Skip to main content

BUDGET 2026

 

 

It was a nice bright Sunday and my pension had just got credited. These days, banks are very transparent, they not only send a message of what they have credited but also tell you how much income tax they deducted. I am contributing to the budget of the nation.

 

Before the credit, concerns about monthly debits start on 1st of the month. Bijli ka bill, doodhwale ka bill, paper wale ka, medicine ka, car wash, mobile & cable TV recharge, the list is endless. Maids have to be paid in cash which cannot be delayed.

 

Be that as it may. I was in no mood to switch on the TV for the simple reason that there is nothing much to watch and much better things to read. TV news and debates are harbingers of headaches and mental torture.

 

A single news item is flogged like a bedsheet treated at ‘dhobi ghat stone’. What is left is shouting, rage, showing down each other, anger, hate, and noise pollution. There is everything except news.

 

In the afternoon, I switched on the TV to check the sports channel. Having enjoyed the Australian open, an odd cricket match would definitely be telecast. I got hooked on to the under nineteen match.

 

Lunch and a nap and then again cricket. India won. That is the time I flicked channels and stopped on a news channel. They were discussing the budget. Hain! Budget on a Sunday. I knew, every channel would be dissecting it to the last vein of a frog.

 

Knowing the political inclinations of channels, the ‘devotees’ would see it as a "bharat ka budget”, the ‘blind devotees’ would see nothing wrong and call it people friendly.

 

Then there would be people on the flip side who would find nothing right with what the Madam in a “Kanjeevaram Sari” presented because the ‘bearded man’ thumped the table. Was the thumping in appreciation of the budget, good English, or the saree which a ‘lakhpati didi’ can never afford?

 

One has to be good at juggling words, especially when you are speaking to people who do not understand finances. ‘Honourable members’ keep waiting for an increase in income tax slab, something for the parliamentarians, and suddenly the FM finishes her speech after an hour and a half. Chalo, jao apne-apne ghar. Aaj ka khel khatam.

 

Let me rope in Mr Sashi Tharoor. He ‘had’ Mr Trump in one of his interviews without saying an offensive word. That is how Madam slapped most of us. It was a method of extracting your money without leaving a snitch on your body. No trace of torture left.

 

A common man’s expectations fell apart. His dreams of having those few rupees extra went kaput. The prices of fuel did not change. I am not sure if Madam mentioned an increase in prices of Liquor and Cigarettes. All those who drink and smoke, it makes no difference. They will buy all ‘kachhi-pakki’, ‘desi-angrezi’ at any cost.

 

What caught my attention was the fall of the ‘Sensex’. I was very happy when it had risen to 85,000 plus. Post budget it came tumbling down to around 80,000 points. ‘Side effect’ of a ‘bitter pill’ called budget. What does it indicate? ‘Tai’ should know better.

 

With nothing to ‘feel good’ about, not even a drop in rail ticket prices, the idiot box was silenced and blacked out. I wanted to convey to madam to kindly redo the budget for the common man, which she will fight tooth and nail subsequently.

 

Soon, the WhatsApp university became active. Someone summarised the budget. No one has the time and patience to listen to long speeches and financial jargon which most of the people who govern us have no clue about.

 

What caught my attention was that our Ex-Servicemen were targeted this time. Not all, but all those who retired/got boarded out with disabilities suffered during service. There were many who lost their lives and limbs for this nation, fighting in the types of terrains and enemies which an ‘Ex Defence Minister’ has forgotten it seems.

 

Their pension including the disability portion, which is miniscule has now been brought under the tax net. Defence pensioners are already paying income tax. Now their disability pension too would be taxed. Madam, have a heart.

 

These men are not normal human beings. Please ask their families and parents when you have a physically challenged person who was up and running till yesterday, got disabled while serving this nation. I wish ESM mattered as a vote bank.

 

People may keep saying that this budget has a vision for 2047, but I do not see beyond 2027. You love it or leave it, it has been presented so lump it, you can do nothing about it.

 

What did the common man get in this budget? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND
© ® NOEL ELLIS

Comments

  1. Nicely brought out. Common men got Laddu.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Well said... I love your imaginary....dhobi ghat flogging. Relax Noel don't get worked up

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It is all in good humor and not being worked up, thank you so much

      Delete
  3. Very well summarised Noel. The disability thing is bound to become a major issue....

