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Zero lane discipline.
Absolute chaos on roads.
I stick to the middle lane, and people still try overtaking from the left like it’s normal.
Buses & trucks hog the right lane.
Bikes cruise in the middle.
No rules, no logic, just survival.
This isn’t traffic, it’s a daily gamble.
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
In Parliament today I proposed optional Joint filing of Income Tax Returns for married couples.
Family A
Both spouses earn ₹10 lakh each.
Total household income is ₹20 lakh.
Tax: zero
Family B
One spouse earns ₹20 lakh. The other stays home to raise their child.
Total household income is ₹20 lakh.
Tax: ₹1.92 lakh
The only difference is how the salary is split between the two spouses.
One roof. One kitchen. One household budget. But when tax time comes, the family disappears.
The tax system sees two individuals. A husband and wife become strangers. No clubbing of income or rebates.
In Parliament today I proposed optional joint filing of Income Tax Returns for married couples, so families with uneven incomes are not unfairly penalised. If implemented, then Family A and Family B both will pay Zero Tax.
Science: Hydrogen is extremely inflammable, and it leaks in small volumes from balloons. A lift has static electricity as well as electronic components. Even a tiny spark can result in an explosion.
So why do people buy them? Mostly, they don’t. They are victims of a scam. They think they are buying helium balloons, but vendors instead give hydrogen ones because hydrogen is much cheaper.
Lesson: Buy helium balloons only from reputable vendors.
My car broke down today, so I booked an auto home. It was a brand-new electric one. The driver, Vivek Singh, looked to be in his forties: quiet, focused, the kind of man who keeps to himself.
At a busy red light, a delivery boy pulled up beside us and, eyeing the auto, asked, “Ek charge mein kitna chal jaata hai?”
Vivek started replying in excitement, as if he’d been waiting for that question. “Company 210 bolti hai, lekin 190 hai. Ek charge me poora din nikal jaata hai, chalate jao, chalate jao. 20–25 ride ho jaati hain, charge khatam hi nahi hota.” The delivery boy asked about earnings. He shrugged: “Din ka 3–3.5 hazaar ho jaata hai. Koi ghate ka sauda nahi.”
Signal green. We moved ahead. But the delivery boy was still interested. He started driving next to us and asked, “Kitne me pada?” Vivek said, “Interest mila kar 6 lakh. 13–13 hazar ki 44 kisht hai. 70–80 mahina mai kama leta hu, usme se kisht aaram se nikal jaati hai. Kyu kisi ke yaha 15–20 ki naukri karna?”
The delivery boy laughed and rode off, but now I was curious. I asked, 20–25 ride matlab poora din hi bahar rehte honge. “Subah 8 nikalta hu, raat 10-11 wapas,” he said.
I said, fir aapki life kya rahi. He replied, “Agar kul ko gareebi se bahar nikalna hai to kisi ek peedhi ko apna sukh chhod kar ji-jan se mehnat karni padegi. Ek baar ghar ban jaaye, bachhe kuch ban jaayein, fir jiyenge apni zindagi.” He said that with the same excitement, without any complaint, no gareebi, majboori ka rona.
He dropped me at my stop. I watched him merge into traffic, a quiet man doing what’s expected from a man: providing. While mothers get due love, care, affection, and respect for what they sacrifice for the family, and rightly so, fathers’ sacrifice is generally downplayed as basic duty.
I hope his children grow up to make all this worth it for him. That, at least, is the bare minimum he deserves.