Monday, August 18, 2025
Second Generation GST Reforms
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Pacific Adventure
Sanskriti and Pranay were enjoying their boat ride
in the Pacific. The blue waters stretched all around them. The only other
object they could make out was a distant yacht. Then they saw a dolphin jump. They
were both very excited; they had seen some dolphins in the distance but this
one was frolicking in the water quite close to them. ‘I did not know dolphins were
so huge’, said Pranay. ‘This is what, 3 metres long?’
‘Something like that’, replied Sanskriti,
tilting her head. She waved and said ‘Hey-lo dolphin!’. Pranay sniggered and
said ‘Hi dolphin, how are you doing, catch any nice fish today?’ while waving
his hand. The dolphin suddenly turned and waved its flipper at them.
The children were amazed. The dolphin came
closer, till it was almost touching the boat and said, ‘Naa! No particularly
nice fish today. I did have two squids in the morning, though. Do you have any fish
for me?’
Both the kids started talking simultaneously:
‘Wow! You can
talk!’
‘Where did
you learn that?’
‘Can all
dolphins talk?’
‘Sorry! We
don’t have any fish.’
‘Do you
have any kids?’
‘We have
some biscuits and chocolates.’
‘Are you
married?’
‘We also have Kurkure.’
‘I don’t eat junk,’ said the dolphin. ‘I
only eat healthy things like fish, shrimps and octopus. That is why I am so fit
and can jump so smoothly’. It jumped over their little boat to make the
point.
‘Wow!’ said Sanskriti. ‘I will also eat only healthy
food from now and learn to jump like this. But I don’t want to eat shrimps and
stuff. I will eat what is healthy for humans.’
‘You are a good kid. But what is this noise?’
The dolphin turned suddenly looking here and there.
Sanskriti raised her eyebrow at Pranay. He
explained that dolphins can hear sounds that humans can’t. Sanskriti
immediately countered, ‘What about you? Can you also hear sounds that humans
can’t?’, and started laughing. Pranay gave a bored, exasperated look. Sanskriti
kept laughing loudly till she saw some things jump out of water into the yacht at
a distance.
‘You kids stay here. This looks ugly,’
the dolphin told them and disappeared beneath the water. The kids could now make
out that some sort of fighting was going on in the yacht. They notice another
boat coming near the yacht. Someone jumps from yacht into the water, dragging
another person with him, and swims to the boat. Fight now breaks out in the
boat and they are both again in the water. Finally, the dolphin knocks out the
attacker while the other person gets back into the yacht.
The dolphin returns to the kids’ boat. ‘What
was all that?’ asked Pranay. The dolphin shrugged its flipper.
‘You are bruised’, noted Sanskriti. Pranay pulled
a bottle out of their first aid kit and poured something over the bruising. ‘What’s
this?’ asked the dolphin. ‘It will help you heal,’ Sanskriti explained. She
noted that while it seemed black initially, the dolphin was actually
bluish-grey in colour.
‘I like you kids’, it said. ‘Have you
ever had a dolphin ride?’
‘We would love that. But we can’t breathe under
water,’ said Sanskriti.
‘Neither can I. That’s why I keep coming
back to the surface. You need to take a deep breath when you surface and hold
it when you are underwater’, replied the dolphin.
Pranay looked at Sanskriti mockingly and said, ‘You
did not know this?’ Sanskriti replied ‘Me first!’ and jumped into the water.
The dolphin stayed still as Sanskriti struggled and finally managed to sit on
the dolphin.
Its skin was smooth and rubbery. Sanskriti had
to lie on her tummy to try to hold its body with her arms and legs. ‘Remember,
take a deep breath when your snout is in the air’, it said. ‘He he he, Sanskriti
has a snout’, laughed Pranay. The dolphin dived.
‘Glug Glug Glug’
The dolphin surfaced.
‘Yehhhhhhhhh!!!’
The dolphin was back in the water.
‘Glug Glug Glug’
followed by
‘Yehhhhhhhhh!!!’
