Wednesday 20 May 2015

Its time to abolish income Tax, but how?

"It was only for the good of his subjects that he collected taxes from them, just as the Sun draws moisture from the Earth to give it back a thousand fold" – Kalidas in Raghuvansh eulogizing King Dalip. Its a given that one can’t escape taxes, even on the death bed. Brian Fernandes, a passionate author on a variety of issues, in this article, examines whether there is an equally effective alternative to the present method of levying income tax..

A mere 37 million Indians pay Income tax. That’s approx 3 percent of the Indian population. 90 percent of these are middle class salaried people, trying to make ends meet. About 42,800 people have declared taxable income of over Rs. 1 crore annually. Indeed, 400,000 people (with incomes more than Rs. 20 lakh, and constituting 1 per cent of the tax-base) account for 63 per cent of the income taxes collected from individuals. 

It’s obvious then, that 99 per cent of India's taxpayers pay a small sum as taxes or not at all on the basis of some exemption or the other, but these are the very people, middle class people, doing an honest days’ work, who are harassed into filing their tax-returns.
Poor returns on tax paid

In addition to the almost 30% of their income they remit in income tax, this middle class backbone of India, is taxed an additional 30% in indirect taxes on the goods and services they buy. These indirect taxes range from customs  and excise by the centre to VAT and luxury tax at the state level and octroi and entry tax at the municipal level – The list is long and uneven. In addition there are local taxes like property, road and other utility taxes. In the end, an income tax payee ends up paying almost 60% of his income in taxes. In return, unlile in western countries, where too the tax rates are high, he gets poor governance, poor public services, an insensitive bureaucracy, and absolutely minimal social welfare support (Health and old age support) unless he is a Below the poverty level card holder, and then too he is made to run from pillar to post by an indifferent bureaucracy to get what is rightfully his!  All this, notwithstanding the expenditure incurred on fees of Chartered Accountants for filing income tax returns.

The Centre’s receipts from individual income tax in the last fiscal are estimated at 2.78 lakh Crores (RE 2014-15) and the estimates for the current fiscal have been hiked to 3.37 crores, without any apparent expansion in the base, which needs economic growth to make it happen. These hikes  will happen year on year, and individuals will be squeezed beyond their limits, as Governments spend beyond their means on things and people that they should be conservative about in a government of the people, by the people and for the people – maximizing govt. through a self perpetuating bureaucracy – (the tax bureaucracy is a reminiscent of the British raj) and a political system based on first past the post system -  and minimizing governance – where decisions are taken for the benefit of governments themselves (like elected representatives doubling their salaries and increasing their perks) and not for the people they represent.

Harrassment

The government’s appetite for money increases on a stagnant tax base, can only translate into more emphasis on compliance which results in intentional or unintentional harassment, of the middle class tax payer. There is an army in the background, ready for this challenge, each of them trying to climb the Income Tax’s department’s steep ladder, which when translated from bureaucratese, implies more  harassment of the honest tax payer – the latest example of which, is  a fourteen page IT return form!.  

Govt.’s opaque return on investment

The return on investment is a principle that is followed in all business enterprises – however this is not true of government expenditure especially in the tax collection regime - While budget figures are readily available on the amount of income tax accruing to the government, there is little information to be found on the expenditure incurred – salaries, perks, office expenses, travel expenses and the like – to secure the meager income tax that they generate. My assessment, based on incomplete information would be that it is disproportionate. Indeed if one visits the Income Tax department’s website, in the page on history of income tax, (http://www.incometaxindia.gov.in/Pages/about-us/history-of-direct-taxation.aspx), one will get a clear picture of how and why they expanded and the picture it paints can only give a clear indication  of the what the future holds for an honest tax payer, as their tribe remains stable and government demands increase.  There is also the accountant’s and lawyer’s lobby that seeks to complicate laws to ensure, that their not inconsiderable income is not affected. Perhaps this is an uncharitable view, but one that has the ring of truth to it.  

