her immortality comes from none other than our own pockets.
So without much ado mera blog shuru kiya jaye.
Sorry, Mr. Mukherjee!! After years of thinking and rethinking I have finally decided that I will not pay my taxes any more. I work day and night, sometimes overtime despite my deteriorating health. I ignore my wife’s pleas to do some life determining tasks so as to attend office at time so as my salary is not deducted. It is a miracle that I defy death daily by surviving my daily commute to the office in the local train (twice a day) so that I can earn the salary which I need so desperately to keep my house functioning.
Then I remember that you leave me with no choice. At the end of the month, your taxman come and snatch away almost 35 rupees of the 100 rupees I earned. I look at those 65 rupees in disbelief tears mounting in my eyes. What else it is other than a form of modern dacoity.
But then I console myself that you need those rupees to build me roads, hospitals, schools, trains and other social services which will make my life worth living in this country. However while holding on to the local train handle on my way home and then on the non-existent road make me wonder where did my money go!!!
It is not me alone who is making this sacrifice, I tell my aching heart.
But the next moment I remember that businessman friend of mine who openly confesses to ‘window dress’ his balance sheet so as to pay the minimum possible taxes, and here I am who did not even have a glimpse of my full 100 rupees earned.
However it is not all that I want to revolt against!!!!
I, heavily relying on the ‘unidentity’ this open letter to you grants me, want to raise serious questions on the way you squander away my hard earned money.
The recent example to raise my ire is your proposed bailout of the Air India. It is a well known fact that those Air India officials were involved in gross mismanagement for years. Despite the fact that they were making losses, they never pruned up their efficiency, maintained their staff at ridiculous levels, paid mammoth salaries flouting government directives. And instead of punishing them, you are protecting them and rewarding them for their efforts in making AI one of the worst Airlines in the world!!!!!
Sorry, Mr. Mukherjee!!!! Please I need my money back. I need it to pay my EMI on the home loan I have taken to secure me a decent livable roof on my head in this city, to get my son admitted to an engineering college, to get my father operated, to get my daughter married, and if that leaves some money then to buy me a car, just a Nano sir, so that my wife will stop insisting that I give her a missed call as soon as I reach office so that she can rest assured for that day that I reached there today apiece!!!!
But, then I remember that you leave me with no choice.
Yours ‘willing to be’ not so obediently
a common man
So without much ado mera blog shuru kiya jaye.
Sorry, Mr. Mukherjee!! After years of thinking and rethinking I have finally decided that I will not pay my taxes any more. I work day and night, sometimes overtime despite my deteriorating health. I ignore my wife’s pleas to do some life determining tasks so as to attend office at time so as my salary is not deducted. It is a miracle that I defy death daily by surviving my daily commute to the office in the local train (twice a day) so that I can earn the salary which I need so desperately to keep my house functioning.
Then I remember that you leave me with no choice. At the end of the month, your taxman come and snatch away almost 35 rupees of the 100 rupees I earned. I look at those 65 rupees in disbelief tears mounting in my eyes. What else it is other than a form of modern dacoity.
But then I console myself that you need those rupees to build me roads, hospitals, schools, trains and other social services which will make my life worth living in this country. However while holding on to the local train handle on my way home and then on the non-existent road make me wonder where did my money go!!!
It is not me alone who is making this sacrifice, I tell my aching heart.
But the next moment I remember that businessman friend of mine who openly confesses to ‘window dress’ his balance sheet so as to pay the minimum possible taxes, and here I am who did not even have a glimpse of my full 100 rupees earned.
However it is not all that I want to revolt against!!!!
I, heavily relying on the ‘unidentity’ this open letter to you grants me, want to raise serious questions on the way you squander away my hard earned money.
The recent example to raise my ire is your proposed bailout of the Air India. It is a well known fact that those Air India officials were involved in gross mismanagement for years. Despite the fact that they were making losses, they never pruned up their efficiency, maintained their staff at ridiculous levels, paid mammoth salaries flouting government directives. And instead of punishing them, you are protecting them and rewarding them for their efforts in making AI one of the worst Airlines in the world!!!!!
Sorry, Mr. Mukherjee!!!! Please I need my money back. I need it to pay my EMI on the home loan I have taken to secure me a decent livable roof on my head in this city, to get my son admitted to an engineering college, to get my father operated, to get my daughter married, and if that leaves some money then to buy me a car, just a Nano sir, so that my wife will stop insisting that I give her a missed call as soon as I reach office so that she can rest assured for that day that I reached there today apiece!!!!
But, then I remember that you leave me with no choice.
Yours ‘willing to be’ not so obediently
a common man
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