This went on for a few minutes. Then, Sanskriti
dismounted and Pranay sat on the dolphin.
‘Glug Glug Glug’
‘Yehhhhhhhhh!!!’
‘Glug Glug Glug’
‘Yehhhhhhhhh!!!’
‘Glug Glug Glug’
‘Yehhhhhhhhh!!!’
They both had a lot of fun, and the dolphin
enjoyed with them. When the kids were tired, they applied another round of medicine
to the dolphin. It waved its flipper at them and disappeared beneath the water.
They saw it surface near the yacht. ‘It is probably checking on the passenger
it had saved’, they thought.
Happy Birthday
Sanskriti
Lots of love from
Papa
9th
March 2025
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Income Tax Bill: Transitional Provisions
a. Where search is initiated prior to 1.4.2026, the 1961 Act will apply as if the new law had not been enacted. Thus, if search is initiated in March 2026, and the last Panchnama is drawn April 2026, the income of April 2026 till the date of signing will be taxed under the 1961 Act and not the new law.
b. For searches initiated 1.4.2026 onwards, the entire Block Assessment will be governed by the new law. This will be so even though the income of a part of the Block Period was otherwise taxable under the 1961 Act. Since preceding 6 Tax Years are covered under Block Period, the old law will remain relevant till TY 2031-32 for search cases.
Income Tax Bill, 2025: Second Set of Observations
1. Tax Holiday for 1 Year to all?
2. Petty Changes?
3. Unpaid Taxes
4. Indexation for Real Estate
5. No Refund if Return not Filed within Due Date?
6. No addition by CPC on the basis of TDS info
7. Drafting Anomalies
Wednesday, February 12, 2025
New Income Tax Bill: Preliminary Observations
Tuesday, January 28, 2025
Foreign Stock Options and RSUs: ITR & DTAA
Why This is Important
Documents You Will Need
Filling up the ITR
Salary
Capital Gains
Income from Other Sources
Schedule EI: Exempt Income
Schedule FSI: Income outside India and Tax Relief
Schedule TR: Tax Relief
Schedule FA: Foreign Assets
Schedule AL: Assets and Liabilities
Form for DTAA
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Nineteen Years Later: An Alternate Ending
Mr. Vernon Dursley and Mrs. Petunia
Dursley of number four, Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly
normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be
involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with
such nonsense.
Unfortunately for them, ‘such
nonsense’ had a way of creeping into the lives of the Dursleys. You could even
say that much of their life for last three decades had involved dealing with
things that were ‘strange or mysterious’, much to their dislike.
You would think finding a
one-year-old kid on your doorstep was sufficiently strange. In the very least,
they thought it was as strange as it gets, but then things started getting
stranger and mysteriouser. The new kid, Harry Potter, started finding new ways
to make their lives miserable. Initially, it was little things like growing
hair overnight and letting loose a snake on their son Dudley. Then, Harry’s
mysteriously unkempt buddy gave Dudley a tail. No, not a ‘tale’ of monkeys and
crocodiles. A literal pig’s ‘tail’ protruding out of Dudley’s bottom. Soon,
strange and mysterious things were trying to kiss Dudley to death. By the time
Harry told Dursleys that their life was in danger and they should go into
hiding, Dudley was willing to believe him despite his father’s concern that
Harry was just trying to get hold of their house. Thankfully for them, Harry
Potter got on with his life and killed somebody else.
For a while, the Dursleys thought
their life could once again go back to normal, and for a few glorious years (to
them), it was. Dudley got married, and had a son they named Piddly. When he was
two years old, Vernon Dursley threw his grandson in the air hoping to catch him
mid-air. Piddly rose three feet in the air and just remained there. His
grandfather waited for a few seconds before sitting down in his chair in
despair; Piddly immediately fell down and everyone blamed Vernon for being
careless with the kid.