The income tax conundrum and its solution

The problem with individual income tax as it stands today, is its small base, complex exemption calculations and limited scope for increases, given the political economic environment in which it sustains itself. It needs to be replaced with more transparent system that provides no exemptions, increases the base, makes it equitable and easy to administer, both for the individual tax payer and the government. So what should be done? The answer – abolish income tax altogether and replace it with an expenditure tax – its equitable,  nobody can escape it, it widens the base at one stroke, it’s easy to administer and primarily it works on the premise, that one spends in proportion to his income.

The idea is not new. The direct taxation of personal expenditures for consumption is one of the oldest has been in circulation sing the 17th century.  Many economists have argued that it is the "ideal" form of taxation. The only "perfectly unexceptionable and just principle of income tax", John Stuart Mill contended, is to "exempt all savings". Because savings are excluded from the tax base, its supporters claim that it encourages thrift, which in turn should stimulate investment. Among the most influential work on this theme is by Kaldor who developed the idea of an "expenditure tax" (1955) as a substitute for income tax.

Nicholas Kaldor, in his book 'Expenditure Tax' (1955), argued that the individual's taxable capacity as his "spending power" which includes all the various forms of economic wealth (stocks of wealth as well as recurrent and irregular flows of money) which must be reduced to a common denominator of so much per annum for tax purposes. Also, allowance should be made for differences in individual needs which make some persons more or less able to pay than others with the same spending power.  Kaldor was of the opinion that the  rates of an expenditure tax can be made steeply progressive in order to tax the rich heavily and  institutionalize equity.
The consumption tax, sometimes referred to as a 'spending tax' or 'expenditure tax', is quite like the income tax, with one key difference being that the tax base is expenditure, not income.   

Two issues remain though, the huge quantum of cash transactions in the economy especially in contract work, the real estate sector and the betting sector, which the SIT on Black money estimated to be in the range of Rs: 30000 crores and the issue of a differential corporation income tax as two rates for a single product or service would be hugely difficult to administer.

Can India really do away with income tax?

The above facts present a strong case for doing away with individual income tax. Why should only a particular class be forced to pay taxes? On this ground alone, it would render great political mileage to the political parties supporting/proposing such a change. Poll analysts say that the middle class voted for the BJP in huge nos. and they are the ones who will be thrilled to hear that the government is considering such a move. They would be enchanted with an initiative that reduces their net tax liabilities from existing 60% to 40% overall and eliminates the chances of governmental harassment on some pretext or the other.

How can it be done?

The gross central tax estimated receipts for this fiscal are to the tune of 14.5 lakh crore including the state’s share of approx 5 lakh crore, leaving 9 lakh crore for the centre. The share of direct taxes in this pool is  8 lakh crores (both corporation(4.7 lakh crore) and Individual (3.3 Lakh crore)) and the balance  6.5 lakh crores is to come from direct taxes. What needs to be made up is the share of individual taxes in this scheme, viz around 3 lakh crores. On January 2, last year,  4 months before the general election, Pune-based anti-tax group Arthakranti made a presentation to senior BJP leaders, including Rajnath Singh, LK Advani, Sushma Swaraj, Arun Jaitley, former finance minister Yashwant Sinha and Nitin Gadkari, on simplifying taxation by a flat Banking Transaction Tax (BTT), which was based on the principle of expenditure tax. The biggest criticism of the BTT is that a large fraction of consumption expenditure in India is still cash (83 per cent some estimates in 2011). This is a fair criticism and needs to be addressed.

The answer to this conundrum presents itself in the Goods and Services Tax Bill, currently logjammed in parliament.  GST is a destination based indirect tax that will be levied on the manufacture, sale and consumption of goods and services that subsume all central and state indirect taxes and levies and here lies the opportunity. The centre can easily add on to the GST in the form of a cess or a direct overhead percentage on the goods and services rendered after classifying them into four categories – Basic, essential, fair, and luxury, with basic being exempt from the taxes. 

