A Fantastic Proposal

What is “Arthakranti Proposal” & who has given the proposal ?

“Arthakranti Proposal” has been given by a Pune (Maharashtra) based “Arthakranti Sansthan” which is an Economic Advisory body constituted by a group of Chartered Accountants and Engineers. This funda has been patented by the Sansthan.

Arthakranti Proposal is an effective and guaranteed solution of Black Money Generation, Price rise & Inflation, Corruption, Fiscal Deficit, Unemployment, Ransom, GDP & industrial growth, terrorism and good governance.

What is in the Proposal ?

“Arthakranti Proposal has 5 point of actions simultaneously.

(1) Scrap all 56 Taxes including income tax excluding import duty.

(2) Recall & scrap high denomination currencies of 1000, 500 and 100 rupees.

(3) All high value transaction to be made only through banking system like cheque, DD, online, electronic.

(4) Fix limit of cash transaction and no taxing on cash transaction.

(5) For Govt. revenue collection introduce single point tax system through banking system –“Banking Transaction Tax (2% to 0.7%) on only Credit Amount

Important Points to note:

(1) As on today total banking transaction is more than 2.7 lakh crores per day say more than 800 lakh crores annually.

(2) Less than 20% transaction is made through banking system as on today and more than 80% transaction made in cash only, which is not traceable.

(3) 78% of Indian population spend less than 20/- rupees daily why they need 1000/- rupee note.

What will happen if All 56Taxes including income tax scrapped :

(1) Salaried people will bring home more money which will increase purchasing power of the family.

(2) All commodities including Petrol, Diesel, FMCG will become cheaper by 35% to 52% .

(3) No question of Tax evasion so no black money generation.

(4) Business sector will get boosted. So self employment.

What will happen if 1000/ 500/ 100 Rupees currency notes recalled and scrapped  :

(1) Corruption through cash will stopped 100% .

(2) Black money will be either converted to white or will vanish as billions of 1000/500/100 currency notes hidden in bags without use will become simple pieces of papers.

(3) Unaccounted hidden huge cash is skyrocketing the prices of properties, land, houses, jewellery etc and hard earned money is loosing its value; this trend will stop immediately.

(4) Kidnapping & ransom, “Supari killing” will stop.

(5) Terrorism supported by cash transaction will stop.

(6) Cannot buy high value property in cash showing very less registry prices.

(7) Circulation of “Fake Currency” will stop because fake currency printing for less value notes will not be viable.

What will happen when Banking Transaction Tax (2% to 0.7%) is implemented :

(1) As on today if BTT is implemented govt can fetch 800 x 2% = 16 lakh crore where as current taxing system is generating less than 14 lakh crore revenue.

(2)When 50% of total transaction will be covered by BTT sizing 2000 to 2500 lakh crores, Govt will need to fix BTT as low as 1% to 0.7% and this will boost again banking transaction many fold.

(3) No separate machinery like income tax department will be needed and tax amount will directly deposited in State/Central/District administration account immediately.

(4) As transaction tax amount will be very less, public will prefer it instead paying huge amount against directly/indirectly 56 taxes.

(5) There will be no tax evasion and govt will get huge revenue for development and employment generation.

(6) For any special revenue for special projects, govt can slightly raise BTT say from 1% to 1.2% and this 0.2% increase will generate 4,00,000 crores additional fund..

Effect of “Arthakranti Proposal” if implemented today :

(01)Prices of all things will come down

(02)Salaried people will get more cash in hand

(03)Purchasing power of Society will increase

(04)Demand will boost, so will production and industrialisation and ultimately more employment opportunity for youth

(05) Surplus revenue to the govt for effective health/ education/ infrastructure/ security/ social works.

(06) Cheaper and easy loans from banks, interest rate will come down.

(07) Tendency of society will changes from scarcity to quantity.

(08) Spare money for political system for clean politics,

(09) Prices of land/ property will come down,

(10) No need to export beef to cover up trade deficit

(11) Sufficient fund for research and development.

(12) Society will be free from “Bad elements”. 

