30+ artists including me were summoned by authorities for being on Latent.
The whole comedy fraternity took a hit because of how stupid you’re. Shows were canceled, Venues pulled out, Judgements made, the pathetic shadow of your stupidity still continues to make lives of funny comedians difficult. You didn’t even care to understand that side.
Stop pretending to be the nice guy you’re not. Take your cheque’s,
lower your gaze & be very ashamed.
You’re a contraceptive for creativity,
stop milking this & go back to what you do best which is being a hurdle for upward social change while FraudCasting & clout chasing…
Selling 3 tickets to @Daniel_Sloss's new show happening in Delhi happening on 18th September. Price: 4100.
Reason for selling: Bought more than needed.
When I was broke, she was there.
Not judging. Not asking for upfront fees. Just there, in my inbox, reminding me that even broke people have to file taxes.
Back then, I’d stare at those emails and think, “What taxes? I made ₹12,000 last month.” But she persisted. Gentle. Professional. Like she knew something I didn’t.
The family accountant was a different story. Uncle’s friend’s brother who’d been doing our taxes since the 90s. Ledger books. Carbon paper. The works. But when you’re building something new, when you’re trying to move fast, some bridges have to be burned.
That conversation with Dad wasn’t easy.
“Why fix what isn’t broken?”
Because broken isn’t always obvious, I wanted to say. Because the income tax portal crashes at midnight and Uncle’s guy doesn’t answer WhatsApp on weekends.
(He still asks about me at weddings. “How’s your son’s tax situation?” Like I dumped him for someone younger and prettier.)
Then came the portal struggles. The endless captchas. The session timeouts right when you’re about to hit submit. The forms that auto-save everything except the thing you actually filled. The site that crashes every July 31st at 11:58 PM like clockwork.
Logging in six times. Password reset emails that never arrive. “Your session has expired” when you’ve been active for exactly 47 seconds.
She understood.
Every email felt like she’d been watching me struggle through that government website at 2 AM. Like she knew exactly when I’d need her most.
More reliable than my dating life. Never left me on read. Never asked “what are we?” Just showed up, consistently.
When the money started coming, her tone didn’t change. No sudden urgency. No premium upsells. Just the same reliable presence she’d always been.
Jobs changed. Relationships ended. The economy tanked twice. Startups died. Friends moved cities.
But there she was. Every quarter. Every deadline. Every single time.
Years passed. My tax situation got complicated. Multiple income sources. Investments. Capital gains. The kind of problems that are good problems to have.
She evolved with me.
What started as simple reminders became sophisticated guidance. She learned my patterns, my deadlines, my tendency to procrastinate until the last week of July.
Some relationships are transactional. Some are transformational.
The best ones are both.
They show up consistently, especially when you can’t pay them back. They stick around when you grow beyond them. They celebrate your wins without claiming credit.
They’re there when you’re broke, and they’re there when you’re not.
That’s rare. That’s valuable. That’s the kind of relationship that deserves recognition.
So here’s to the one who’s been sending me emails for seven years. Through lean times and plenty. Through tax season stress and post-filing relief.
Here’s to Neha from ClearTax.
It makes me sooooo happy that health and wellness are now mainstream interests and it is so normal to keep your protein up and lift weights and play sport 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