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

FINGER ON YOUR LIPS

  LT COL NOEL ELLIS   29/IV/2025   What has happened to Pakistan? While India is doing Fauji Exercises, Pakistan has mobilised for what! I agree that the people of India want revenge. But, from whom? Our PM has only said that “we will not leave the terrorists and their supporters till the end of the Earth”. He has never said he will sort out Pakistan, or has he?   It has been hilarious watching discussions on Paki social media channels. They seem to have already given up. Our RM meets the PM and Pakistan starts shitting bricks. They talk about jazba and gazwa, and start telling us about their nuclear arsenal. 160 I suppose. By the way we will send across one equivalent to your 160 if need be.   There is a saying, ‘Chor ki Dari main tinka” literal meaning is, a straw in a thief’s beard. However, the deep meaning is that a guilty person reveals his guilt through his behaviour, even unintentionally. Clearly, “a guilty conscious needs no accuser”...

IF THERE IS A WAR…...

    LT COL NOEL ELLIS   28/IV/2025   I remember the 1971 war as a small child. We were in Kapurthala Punjab, very close to the Pakistan border. It was an evening in December, I do not remember the exact date. While returning from a friends house, the declaration of war was done as I skipped along the ‘Thandi Sarak’ of Kapurthala.   The gist was that a vehicle with loud speakers was telling people to head home as an "emergency" had been declared and war had started. I ran as fast as I could, shivering with fear and my heart beating unusually fast. Though I was a lap baby when the 1965 war had taken place, it appeared serious business now.   Overnight, Dad and other Uncles started digging trenches infront of our homes. Carbon paper was no dearth in a teachers house, so mom got into an overdrive to stick them to the glass windows. Though the glass had been painted during the 1965 war, some broken panes had been replaced. Mom told ...

A PERFECT GARDENER

    Most of us are parents and grandparents now. All of us have brought up our children and now are looking after Gen Z. We gave our children and their children the best of best.   With that as an opening remark, let me shift focus to gardening. I am no expert on parenting or gardening. We went with the tide of highs and lows. The churns and turmoil. Even if we consider ourselves as perfect parents, can we be perfect gardeners?   The answer in both cases would be a big NO. When you look back, there is something more which could have been done. Things could have been done differently. There is no perfect template which can fit all.   One saw the kid take baby steps, then their growth stage and then they matured and ready to bear their own children. What is in store in the future? No one knows.   Having said that, let me return to the topic of Gardening. This would interest gardening enthusiasts. Are you a perfect gardener?   My p...

TAKE A PAUSE

  One thing I have realized that spending time with nature brings so much of mental peace. A small bird can just cheer you up. Her tweet can lift your mood. The sheer joy one derives from watching then come and play in your garden, feed, and bathe is just elevating. All those who do it know what I say and a request to those who haven’t must try it.   Morning time is the most hectic for the birds. They all know that their feed will be there. Their tweets and chirps are indicators of the happiness they enjoy. I am sure in between their tweets they chirp to thank us too.   Evenings are another kind of high. These days their feeders go empty by evening. The water bowls too are nearly at bottom levels, not because of their thirst but now they bathe in the bowl more often. The water sprinkled while they shake their bodies flies off emptying the bowl.   In the evening, when I go to the rooftop there is a different kind of hustle. A few sparrows, a pair of dove...

A BREAK FROM BLOGGING

    Christmas week is a busy week and spills over to the New Year. Friends and family get together, rejoice, make merry and strengthen bonds. It is cold and wintry, the reason to indulge in relishing plum and rum cakes and pakwans, dry fruits and puddings and be at peace.   However, too much rest to my ‘finger tips’ was catching with me both with the laptop keys and the ‘click button’ of the camera. Sometimes, it is good to take a break or if one can call it a ‘fast’ of a different sort. It is a good time to sit down, chill, run down and reflect on things which are now memories in the year coming to an end. How time flies!   We had a dinner planned for my chaddi-buddies and their families last evening. We were looking forward to having fun and lots of laughter. However, in all this milieu, some little things had to be done like feeding the fish on the roof, lest I miss out.   As I opened the roof door, my eyes lit up when I saw a white breasted k...

