I have been avoiding Satya, the guy who does my taxes, for the past month now.
I have been cheating on him with another accountant.
This other guy now has my papers. I have allowed this new guy to study my files, peruse my account and do my paperwork. I’ve even given him a Form 16, something Satya has been asking from me forever.
I have been with Satya for about a year now. We’ve gone through the PAN card process together, the TDS stuff and all the rest of it. Our meetings were brief but meaningful.
A signature here, a stamped paper there.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I needed someone who was passionate about my paperwork.
So I cheated.
Yesterday Satya called me and I did not pick up the phone because I knew I had to tell him.
I had to break up with the man who saved my money last year.
This is how the conversation went in my head:
Me: Hello?
Satya: Hi, It’s me… You know tomorrow is the last day right… (Voice trails off)
Me: Yea. I know… Listen, we need to talk…
Satya: Oh? What about? Are your papers not….
Me: Never mind the papers.
Satya: What?
Me: I’m getting my taxes done from someone else. I can’t do this anymore.
Satya: What?
Me: Listen, I needed to. He seems so much more into it. I know you have other clients….
Satya: What?
Me: Don’t do this! You know what I’m talking about!
Satya: But…but why? All I ever asked for is your Form 16, maybe sometimes too many times.
But, I did it for you..
Me: I know. I know. It’s not you. It’s me. I need more. I need someone who is into me.
Satya: I am into you. I’m the one that keeps calling. Do I even expect anything from you?
Me: I’m sorry. I really am. But I have to do this for myself. One day you’ll understand. We can still be friends and send each other Diwali cards.
Satya: (sighs melancholically)
So armed with what I was going to say, I called him back.
This is how the conversation went.
Satya: Hello?
Me: Hi, It’s me…
Satya: Oh hi...
Me: Yea. I know… Listen, we need to talk…(Voice trails off)
Satya: What about? Your papers?
Me: Never mind the papers. I’m getting my taxes done from someone else.
Satya: Oh ok.
Me: What?
Satya: Fine, I believe you owe me 1000 rupees for last year.
Me: What?
Satya: You can give me a check. Better still, mail it.
Me: What?
Satya: Ok. Bye
Me: Errm. Bye? Is that….
(click)
Arrgh.
Men. I despise men.
13 comments:
know any women who might be interested in filing my taxes for me? ;)
ahahhahaha!! hilarious stuff!
excellent post.
I'm equally impressed you actually earn enough money to give it away to TWO accountants. I can only dream of one day earning enough money to need an accountant who doesn't look at my earnings and laugh.
you had me at that hello. you're a real slut.
As an accountant, I know the heartache of being dumped for someone else with a bigger calculator. Poor guy :(
:)
Nice. This.
Ajeya - it's not as exciting as it sounds.
Neha - Thank you kindly.
Scritch - It took time and working my ass off to get into the tax bracket... and now i wish i hadn't taken all that trouble.
Satya - you know i will always love you.
Jones - I'm sorry. For everything :(
Cirtus - :)
Kned - Blush... Sigh... Blush... Gee... thanks.
hahahaha...
satya bachh gaya :P
(ave! came across your blog through some random comment someplace, yadda yadda)
hahahaha, hil-fuckin-arious. have to agree with scritch though.
:)
nice post !!!
haha.. satya is a dude i wud say ... yea random shit it was.. sorry.
You pay taxes?
And to be fair, these kind of men account for a very small portion of the population.
account .... get it?
*sigh*
But yes, you're funny.
Damn funny (Applause) was randomly reading...u rock woman!!
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