Vernon resolved to live in peace with
the fact that Piddly suffered from the M-word, but his resolved was tested every
day. To his horror, his son Dudley seemed to delight in the child’s
abnormality. He told the kid tales of Uncle Harry, of owl post from a weird
school, and a train from platform nine and three quarters at King’s Cross, how
weird people shouted down their phone and popped out of their fireplace. Vernon
disapproved of Dudley’s enthusiasm for nonsense, but kept his quiet. Meanwhile,
Piddly was getting enamoured with the school named after a wart on a hog where
he would learn how to be weird.
The owl post came, and Piddly danced
the whole day. Two days later, a professor from the Hogwart’s School for Witchcraft
and Wizardry came to explain the muggles all about the school for magic, or at
least as much the muggles could be expected to understand.
Piddly was excited to finally meet
someone from the school; Dudley was nervous, his previous interactions with
wizards had not been particularly good. Piddly’s mother and grandparents were
rather sceptical to begin with, but even they had to admit that for a weird
fellow from a weird school, the professor was conducting himself in a dignified
and courteous manner.
“I am impressed by how relaxed you
are upon hearing about a school for learning magic,” said Professor Neville
Longbottom.
“My cousin went to the school, he
used to live with us, so it is not much of a shock,” replied Dudley.
“Oh! Which year did he graduate? I
might know him.”
“I am not sure he graduated at all,”
roared Vernon. “His cousin Harry was a problem child all along.”
The professor looked at them
quizzically. “Harry?,” he cried, “Did you say Harry? You don’t mean Harry
Potter, do you? Wait, you guys are the muggles Harry Potter grew up with? I
wish Minerva had told me this before she sent me here.”
While Vernon was irritated by the
professor’s reaction, he was not particularly surprised. People suffering from
the M-word never appreciated how much the Dursleys had suffered on account of
Harry Potter. He wanted to lash out at the professor, but stopped when he
noticed the wizard smile as he pull something out of his pocket.
“Your uncle Harry and I were together
at Hogwart’s,” said Neville to Piddly. He looked relaxed, even gleeful. “We
were both in Gryffindor’s House, I am now the head of that House. He was a
naughty kid, he and his friends cost us a lot of points with their nocturnal
roaming. I tried to stop them once but his friend Hermione petrified me.
Petrificus totalus, now that’s a simple yet effective spell.”
Vernon was rapidly losing his comfort
with a man who seemed so happy reminiscing about being petrified with spells.
Neville now held in his hand what looked like a gold coin. Dudley asked him
what it was. The professor explained it was a coin of Dumbledore’s Army and he
was using it to summon Harry Potter.
“What army? You never said you were
in the Army, you said you taught herbs at that place,” Vernon shouted.
The professor opened his mouth to
reply but closed it as he heard the familiar ‘pop’. It was quickly followed by a
second ‘pop’.
*
Harry Potter and Ginny took in the
scene with some confusion. The Dursleys looked at them with bewilderment. The
professor smiled. “I believe some introductions are in order. Piddly, this is
your uncle Harry. And that’s your Aunt Ginny. Harry, this is Piddly, the son of
your beloved cousin. I was just telling him how Hermione petrified me when I
tried to stop you guys from roaming about illegally at night.”
Harry just stared at Neville in
amazement. It was Ginny who spoke. “They are muggles. Why are you telling them
all this? Whatever happened to that International Statute of Wizarding
Secrecy?”
“Why do you think I am here, Ginny?
Just before Hogwart’s is to re-open, why am I sitting here talking to a
ten-year old and his muggle family,” the professor asked Ginny with an
exaggerated innocence. He then turned to Piddly and said as if explaining a
difficult concept to a student, “If you want to understand what the victims of
Petrificus spell look like, why, just look at the expression on your uncle’s
face.”
Harry Potter just stood still for a
few seconds. “No,” he finally said, softly. Then he repeated the ‘no’ with some
excitement in his voice. He looked at Vernon in delight and said a loud ‘no’.
Then, he turned to Petunia, who had been quite all this while. He laughed
loudly and bellowed ‘no’ at the top of his voice. Finally, he turned to Dudley,
who simply said ‘Yes’.