The empowered committee of finance ministers, has recommended a base rate of around 26%  for the GST to neutralize loss of revenue from indirect taxes of 22 lakh crores (17 from the states and around 5.5 lakhs crores of the centre)  The finance minister has indicated a base rate of around 23% might be feasible initially. Income tax can be add on tax in the range of 0, 3, 5 and 7% for each of the above categories of goods and services, to land up with a max GST rate of between 30 and 35%. 

As regards Corporation Tax, the centre needs to mop up approx 4.7 lakh crores, and differential rates of taxation for corporations, or exempting them as they already pay corporation tax would be a difficult and almost impossible proposition. I would recommend that corporation tax be retained at the lowest possible level viz. 10% flat, and the add on’s be applicable at the same rates across the board.  This would in turn help the government, as company expenditure / purchases whether of raw material or other supplies is easily trackable.  While I’ve presented a conceptual framework, that seems workable and useful all around the devil is in the detail, and it is for the economists and the experts to take it further.

This system will be easier to administer as the GST tax system will already be in place and this will only be an add on tax.  It is better than the BTT in that the tax base will be wider, and  compliance, at least in the organized sector, almost 100%,. It is both equitable and transparent and most of all will eliminate the need for a tax army dedicated to the collection of income tax. It will in addition promote savings which can lead to investment and economic growth.  

It’s an idea whose time has come, and I urge the government to give it a try.
Newskarntaka.com Link: http://www.newskarnataka.com/opinion/its-time-to-abolish-income-tax-but-how#sthash.XpULERkZ.dpuf

Tuesday 5 May 2015

The storm before the calm! - a short story



The storm before the calm!

My house is calm today. I don’t know why I call it a house. It’s usually a mad house. Literally. I’ve heard people who came in from out on the on the street, call it an asylum. For me it has been one for the last 15 years (I’ve been counting the days), ever since I was put here by my parents, a handsome couple, as far as I can remember. I assume so, because I never saw them after that.  

I remember that day in 1985. I woke up on a bright sunny morning, and found I was stuck to the bed. I tried moving my arms and legs, only to find them bound to my bed. I was in my favorite shirt and three fourths, my standard attire, and I was all of 15 years old.  My clothes seemed wet, but I was not sure.  I had no recollection of why I was bound, when I was bound and what I had done to be bound. I screamed, Mom, Mom, come here. There was no answer.

She heard me, I am sure. I am sure about these things, that’s one of my strengths -  my intuition, my inside knowledge, being on the outside.  I screamed again. Mom, Where are you?  She didn’t answer, but I heard footsteps approaching the half open door and was relieved.

 Three men with  white coats over their drab shirts, came in. One of them held a syringe in one hand. I screamed again, this time angrily, Who are you? Where’s mom?. They didn’t answer. Simply gripped my hand roughly, and plunged the syringe into my arm. The rage in me overcame any pain that I felt. After a minute everything went black.

I woke up in a room on a bed by a wall which was painted white. I felt drowsy. My room had one window and two beds…Mine was by the window – which was barred. On the other was a rather scruffy old man. He was in whites, ready to play cricket, I thought funnily enough. 

His name was Jeevan I learnt without even asking him. What is yours, he asked. I wondered why he was asking. Brian I said. He repeated it in a funny way, He said, your name is brain! And he laughed.
I was irritated but didn’t show it because I was scared – He was bigger than me, seemed stronger than me and he seemed to have a strange fire in his eyes. He kept on asking me questions… From where are you, why are you here?  What did you do to land up here? 

I found those questions quite strange. Why was he referring to this place as here? Why should I have done something to land up here? Was he mad? These were questions that sprang immediately to mind. But I kept my counsel- for two reasons, I was suspicious of his intentions and honestly didn’t have a clue.  

Several injections and tablets later, my drowsiness came under my control and I developed a routine that included a forced exercise routine e in a room that I was compulsorily taken to everyday. Initially I resisted, but gave in when I realized, that my resistance made things worse – they would make me more drowsy. 

