Dear ZeroIndian,
I hope this email finds you well, although I suspect your well-being might be inversely proportional to your understanding of Indian taxation rules. But fear not, for I am here to enlighten you with the wisdom of a thousand tax consultants (or at least one reasonably informed individual).
Firstly, let me commend your audacity. It takes a special kind of courage to leap into a conversation like a caffeinated squirrel, especially when you’re armed with nothing but a half-baked understanding of Circular No. 704 from the Income Tax Department. Bravo!
Now, let’s dissect your intervention, shall we? Picture this: You, clad in a superhero cape (because clearly, you’re the Taxman Avenger), swooping down from the digital heavens to correct my innocent response. Your cape flutters dramatically as you declare, “This is wrong!” Oh, the drama! The suspense! The sheer audacity!
But wait, there’s more! You proceed to quote the sacred text—the aforementioned circular—as if it were the Ark of the Covenant. And what does it say? Ah, yes, the broker’s note! Apparently, the date of the broker’s note is the holy grail of transfer dates. Forget the actual trade date; it’s all about that broker’s note, baby!
Now, let me weave a little tale for you, ZeroIndian. Imagine a quaint village where tax consultants gather around campfires, sipping chai and discussing tax law. In this village, there’s an ancient prophecy: “When the moon aligns with Mercury, and the broker’s note is signed in blue ink, behold—the tax gods shall smile upon thee!”
And lo, you, ZeroIndian, emerge from the mist, waving Circular No. 704 like a wizard’s wand. “Fear not, villagers!” you cry. “I bring tidings of the broker’s note! Let it be known that the date of the broker’s note shall transcend time itself!”
But wait, there’s a twist! The villagers—simple folk, really—scratch their heads. “But sir,” they say, “what about the actual trade date? Shouldn’t that matter?”
You scoff, ZeroIndian. “Trade date? Pah! That’s so last fiscal year. We’re in the age of broker’s notes now. Embrace it!”
And so, ZeroIndian, you ascend to tax consultant stardom. Your name echoes through the hallowed halls of accounting firms. “Behold,” they say, “the one who leaped before he looked, who quoted Circular No. 704 without reading past the first paragraph!”
But fear not, ZeroIndian. I, too, have a prophecy: “Beware the overzealous tax enthusiast, for he may leap into conversations like a kangaroo on Red Bull.” And behold, you’ve fulfilled it splendidly.
In conclusion, dear ZeroIndian, I salute your enthusiasm. May your broker’s notes forever be legible, your leaps forever daring, and your sarcasm detectors forever malfunctioning. As for me, I remain unswayed by your leaps, unimpressed by your notes, and utterly amused by your audacity.
Yours sarcastically, SH P.S. If you ever need a crash course in common sense, hit me up. I’m not free for any Tom, Harry, or Dicken who answers something else and not to the point.