Ginny meanwhile had already seated
herself beside Piddly. “Welcome,” she said to him in a conspiratorial tone,
“Welcome to our world”. Piddly looked delighted. Ginny then added in a slightly
louder voice, “And don’t you believe this man trying to tell you how he was the
good boy trying to stop his naughty friends. He was the worst.”
“What do you mean, ‘I was the worst’?
I was the proverbial good boy. Everyone knows that. And you can ask any
student, I always abide by the rules and I try to be fair to all,” Neville
defended himself, but even Vernon noticed that his voice was already faltering.
“And what would the students today
know about your deeds in the day, Professor?
Would they know about you riding illegally on invisible beasts, breaking into
the Ministry of Magic, and smashing their entire collection of Time-Turners to
smithereens?” Ginny was in her elements now. Neville would soon be regretting
using the coin.
“You were there with me, so was
Harry,” cried Neville, before realising what he was saying.
“I never said I was a good boy. Or
good girl. I wasn’t. But you were the one who pulled the sword out of the hat
and slashed off the head of a snake in front of the whole school.”
“That snake was bad.”
“It hadn’t harmed you. Or anyone you
knew.”
“It had killed Snape.”
“When did you find that out?” asked
Ginny gleefully.
Neville paused to think when he came
to know that the snake had killed Professor Snape. The whole thing was somewhat
fuzzy, but Ginny was correct in guessing that when Neville had killed the
snake, he did not really know anything about it.
“Harry asked me to kill it. ‘Kill the
snake’, that’s what he said to me, you can ask him. Back me up here, Harry.”
“I did,” Harry offered with an easy
laugh. “I told him that if he got the chance, he should kill the snake. Well,
Neville got the chance, and he killed the snake. It was the most exciting
moment of my life, and I have had a few adventures.”
“When do we get to kill snakes with
swords?” Piddly asked with enthusiasm brimming from his voice. “Hopefully,
never,” answered Professor Neville Longbottom.
“Yeah! The school has all cleaned up,”
said Ginny with a wry smile to Piddly. “They don’t hang students with chains
and torture them, so you will miss the dungeons Neville and I were routinely
sent to. As a student, your Professor Neville was leading a low-level mutiny
against the school.”
Piddly looked at Neville with respect
bordering on reverence. Neville felt uncomfortable with the child’s expression
and explained, “Well, that was before Harry and his friends returned to school
and there was a full-fledged war.” He looked again at Piddly and frowned, he
was not sure he had said a smart thing.
Ginny turned to Vernon and said, “You
really don't have anything to worry. My son Fred is in the third year. The
school is all safe now: no one killing unicorns to drink their blood, no
basilisk to kill you with their eyes, no dementors in school, no werewolves, no
dragons to steal eggs from, no kidnapping of students by mermaids, no
professors attacking headmasters, no grave-braking, no tortures.”
Harry laughed. “If you are trying to
assure Uncle Vernon, you are doing a spectacularly bad job.” Ginny laughed too.
Harry turned to Piddly and said, “It’s all good, kid. You are in for seven
years of fun and adventure.”
“I would prefer if you forget all the
stuff they said about me,” said Neville. “I don't want you to be spreading
stories about me in the school.”
“Just stay away from the wicked
influence of this naughty professor here,” said Ginny with a wink. She held Harry
by the elbow and turned, there was a small ‘pop’, and they were gone.
Kangaroo Ride
You know what
happened once? When Tunnu Bhaiya and Tintin were very small, they were
backpacking across Australia. They saw a mumma kangaroo hopping with a tiny
joey in her pouch. Do you know a joey is? Kids of kangaroos are known as joeys.
So the mumma kangaroo hopped away, and as she was hopping, her tiny joey fell
out from the pouch and the mumma kangaroo did not notice it. Tunnu Bhaiya and
Tintin cried, “Hey! Joey fell down! Joey fell down!” but the mumma kangaroo
hopped away.