But the building and its corridors became my home – I never got to see the outside world other than through the window which other than narrow stretch of land far below looked out at room level onto a blank concrete wall, strangely painted black.

My roommate Jeevan, became more friendly by the day. One day maybe after a year in the room he asked me, Brain, (he still called me brain, because I thought it best not to correct him), don’t  you miss the outside world? 

I had a faint recall of what it was to be outside, and said honestly, no I don’t  – by then I decided I could be honest with him, as compared to the lady who used to interview me every day for two hours – She could get nothing out of me – I was too smart for her and too suspicious of her intentions to reform me from whatever put me here. I still couldn’t figure that one out. 

But then it got me thinking, and somehow the desire to get wet in the rain started to obsess me. I linked it partially to my wet clothes the day I was incarcerated. As the days passed by it became an obsession. I decided to enlist the help of Jeevan in my endeavor to get wet in the rain.  I came to this decision because I realized that Jeevan was allowed an hour outside everyday! 

Jeevan, I said one day, I want to go out into the courtyard.  Will you help me? He seemed happy that I’d asked him. He was not bitter at his incarceration as I was, in fact, he seemed positively happy, and said, “here’s the thing. You must be on your best behavior at all times – no screaming, no shouting, no resistance, be pleasant and tell them what they want to hear… 

Tell whom?  I asked – those doctors who talk to you everyday – tell them who you are, what u feel, what u felt, show remorse for your actions, accept that u want to change and put in practice whatever their suggestions are, then they will be happy and start to believe that they can trust you with yourself in strange environments.

I decided that this was the best way forward, and miraculously the next morning I woke up in my old bed, and from that moment on,  I was a model teen. 

I heard my Mom’s voice calling from downstairs…. Brian Brian wake up. Its six O Clock -  You have to speak at the toastmaster’s meeting today!

