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The Spirit Frees…

 
 

 

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One woman’s harrowing account of an income tax raid… and the spirit’s wonderful embrace…

One early morning, a little less than a year ago, two people trooped in home (I keep my front door open) at about seven fifteen. And with a sense of authority and intimidation, claimed they were from the income tax and are to conduct a raid… The two of them took over the house, started their routine of grilling me to extricate information, (I live alone) and within the next half hour another seven people trooped in, to ransack the house… In addition , two cops were delegated to watch the house, on the assumption , I would scoot from the scene or whisk out my gun and shoot them, maybe?? Just kidding...

Ironically, the warrant was not in my name, or with the company I work, but I was caught in the net, for lending a helping hand to a thirty something nut job guy. {And that is another whole big story.}

Within the space of two hours, they got my bank details and froze all my accounts.  And whatever savings there were, which had slowly added up after nearly three decades of working, where my first salary was a princely sum of eight hundred rupees…

One always believes, that if you have money in the bank, it's yours to do as you wish and No one has a right to stake claim. These are savings for medical expenses, nest egg for the time when the future walks on quivery feet. Not so.

By the afternoon, they realised, that I did not fit into their pigeonhole assumption of a person, whose house was being raided. No money and no jewellery, was found. They’d chuck things to the ground, I’d politely pick it up… after a while they stopped chucking things down…

Of course the invasive questioning continued, your personal life is brought out thread bare, all your personal messages, emails and everything else you consider as sacrosanct is inspected and even threatened to be used against you, if the information sought for (as they seem fit) is not forthcoming... And as is the practice, another couple of senior officials came in to do their extra bit of harsh questioning at around one am.

Four men and a woman spent the rest of the night. Gave them fresh sheets, pillows and towels and even a toothpaste…

The next day, the carnival continued… But by then they were on my side… they rediscovered their humanity and I realised that my inner-whatever-you-may-call-it was alive and well.

Four pm the curtains fell on the raid… And then the nightmare really began… for with my accounts frozen, I had no money. Where would I get the money to put food on the table? Worse, I couldn't book my air ticket for my daughter's delivery…

The funny thing was that, I should have been… distraught… I wasn’t… For that little potent piece inside that can't be touched or diluted had blossomed… There was this gloriously liberating feeling… I felt safe… with nothing in hand I felt safer than I had ever felt… I realised I needed nothing… I had me…

The accounts became operable after a month, and through it all, one lived, ate, slept, had nightmares… but below was a deeper reassurance, through the two days and the dark month that followed... it held me up… and if you let it, it can hold all of us up…

Cheers
Purple

 
 

 

 
 

Dearest Purple... thank you for sharing... your grace under pressure... May it give others under intolerable pressure the strength to hold on... the courage to keep your chin high... the grace to find a better way...