Tunnu Bhaiya and
Tintin were concerned. They quickly decided what to do. What they decided was
that Tunnu Bhaiya will stay with joey to protect it from wild animals, while
Tintin will run upto mumma kangaroo and tell her what had happened.
So Tunnu Bhaiya
stayed with joey and Tintin ran after mumma kangaroo. She ran and ran, and as
she got closer, she once again cried, “Joey fell down! Joey fell down!”
Finally, mumma
kangaroo noticed that someone was shouting behind her. She stopped. Then she
heard “Joey fell down! Joey fell down”. She looked into her pouch. “What! Joey
fell down!” she said. By then, Tintin reached her. She was panting as she said
“Joey fell down!”
Mumma kangaroo
was scared! “Wild animals will eat my joey”, she said.
Tintin explained
to her, “No, Tunnu Bhaiya is there with joey. Joey is safe”.
“Where is joey”,
asked mumma kangaroo.
“Come”, said
Tintin.
Tintin jogged
back to Tunnu Bhaiya. Tunnu Bhaiya was very happy to see Tintin coming back
with mumma kangaroo following her. When mumma kangaroo reached them, joey
immediately jumped into her pouch and disappeared.
“Thank you so
much”, mumma kangaroo said. “You both are such good kids. I am terrified to
even think of what would have happened if you had not seen joey fall down. If
there is anything I can do for you, do tell me.”
Joey poked with
head out to hear what Tunnu Bhaiya and Tintin would say. The two kids
conferred. Mumma kangaroo and joey watched them whispering animatedly. Finally,
Tunnu Bhaiya and Tintin asked mumma kangaroo if they could have a ride on her
back.
“Sure”, said
mumma kangaroo. But I can’t balance both of you at the same time. I can carry
you one by one.”
So Tunnu Bhaiya
helped Tintin climb on the back of mumma kangaroo. Joey jumped out saying he
will keep Tunnu Bhaiya company and watch. “Hold tight”, mumma kangaroo said.
Then she started hopping.
“WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAAHHH!!!”
“WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAAH!”
“WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAH!”
Tintin wheeeeeeed
every time mumma kangaroo was in the air and aaahed every time she landed. Tunnu
Bhaiya and joey laughed.
When mumma
kangaroo reached back, Tintin came down and took joey from Tunnu Bhaiya. Tunnu
Bhaiya climbed now.
“WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAAHHH!!!”
“WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAAH!”
“WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“AAH!”
“Why is he doing
wheeeee and aaah like this”, Tintin asked joey. Joey said, “You were also doing
like this only”. Both of them giggled.
When Tunnu Bhaiya
jumped down, joey quickly hopped back into his pouch. Tunnu Bhaiya and Tintin
thanked mumma kangaroo for the ride, mumma kangaroo thanked them again for
helping her out, they waved goodbye to joey who waved back. Both Tunnu Bhaiya
and Tintin felt it was the best ride they had ever ride. They would remember it
forever.
Saturday, January 11, 2025
The Story of the Mela
A long time ago, two sadhus prayed and bathed at the confluence of the rivers Ganga and Yamuna. They were brothers, Kumbh and Nikumbh. They were learned men, revered by all.
The brothers had decided to go into meditation:
The elder brother Kumbh would travel to the Himalayas while Nikumbh would retreat
by the sea into the ancient temple of the Sun. As they parted, they decided to meet again at
the confluence of the holy rivers in the future, and share their experiences.
“It would take me a few months to reach my
chosen spot in the Himalayas, a few years to meditate, and then a few months to
come back here. When Jupiter returns to its current position travelling through
the 12 groups of stars, we too shall return”, said Kumbh.
“We will instruct and learn from each
other, and our learnings will be a blessing to the world. If you do not find me
here, you must assume the worst, because there is no way I will break my word
to my dear brother.”
Nikumbh promised Kumbh to meet him at the
agreed time. “If poor health prevents me from coming back, I shall send word”, he
said. They departed from the confluence, walking along the banks of Ganga, to
their respective destinations.
