Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Food Bill and the Common man


The Food Bill and the Common man- reduced to a lower class.
I am a common man, a middle class one all my life, happy with simple pleasures of life, leading the life millions in this country live every day.

I got married , had children a few years later and continued with my job. As I had a good job with a steady income, careful planning and saving helped me buy a flat, a car and give my wife and children all basic necessities. We used to have our weekly dinner outside, a movie if the kids insisted and the occasional holiday to our native place and once even abroad.

Life was good and uneventful. The children grew up, went to college and are getting ready to settle down. The wife and I have normal health issues, common among those in their fifties. Then over the last few years life got tougher.

It started with the rise in sugar prices, followed by that of onions, vegetables. In the absence of any valid reasons for such high prices, someone suggested that a big politician and his cronies were making money. Then came the steady increase in petrol prices, leaving us with fewer trips by car even though the auto rickshaw fares had also gone by steeply.

Soon came news of the telecom scam, the coal scam and what not. The thousands of crores mentioned did not make sense to us as we had no hopes of seeing such money. My son who was planning to get married, was on the lookout for a decent flat but in Mumbai, the cheapest flat even in a far away suburb  was quoting over 1 crore. The value of money, especially of one crore was being made clearer for us. We also realised that our flat had appreciated by over 20 times but then could not convert the same to liquid cash as we would then not be able to afford a flat anywhere else.

Over these years, our worthy Finance Minister had been slowly bringing in less noticed taxes that would strangulate us later. Thus there was the service tax on everything possible; some VAT, luxury tax etc. A simple calculation made indicated that we are paying almost 70 per cent of our income to the govt.  by way of some tax. This I realised was the reason why money was running out faster than before, upsetting all our plans to save.

The result? We stopped going out for meals, less of shopping for clothes; no holidays and even the children’s’ pocket money was getting rationed. It was unbelievable that we who had such a comfortable life till a few years ago, now had to struggle through simple everyday existence.

The last straw was the rupee devaluation which we are told could affect our pockets even more adversely. The cost of everything will go up; there will be very little scope for things to improve. And just forget about the good old days, they will never come back. There is of course talk that with elections due next year, there will be a steady increase in prices ; all to  help fund election expenses.

My son who has landed a good job now keeps asking me how I managed to run our household on an unimaginably small sum in the earlier days. I told him to ask his mother who has of late been experimenting with a number of internet aided shortcuts in cooking to reduce onions, oil and other costly ingredients.

The middle class in India never had to worry about hunger as they were able to manage comfortably with the limited income they had. With higher incomes but nothing else under their control, most middle class ones are getting reduced to a lower class in terms of the cost of living index. The recently passed Food Bill which guarantees food to all is welcome gesture but again at what cost?.  The added expenses could be passed onto the poor middle class by way of more taxes, most of them indirect.

Could we also then get covered under the provisions of the Food Bill so that we can get back to the comfort level at least where food for the family is concerned?

Job Xavier
Mumbai
31st August 2013 




Friday, August 30, 2013

Working on a Holiday

Working on a Holiday

I once worked with an expat boss who would come to office by 7 a.m and work through the day till 7 p.m. Why so early to work we used to ask and his stock reply was:

“as the Boss around here, I have to be available to all, and also be up-to-date with work. What better than the 2 to 3 hours I get all to myself when I can finish work ahead of others.”

Many of us who worked with him, imbibed the habit of coming at least an hour before others, to have a peaceful, one hour to complete most work that need concentration.

Today, I love to go to office on a holiday, with hardly anyone in office. Having chosen such a day to catch up on some pending work, this is what I succeeded in doing;

1. Went through all the mails of the last 10 days official as well as personal and responded or deleted as the case may be. All my in boxes look neat and clean now.
2. Read through a dozen notes and proposals put up to me which needed attention and clear instructions.
3. Made a number of phone calls, catching most recipients at home; the discussions were short and decisions taken faster, obviously with pressure from kids and other family members on why they should discuss office matters on a holiday. ‘That boss of yours is crazy’ I overheard a wife telling one colleague as he hastily concluded our conversation with a series of yes sir, will do tomorrow etc. All these from one who has never been in a hurry to complete any task in time.
4. The word having spread that the boss is in office, some of the younger, single staff troop in slowly by around noon. The ever reliable Aswin is always in office on a holiday. “Where else do you get to sit in AC comfort, have the net to yourself and a good lunch if the Boss is also around” he would say..
5. The only luxury I allow is a good lunch ordered for all those present in the office. Our common lunch, a sort of mini office meet also gives me a lot of inputs into recent office gossip, some new affairs and market news which the marketing guys had probably forgotten to inform me.
“Our goods in the eastern market are getting rejected because of some manufacturing defect; especially those produced at the Vizag plant where workers are agitating due to the Telengana issue. Only around 30 per cent of workers are present and quality checks are totally absent.” Mentioned one of the guys from accounts. I was shocked as the last week’s reports from the eastern zone had not mentioned any such developments.
7. The 7 guys (no females come on a holiday unless specifically asked) who reported actually got back to work after lunch and were in office till late evening. All of them had a satisfied look as having completed a lot of backlog in their work area. I used two of the smarter ones to do some analysis for me using data received over the last 6 months. They were happy to be given the special task and finished in much less time than my secretary or the marketing analysts we have. I made a mental note of where I could turn to when I needed quick analysis.
8. Unlike most others who go to office on a holiday and who get pestered with constant calls from home, my family is understanding and let me work in peace. The catch? I always take them out for a sumptuous dinner in the evening. I have learned that good food, whether in the office or late in the evening, is always positively received.

Working on a holiday is not workaholism, nor is it a show off. It is a very practical way of using idle time effectively when one is not burdened by demands at home or the continuous phone calls and interruptions in a regular office. The multicultural environment in our country is most suited for such enterprises as we are assured of at least one holiday per month.

Job Xavier- Mumbai

30th August 2013.