RUNNING TO TOWN

  LT COL NOEL ELLIS   24/IV/2024   As they say, “Jab geedar ki ‘maut’ ati hai woh Shahar ki taraf bhagta hai”. (When a jackal wants to die, it runs towards the town). It simply implies that when someone is in ‘deep trouble’, he takes certain wrong steps and gets into agony himself. It also means that if correct actions are not taken timely, then chances are things go wrong.   Another implication of this idiom is that when someone wants to ‘avoid trouble’, he choses a wrong path or when one faces difficult times, he goes looking for advice and solutions from wrong people and places, jeopardising his own existence.   Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this straight away applies to our troublesome neighbour Pakistan and specifically to the thought process and mindset of their Army Chief General Asim Munir, who revealed it in the lecture he gave to the overseas Pakistanis recently.   I say this in the context of the ‘massacre’ and ‘savagery’ these dastards did in Pahal...

TALE OF A CERTIFICATE

It was way back in 1979 that I became a ‘matriculate’ with a ‘first division’. One required 60% marks for it and I got 60.14%, one mark over the threshold. This I came to realize only yesterday when I had to produce that certificate after almost 46 years.   Those days, first division meant you were the cream. No one talked about percentages or marks. All that mattered was I, II or III Div.   The first time I realised that how important this certificate was when as a young Captain in the Indian Army with three years service, I got a notice from the Army Headquarters to “show cause” why my services should not be terminated as they did not find my matric certificate attached with the mandatory documents required to be submitted to UPSC.   Earth moved under my feet. I was from a Sainik School where all documentation was sent by the school administration. How could they have missed out? Why me, was the question?   Panic and fear struck together as I had ...

A SPEECH

  LT COL NOEL ELLIS   19/IV/2025   Imagine when your “sir ka jhoomar becomes gale ki haddi”, then what happens. That was one Jumla I picked up from the Pak Army Chief’s speech which he delivered in Islamabad to Overseas Pakistanis. They are dual citizenship holders. Their ticket it appears had been paid by the state of Pakistan, I reckon.   An Army Chief addressing a gathering of people who at the very first instance decided to “Pakistan se Zinda Bhag” is uncalled for. If I read correctly between the lines, it was not to impress his countrymen but somehow convince the audience to remit dollars to ensure he and his ilk get their salaries, a plot of land on retirement and an assured pension. Rest of the countrymen can scavenge for all he cares.   Above all, the PM of Pakistan and his cabinet were in attendance. The Chief’s political ambitions were clear and his speech was a subtle message to them that the Army is ‘THE Mai Baap’, as he flexed the ...

MYSTERY OF THE MISSING FISH

  Stray cats are on the prowl in our lane. Residents feed them a variety of food. From Roti to bread and milk is their diet. The way they are bloating is an indicator of their health.   They have been also feeding on the roti we spread for the birds. They eat roti only in case of an emergency. It is birds the cats are after. We haven’t seen them catching one but knowing cat behaviour, they would not miss a chance.   What I do not appreciate is that they jump into the grain bowl. It is a shallow earthen pot hung with wires on a protrusion of a dried branch. Even if there are ten birds feeding on the feeder, it doesn’t shake. Imagine, when a big chubby cat jumps onto it. They have dropped that pot several times and broken it.   We do not mind cats basking on our veranda chairs, but how does one tell the cats not to leave the birds alone. Like the birds are looking for a meal, so are the cats. Nothing like a juicy sparrow or a bulbul or a fat dove.   These cats wer...

ARMY CLOTHING AND FOOTWEAR

ARMY CLOTHING AND FOOTWEAR   LT COL NOEL ELLIS   16/I/2026   I was watching the excerpts of the ‘Army Day Parade’ held in Jaipur. The show put up by the Army was exemplary. It reminded me of the Chinese Military parade, ours was far better. I wish I could have witnessed it in person.   What impressed me was the showcasing of the ‘Bhairav troops’ in their ‘combat regalia’. Especially the Sikh troops. Camo painted faces, Khaki pagris and the call of Bole-so-Nihal could shake up the enemy in his grave.   What caught my attention was their boots. Keeping their tasks and deployment in mind in various sectors, those boots would be wind proof, water proof, light weight, comfortable, flexible, durable with enhanced grip and ankle support.   The contingent was not in ‘Tez chal’ but ‘daur ke kadam taal mode’. Which implies, they do not walk but are always on the run to annihilate the enemy. Their boots had to support their operational requirem...