At the end of the day become an officer first (Butler in public)

Butler in Public
By Lt Col S. Riaz Jafri (Retd.) 
Westridge, Rawalpindi

During the recent swearing-in ceremonies of the PM and others being televised live, I noticed a senior army officer pushing the chair for a dignitary, which took me back to an event in1954. Allow me to narrate it in some details.

It was the first re-union of the Corps of Pakistan Signals in March 1954 and the finals of the Inter Regimental Hockey were being played at the GHQ Signals Regiment Rawalpindi hockey ground. General Muhammad Ayub, then the C-in-C of Pakistan Army, was the chief guest. It was customary then, and it may be the practice is still in vogue now, to detail a local ADC from the unit for the visiting General as the unit officer was expected to be better informed of the local environs than the General’s actual ADC. I, a Second Lieutenant, was detailed to perform this onerous task and was introduced to the General on his arrival by our then Director of Signals, Brig. Zaman Janjua (an uncle and godfather of Asif Nawaz Janjua, later General and the COAS of Pakistan Army). I felt heavy over my shoulders for the task assigned to me but at the same time was looking forward excitedly to the best part of the job - to ride in the Chief’s car after the match, sitting in the rear all by myself, and directing the chauffeur to take it to the JCOs’ mess where the General accompanied by the officers was to take a short cut on foot for addressing a Durbar and later attend the Bara Khana there. During the match I was seated immediately behind the General in the second row on an upright chair while the Brig. was sitting next to him on the sofa. After a while General turned his head half back towards me and asked for the cigarette. (For security reasons Cs-in-C did not smoke others’ cigarettes). I cranked my body rearwards and signaled the Chief’s big moustachioed and turbaned chauffeur for the cigarettes, raising my two fingers motioning for a smoke. He immediately produced a States Express Triple Nine (999) tin and the General taking a cigarette lighted it with his Ronson lighter. I felt pleased for having performed my first task efficiently and reasonably well. 

During the interval a mess waiter brought the tea for the General – a simple cup of tea and a few biscuits. While the General was helping himself with a drop of milk and half a spoon of sugar, I, without even getting up from the chair stretched myself a little forward and pushed the coffee table by the side of the General closer to him to place the teacup on it. The match came to the end and the General was chatting affably with the players when Brig. Zaman started slowly closing in upon me. With a menacing look in his eyes, clenched teeth and in a low voice so that others around do not hear but certainly in a harsh tone, he chastised me stern and straight there, “Since when have you started behaving like a butler in public?”. “Beg your pardon, Sir?” I stammered. I did not have the foggiest idea of what I had done.

“Don’t push the table yourself. Ask someone around to do it. You are an officer and behave like one.” Having scolded me well and proper he melted away, leaving me aghast. Oh my God – that was some dressing down. I forgot all about the prestigious ride in the Chief’s limo – in fact I did not have the heart to ride in it anymore. I asked someone to explain the route to the driver and trailed behind the others towards the JCOs’ Mess.

That evening we had the Corps Reunion Dinner in the Signals Officers’ Central Mess, Rawalpindi. General Ayub was the Chief Guest and in his usual best. The Army’s entire top brass was there and so were many young and senior Signals Officers. Cold drinks were being served before the dinner and everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. Only I had not recovered from the reprove of the evening and was mulling over it quietly in a corner with other subalterns. Suddenly, I noticed Brig. Zaman, glass in hand, weaving through the maze of officers as if looking for someone and lo; sure he smiled as he spotted me. Seeing him making for me I lunged forward and wished him ‘Good Evening, Sir’. Putting his arm round me he pressed it lightly and patting me on the back affectionately said, “Jaff, look after your guest (the General). Do anything you wish here. This is your home and you are the host. Go and get him a drink”. The Brigadier was clearly compensating for the reprove he had administered to a subaltern earlier that evening.

Oh! Blessed be the Lord, he didn’t have to do it. But, how thoughtful, how fatherly, how magnificently compassionate of him?! Second Lieutenant Jafri was immediately his old jovial self and part of the crowd. The Brigadier had salvaged the spirits of a young officer.