50 shades of grey



50 shades of grey  (Published in Daijiworld.com)
Intro
I had just finished celebrating my birthday, and it was an occasion for me to see 50 shades of grey. I got this never before opportunity, despite it’s ban in India, because I peeped into the mirror at an unguarded moment.
There are fewer shades now, because I used artificial camouflaging aids, but I still have a niggling worry – I am getting older, how will I deal with it? – with zest and zeal, or with frustration and resignation?
 I really wish I was christened Benjamin Button – who was born aged 82, and died at age 0! 
I accept  that unless I die, I will age and I have to deal with it.
The aging process through  a woman’s eyes
Age is a ladder, it has a number of steps from 2 to 82, as I look back on the steps I have trod to reach the heights I have so far, and at those who have climbed more than me, I can best see the difference of what my life was and what my life is likely to be through the eyes of a woman – not necessarily my woman – I’m sure any woman would see it like that…
If a man is 22, a woman would expect him to be handsome, charming, financially, well on the way to success, in good shape, a caring listener, a romantic. At age 82, all she would expect is that he breathes, is aware of his surroundings, and doesn’t miss the toilet. Hearing and seeing is a bonus.
Ageing isn’t fun
Ageing isn’t fun, but it is perhaps better than death. My father who died at the ripe old age of 92, when asked the usual question, “how are you dad” , used to always reply, ever since I can remember – Getting old son!
Note the usage of English – Not growing old but getting old and there lies the key to better dealing with the aging process.  Sadly unlike wine, a human being gets weaker, while the wine gets stronger!
Dealing with age positively is important because In India, as per the 2001 census, 5% or 50 Million are in the age group of 65+. This is expected to go up to 12% or 120 Million by 2025. However, the group that is expected to look after them – in the age group of  45 to 64 is now 13% viz around 130 million and they have the toughest job due to the decline of the  jt.  family system, both the spouses working to make ends meet, children to raise, and a poor geriatric care system. So ultimately I know, I will be left to fend for myself.
Superiority by age.
But I need not be so morose. Growing old is a good feeling especially in our society.  It gives me a sense of superiority over those younger than me and sense of responsibility towards those older than me, though more often than not they have aged more gracefully than me, and I often compare myself to them.
 Take for instance, my children or those younger, consistently defer to me and I have a sense of responsibility towards my mother in law  who is in her early nineties. Now what does this do for me? Lets see….
 If I deliberately or accidentally knock a glass of milk on to the floor, they’d rush  to clean it up. They’d be on all fours, scrubbing desperately at the ceramic tiles,  while I sat back in my chair, resting my legs , reading the Indian express, occasionally glancing over the top to survey their efforts.
On the other hand I have a lingering respect for  my mother in law, (Both my parents have died by the way) the way she conducts herself at the ripe age of 92, berating me on whatsapp and beating me hollow at Scrabble, sharp of mind, agile of body and acerbic in her wit…
Age is an odd thing. I respect it and I dread it.  At every point in life,  there will be those above me and below me on the age ladder, and often I look at them with contempt and fear. Why? the young ones don't appreciate how short-lived their youth will be, and the older ones are now a horrifying vision of my steadily approaching future.
The aging mask
Growing old has another dimension – the desire to wear a mask.
When I was young, I had smooth cheeks and long hair and a deep voice. They didn’t match. So I grew a beard – to look older.  And now that I am older, I really don’t want to look my age, so I am clean shaven, something I started doing at the ripe old age of 32! When new types of blades came into the market!
 What a paradox -  the younger we are, the more mature the look we want, and as we climb the age ladder, it’s quite the opposite. Eventually we all reach a point when we stop lying about our age, and start bragging about it!
Regrets
It’s not rational, but often, I fall into the trap, feeling, that each grey hair, when it arrives, unknowingly, is a  tiny shoot of failure. It’s not all true, coz I’ll be richer – Ill have silver in my hair, gold in my teeth and a great supply of natural gas. On the flip side, first I’ll forget names, then Ill forget faces. Then I’ll forget to pull up my zipper, then . . Ill hear. faintly. "Oh my goodness! he forgot to pull down his zipper first!"
Why do I feel this way? I've been indoctrinated into believing the ageing process is somehow undignified. At some point, you can’t walk, you can’t talk, you can’t hear, and all you can do is fear. Though there are exceptions, and I’d love to be one, it’s a point of view I’ve been brought up with and can’t get rid of. 
In the end.. the wisdom of the old
When you're young, anyone a decade older seems like a dead end. I’ve experienced it - When my son’s older friends gather around a double scotch, I have to nurse my single elsewhere, either alone or in the company of those climbing the ladder rapidly. Often I find myself a misfit in either group, trying hard to adapt. I am that muddle in the middle, growing old, yet acting ever young.
At the same time, I somehow believe that if  I ever grow to be so impossibly ancient myself, I'll be wiser and less embarrassing - I am sure I will understand how ignorant and arrogant I was in the past,  and I will manage the young and my age better than most older people now a day’s do.
In the end, will the joke ultimately be on me? or will I be able to enjoy those 50 shades of grey?

Song lyrics - I’m a good looking guy




Ch:
I am good lookin guy
I can see it in your eye
Don’t tell me otherwise
Coz your eyes don’t lie

The mirror on that wall
Says I’m everyone’s baby doll
And my selfie can only reveal
My good looks are for real
I can see it in their eye
That I’m a good looking guy
So don’t let go of mee….

Verse: 1
Come on gal
Lets do a shoot
Ill give you the eye
And the cam wont lie
I’ll give u the key  
And yull take my hand
Twirl me around
All  with pride
My lovely bride….


Verse 2
I look inside
what do I find
I’m lost and lonely
I’m not surprised,
Am  I right, Am I good
I’m twisted and tied
You twirl me around
A really great buy
But inside I die…..

Off beat
I am a good looking guy
The mirror don’t lie,
The camera holds still,
And I sigh….