Who says India is poor? Our politicians are certainly not!

NEW DELHI: Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Mayawati is growing richer by the year. Last year, her income was estimated at an impressive Rs 52 crore, while she has already grossed Rs 60 crore and is expected to close the fiscal with an even bigger kitty.

Till the December quarter, the Dalit leader had paid Rs 15 crore advance tax. At 33% income tax slab, this works out to an income of around Rs 45 crore. If the trend continues between December 15, when the last instalment of advance tax was paid, and March 31, 2008, she could end the year with an income of Rs 60 crore.

Indeed, if the turnout at her January 15 birthday bash is any indication, she could close the year with a much higher income. BSP chief has attributed her remarkable financial rise to 'gifts' from her generous supporters.

Based on her Rs 9.7 crore payout on December 15, Mayawati was already ranked 18th in the all-India individual taxpayers category, a remarkable rise for the former government schoolteacher. And based on her payments till December, which amounted to Rs 15 crore, she was placed 19th.

She is ranked a few notches below Bollywood star Shah Rukh Khan in the advance tax list. Not only is Mayawati's income more than that of any politician, she ranks higher than the Ambani brothers, Birlas, Bachchans, Ratan Tata and Infosys' Nandan Nilekani.
Kumaramangalam Birla trails the Dalit leader, at 57th place, while the richest cricketer, 'Master Blaster' Tendulkar is a distant 85th. Aamir Khan is placed even farther, at a not-so-impressive 123rd.

Mayawati's explanation about the turnaround in her fortunes may appear a fairy tale to many, but was accepted last year by the Income Tax Appellate Tribunal which legitimized her claim. The script is likely to remain the same this year as well. More so, she is in power now.

Though the finance ministry usually does not get into proving the source of income of individuals, it has in Mayawati's case, as in many other instances earlier, shown its readiness to examine the veracity of her claim.

Mayawati in her statements before the taxmen and to the CBI, which is investigating her in a disproportionate assets case, had claimed that her supporters had given her large amounts of cash and pledged their personal properties out of "love and affection" and for the welfare of the downtrodden and the Dalits.
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Woh Dekho Software Engineer Jaa Raha Hai!!

I might be late in posting this here but I got an email with this beautiful poetry. Software Engineer ki Kavita!!

"Wo Dekho Software Engineer Jaa Raha Hai"
(A Tribute To All Software Engineers !!! )


Apne Project Ke Bojh Tale Daba Jaa Raha Hai,
Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,


Zindagi Se Hara Hua Hai, Par "Bugs" Se Haar Nahi Manata,
Apne Application Ki Ek Ek Line Ise Rati Hui Hai,


Par Aaj Kaun Se Rang Ke Moje Pehne Hain , Ye Nahi Janata,
Din Par Din Ek Excel File Banata Ja Raha Hai

Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,


Das Hazaar Line Ke Code Main Error Dhoond Lete Hain Lekin, Majboor Dost Ki Ankhon Ki Nami Dikhayi Nahi Deti,

Pc Pe Hazaar Windows Khuli Hain,
Par Dil Ki Khidki Pe Koi Dastak Sunayi Nahi Deti,
Satuday-Sunday Nahata Nahi,
Week Days Ko Naha Raha Hai,


Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,
Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,

Coding Karte Karte Pata Hi Nahi Chala,
Bugs Ki Priority Kab Maa-Baap Se High Ho Gayi,
Kitabon Main Gulab Rakhne Wala ,
Cigerette Ke Dhuyen Main Kho Gaya,


Dil Ki Zameen Se Armaanon Ki Vidayi Ho Gayi,
Weekends Pe Daroo Peke Jo Jashna Mana Raha Hai,


Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,



Maze Lena Ho Iske To Pooch Lo,
"Salary Increment" Ki Party Kab Dila Rahe Ho,

Hansi Udana Ho To Pooch Lo,
"Onsite" Kab Ja Rahe Ho?


Wo Dekho Onsite Se Laute Team-Mate Ki Chocolates Kha Raha Hai,


Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,


Kharche Badh Rahe Hain, Baal Kam Ho Rahe Hain,
Kra Ki Date Ati Nahi, Income Tax Ke Sitam Ho Rahe Hain,

Lo Phir Se Bus Choot Gayi, Auto Se Aa Raha Hai,


Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,


Pizza Gale Se Nahi Utarta, To "Coke" Ke Sahare Nigal Liya Jata Hai,

Office Ki "Thali" Dekh Munh Hai Bigadta,

Maa Ke Hath Ka Wo Khana Baar Roz Yaad Ata Hai,
"Sprout Bhel" Bani Hai Phir Bhi, Free "Evening Snacks" Kha Raha Hai,


Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,

Aapne Ab Tak Li Hongi Bahut Si Chutikiya,

Software Engg. Ke Jivan Ka Sach Batati Ye Akhri Kuch Panktiyan,


Hazaron Ki Tankhwah Wala, Company Ki Karodon Ki Jeb Bharta Hai,

Software Engg. Wahi Ban Sakta Hai, Jo Lohe Ka Jigar Rakhta Hai,


Hum Log Jee Jee Ke Marte Hain , Zindagi Hai Kuch Aisi,

Ek Fauj Ki Naukri, Doosri Software Engg. Ki , Dono Ek Jaisi,

Is Kavita Ka Har Shabd Dil Ki Gehrayi Se Aa Raha Hai,



Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,
Wo Dekho Ek Software Engineer Ja Raha Hai,

Pay the Barge my toll

A beautiful song i just stumbled upon by ForgottenPhoenix


Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul

I have done many wrongs
Hurt many people
Refused god
And his steeple

I’ve seen people crying
All at my hand
And their pain
was never something I could understand

But please
Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul

It may be to late
And the damage may be done
But the journey to save my soul
Has only just begun

In god’s words
I have found salvation
I have !
Don’t let my soul fall to abomination

I’m learning
So gatekeeper please
Pay the barge my toll
Let me in
Release my soul

I have changed
Seen the error in my ways
Tried to repent
Yet died like this all the same

Don’t let the barge
Take me away
I died before my time
And seen the error in my ways

So please take pity Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul

Winter in Mumbai

Mumbai Cold Wave, the most talked about thing in mumbai. Seriously, from the day I ave born, I do not remember any winter extending till february, not only that, I havent seen any winter so Cold. Whenever my cousins or friends visited some place in the North, like Kullu Manali or Delhi or some place like that, they would always bring back lots of sweaters, gloves, monkey caps and stuff becoz all these places are famous for these stuff. At first I thought, what the hell are they useful for in a place like mumbai. Looks like god wanted to put everything to a use, so he turned on the AC.


9 Degree Celsius ..... can you imagine???? I mean at this temperature, you cant feel your thumb. Wearing a Sweater/Jacket in the afternoon sitting at home is the last thing I imagined. The cold, as they say, is stingy. I mean the worse part of the cold is, it stings u everywhere in the body which is lying naked. I mean just sit for 20 secs without your shirt on, bare bodied, it would feel as if someone invisible (like in the hollow man movie) is poking you with a blunt object.

The biggest joke is the electricity bills, I think the temperature is down because someone up there noticed that too much of electricity is being used up, so to cut it down he himself turned on the Centralized Air Conditioning. Now a days at night, my fan doesnt make a single noise. I never turn it on. I dont even know whether its working or not, and I really dont wanna test it either.

These winter days are quite boring too. Dont feel like doing anything at all. Going to college, roaming around with friends, playing football , everything is like "Dimag ko Shot". Even going down and bringing something from the grocery is a pain in the ass job. Its really boring, and laziness comes on naturally. Keeping my bare feet on the ground terrifies the shit outta me coz it feels as if i am standing on ice. Even the Chappals and Slippers are cold!!

Lets hope the winter goes away fast and summer comes back, not that jabardast dhuup wala summer, mild summer chalegaa.

The Gardner's pot

Nikhil had just Graduated from a reputed business school. His father was a wealthy man owning a flourishing export business. Nikhil joined his father with high hopes of multiplying the volume of business manifold. But father insisted that he work at the grass roots and understand the practical aspects of work before mooting any big changes. The More he tried to work as per father's insisted that he work at the grass roots and understand the practical aspects of work before mooting any big changes. The more he tried to work as per father's instructions the more frustrated he felt.

One day he was feeling very disillutioned. He went and sat in the garden. An earthen pot that was used everyday by the gardner to water the plants lay beside him. All of a suddent the pot began to talk to nikhil. It said, "Dear one,why are ou so sad??" Nikhil Replied,"I am sick of working so hard,as per my dad's instruections, he doesnt let me control the business."

"Listen to my story from the beginning. At the beginning of my journey, I was just a heap of mud. A potter put water into me and kneaded me again and again till I became smooth and shiny. Then he put me in his potter's wheel and spun me around till my head went dizzy. He kept engraving lines on my skin to make a patern . It was so painful." The pot continued as the boy kept listening intently."Thats not all, then i was put into a very very hot oven and baked till my skin got burnt. I could barely breathe. When I was fully break, they set me out in the cold winter night till I cooled down. Lastly a painter came and added a coat of red paint to my exterior. But after all ther my value has increased manifold. I am a pot that is use by your gardner everyday to water the plants. All tehse furits and flowers they bear are my friends. Each time the gardener takes me close to them, they blow kisses to me they love me dearly. Had I not gone through so many hardsips to become something of value?"

The boy stroked the pot lovingly and said, "You are great. I think I have many things to do;I'd better get going. But I'll never forget what you told me. Thank you for each word that you spoke to inspire me".

This simple story tells you a lot about life. To climb a steep hill, you have to bend forward, if you continue to hold your head upwards, the climb shall become difficult and tiring.