Time marches on. In comes January 1970. Preparations to stage the annual Horse & Cattle Show at the Fortress Stadium Lahore are near completion. General Amir Abdullah Khan Niazi is holding one of his daily adm conferences for the final fine tuning of the event. The Shah of Iran was to be the Chief Guest at the Opening Ceremony. “Who will present the Shah with the scissors in the platter to cut the ribbon?”, asks the General. All present look expectantly towards him for the honor. “Who else deserves it more than the person who has worked so hard to make this show a success ?” and then with a poignant pause, he announces, “ CO Signal Battalion”. There is a thunderous applause from all. But lo and behold, Lieutenant Colonel Riaz Jafri rises somberly and says impassively, “Sir, I am sorry, I cannot do it”. There is a hush. Everyone is wonder struck at such a response. “But why, oh Shah Jee, why?”, asks General Niazi. (Niazi used to address Col. Jafri as Shah Jee at times). “Because, Sir, I cannot be a butler in public!” Replied Colonel Jafri calmly. Somewhere deep down in him Second Lieutenant Jafri had spoken out.

And, up above in the heavens. Brig. Zaman nodded his approval with an understanding smile. May he keep smiling ever there in the heavens. Ameen.

For young offrs only 
Pl read the above from the pakistani army , for everyone to emulate , have the balls to say no to the chu#@##@#@ , Either u will become CO or go to the MCO but at the end of the day become an Officer

कोर्ट मार्शल

कोर्ट मार्शल

आर्मी कोर्ट रूम में आज एक केस
अनोखा अड़ा था
छाती तान अफसरों के आगे फौजी बलवान खड़ा था

बिन हुक्म बलवान तूने ये कदम कैसे
उठा लिया
किससे पूछ उस रात तू दुश्मन की सीमा में जा लिया

बलवान बोला सर जी ! ये बताओ
कि वो किस से पूछ के आये थे
सोये फौजियों के सिर काटने
का फरमान,कोन से बाप से लाये थे..

बलवान का जवाब में सवाल दागना अफसरों को पसंद नही आया..
और बीच वाले अफसर ने लिखने के लिए जल्दी से पेन उठाया..

एक बोला बलवान हमें ऊपर जवाब देना है..
और तेरे काटे हुए सिर का पूरा हिसाब देना है..

तेरी इस करतूत ने हमारी नाक कटवा दी..
अंतरास्ट्रीय बिरादरी में तूने थू थू
करवा दी..

बलवान खून का कड़वा घूंट पी के रह गया..
आँख में आया आंसू भीतर को ही बह गया..

बोला साहब जी! अगर कोई
आपकी माँ की इज्जत लूटता हो
आपकी बहन बेटी या पत्नी को सरेआम मारता कूटता हो..
तो आप पहले अपने बाप का हुकमनामा लाओगे??
या फिर अपने घर की लुटती इज्जत खुद बचाओगे??

अफसर नीचे झाँकने लगा
एक ही जगह पर ताकने लगा!!

बलवान बोला साहब जी ! गाँव का ग्वार हूँ बस इतना जानता हूँ
कौन कहाँ है देश का दुश्मन सरहद पे
खड़ा खड़ा पहचानता हूँ..

सीधा सा आदमी हूँ साहब ! मै कोई
आंधी नहीं हूँ
थप्पड़ खा गाल आगे कर दूँ मै
वो गांधी नहीं हूँ!!

अगर सरहद पे खड़े होकर गोली न चलाने की मुनादी है
तो फिर साहब जी ! माफ़ करना ये काहे की आजादी है

सुनों साहब जी..सरहद पे जब जब
भी छिड़ी लडाई है..
भारत माँ दुश्मन से नही आप जैसों से हारती आई है..

वोटों की राजनीति साहब जी लोकतंत्र का मैल है..
और भारतीय सेना इस राजनीति की रखैल है..

ये क्या हुकम देंगे हमें जो खुद
ही भिखारी हैं..
किन्नर है सारे के सारे न कोई नर है न नारी है..

ज्यादा कुछ कहूँ तो साहब जी..दोनों हाथ जोड़ के माफ़ी है
दुश्मन का पेशाब निकालने को तो हमारी आँख ही काफी है..