On the fourth day of his travel, Nikumbh
reached Banaras and stayed at an ashram where students learnt and recited the Vedas.
The sadhus and the students welcomed Nikumbh with the respect due to a learned
man. They asked him to tell them tales of yore that carried the wisdom of their
ancestors. Nikumbha told them the story of a little kid who rejected all
temptations and insisted that the God of Death tell him what happens after
death.
Even as he spoke, Nikumbh was struck by realization
of his own mortality – how could he know what would happen by the time Jupiter
returned to its spot, for the distant planet takes 4,333 days to travel through
the 12 constellations! Who knew when the God of Death would pull a little
string and snatch his soul away? What did a God on a buffalo care about
promises made by men?
Nikumbh was not afraid of death, he was
afraid of disappointing his brother Kumbh. If he did not return, would his dear
brother think that he had forgotten his promise?
He spoke aloud his fears. The eldest of the
sadhus replied, “No one knows what would happen in the time Jupiter completes a
cycle, and no one knows what would happen tomorrow. You do not know if you will
live long enough to keep your promise, and I do know if I will live long enough
to complete this sentence.”
“I cannot rid you of your fears, but I will
assure you of this: when Jupiter returns to the Bull, some disciples from our
Ashram will travel to the holiest of confluences and seek out Kumbh. If they
find him, they will inform your learned brother how you remembered him and the pact.
They will take a dip at the spot where the waters of the two great rivers meet,
just as you did before you bid goodbye to your brother.”
Greatly relieved by these words of sadhu, Nikumbh
continued on his journey. He visited several ashrams, mathhs and temples and
met many sadhus and priests, and they all offered to carry his words to his
brother Kumbh in the year Jupiter retuned to the Bull. He left the banks of Ganga,
he walked through dense forests, he climbed up steep hills, he climbed down
deep ravines, he waded through water one day, he strode without water on another,
he travelled through grasslands, he walked in meadows full of flowers, he trudged
through abandoned villages by dry rivers, he bypassed teeming towns near
gushing rivers, he walked, he walked, he walked till he reached the derelict temple
of the Sun. There, he sat down with his legs crossed, and meditated.
Meanwhile, his elder brother Kumbh travelled
along the Ganga travelling through the towns of Kannauj and Haridwar to reach
the Shivaliks. He told the sadhus of these places ancient stories of the kid
who did not know his father but grew to know the ultimate truth, of the golden
womb that created everything, the proud king of gods who changed his form for a
man’s wife, and of the two sages of yore who discussed the number of gods. He told
them about his brother and they offered to travel to the city of confluence in
the year Jupiter returned to the Bull, to tell Nikumbh that Kumbh remembered
his promise and to take the holy bathe that is salvation to the soul.
Kumbh continued on his journey through the Shivaliks,
into ever-higher mountains of Himalayas, till he saw an ice-cave shaped like a
cow’s mouth from which the sacred water gushed out. There, he sat down with his
legs crossed, and meditated.
Twelve years passed, and Jupiter having completed
a cycle, was back amidst the group of stars that together look like a bull to
some people. The sadhus and disciples reached the confluence, some carrying the
message of Kumbh, and others seeking Kumbh, and all bathing in the holy waters.
Seeing so many learned men in one place,
the kings joined them in taking a dip, and then the ministers and the traders
and the goldsmiths and the blacksmiths, the cobblers and the barbers, the
horsemen and cow-herders, the farmers and the potters, they all gathered there
and took a dip in the holy waters. This was the first Mela.
The kings asked the sadhus the reason for what they were doing. The sadhus replied they were there for Kumbh since Jupiter had returned to its spot in the Bull and they had bathed in the confluence because they believed that a dip in the holy waters absolved them of all sins of this life and of lives past. And since then, every time Jupiter completes a cycle, people gather at the confluence for Kumbh and to bathe in the holy waters. If you ask them, they will tell you that it is a tradition so old that nobody knows how it started. But now you know.