और साहब जी एक बात बताओ..
वर्तमान से थोडा सा पीछे जाओ..

कारगिल में जब मैंने अपना पंजाब
वाला यार जसवंत खोया था
आप गवाह हो साहब जी उस वक्त मै बिल्कुल भी नहीं रोया था..

खुद उसके शरीर को उसके गाँव जाकर मै उतार कर आया था..
उसके दोनों बच्चों के सिर साहब जी मै पुचकार कर आया था..

पर उस दिन रोया मै जब उसकी घरवाली होंसला छोड़ती दिखी..
और लघु सचिवालय में वो चपरासी के हाथ पांव जोड़ती दिखी..

आग लग गयी साहब जी दिल किया कि सबके छक्के छुड़ा दूँ
चपरासी और उस चरित्रहीन अफसर को मै गोली से उड़ा दूँ..

एक लाख की आस में भाभी आज भी धक्के खाती है..
दो मासूमो की चमड़ी धूप में यूँही झुलसी जाती है..

और साहब जी..
शहीद जोगिन्दर
को तो नहीं भूले होंगे आप
घर में जवान बहन थी जिसकी और
अँधा था जिसका बाप
अब बाप हर रोज लड़की को कमरे में बंद करके आता है..

और स्टेशन पर एक रूपये के लिए जोर से चिल्लाता है..

पता नही कितने जोगिन्दर जसवंत यूँ
अपनी जान गवांते हैं..
और उनके परिजन मासूम बच्चे यूँ दर दर की ठोकरें खाते हैं..

भरे गले से तीसरा अफसर बोला बात को और ज्यादा न बढाओ..
उस रात क्या- क्या हुआ था.. बस
यही अपनी सफाई में बताओ..

भरी आँखों से हँसते हुए बलवान बोलने लगा..
उसका हर बोल सबके कलेजों को छोलने लगा..

साहब जी...उस हमले की रात
हमने सन्देश भेजे लगातार सात
हर बार की तरह कोई जवाब नही आया..
दो जवान मारे गए पर कोई हिसाब
नही आया..

चौंकी पे जमे जवान लगातार गोलीबारी में मारे जा रहे थे..
और हम दुश्मन से नहीं अपने हेडक्वार्टर से हारे जा रहे थे..

फिर दुश्मन के हाथ में कटार देख मेरा सिर चकरा गया..
गुरमेल का कटा हुआ सिर जब दुश्मन के हाथ में आ गया..

फेंक दिया ट्रांसमीटर मैंने और कुछ भी सूझ नहीं आई थी
बिन आदेश के पहली मर्तबा सर...मैंने बन्दूक उठाई थी..

गुरमेल का सिर लिए दुश्मन रेखा पार कर गया
पीछे पीछे मै भी अपने पांव उसकी धरती पे धर गया

पर वापिस हार का मुँह देख के न आया हूँ
वो एक काट कर ले गए थे मै दो काटकर लाया हूँ

इस ब्यान का कोर्ट में न जाने कैसा असर गया
पूरे ही कमरे में एक सन्नाटा सा पसर गया

पूरे का पूरा माहौल बस एक ही सवाल में खो रहा था
कि कोर्ट मार्शल फौजी का था या पूरे देश का हो रहा था????????

you didn't earn the right

Copied from an email received.Thanks for this:-)

This is a true story. But it relates to USA. I wonder and wish if we have a Martha Cothren in India too. 

In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a History teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks in her classroom. When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks. 'Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?'
She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'

They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.' 'No,' she said.

'Maybe it's our behavior.' She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'

And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon television news crews had started gathering at the school to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom. Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'

At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.

Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. They went halfway around the world, giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so you could have the freedom you have. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it.'

By the way, this is a true story. And this teacher was awarded Veterans of Foreign Wars Teacher of the Year for the State of Arkansas in 2006. She is the daughter of a WWII POW.

Do you think this email is worth passing along so others won't forget either, that the freedoms we have in this great country were earned by our Veterans?

Let us always remember the men and women of our military
and the rights they have won for us.