How the difference of Rs.22/- between Petrol with Diesel happens only in India? Yesterday companies said they had now a short of Rs.5 per Diesel at present price of Rs.44/ltr.

India has taken steps to de-regularize the petrol prices and increase diesel prices. In effect petrol and diesel prices are raised by 3 rupees and 2 rupees respectively. Kerosene was increased by 3 rupees per liter and the Liquefied Petroleum Gas(LPG) rate is increased by 35 rupees per cylinder.


Even after the hike in the four sensitive petroleum products, government of India still has to under recover 53,000 crore rupees or $11.3 billion. At current international prices the under recoveries of the oil marketing companies would translate to Rs.17.92 per litre on Kerosene, Rs.261.90 per cylinder on Domestic LPG and Rs. 1.5 per liter for diesel.

When compared with India’s neighboring countries, the prices of petrol and diesel are higher but the cost of kerosene and LPG are much lower.

The consumer price of Kerosene in India’s neighboring countries :

1. Rs.35.97/litre in Pakistan

2. Rs.29.43/litre in Bangladesh

3. Rs.21.02/litre in Sri Lanka

4. Rs.39.24/litre in Nepal.

The consumer price of LPG in India’s neighboring countries :

1. Rs.577.18/ cylinder in Pakistan

2. Rs.537.37/ cylinder in Bangladesh

3. Rs.822.65/ cylinder in Sri Lanka

4. Rs.782.84/ cylinder in Nepal

Coming to petrol, in April 2010, the cost of a liter petrol in Delhi was 47.93 rupees per liter. But as per the government of India, if it was market determined then it should be 54.61 rupees per liter. Not sure how the figure of 54.61 was arrived at but at 47.93 per liter the actual cost of petrol is 26.34 rupees per liter before all the taxes.

Here is the breakdown of the taxes charged by the government in various forms. From the time it is refined to the time it reaches the consumers.

1. Excise duty : 14.35 rupees per liter

2. Customs duty : 7.5 percent

3. Sales tax or VAT : 20 %

The total taxes amount to 45 % of the final cost of the petrol. With a 26.34 rupees per liter of petrol if we add all of the taxes it comes to 47.93 rupees per liter, the cost of petrol in Delhi before the recent hike.

The crude in international market is now at $92.35 per barrel. If barrel is taken to be 158.99 liters then the cost of crude would be some 58 cents which would mean the crude cost is 26 rupees. And the cost of refining crude should be added up to. The cost of refining is hard to find out and looking at the difference it should be around 5.34 rupees per liter of petrol. I somehow find that hard to believe and I thought the cost of refining would be much higher. Crude goes through a lot to become petrol. Crude Distillation Unit (CDU), Vacuum Distillation Unit(VDU), Fluid Catalytic Cracking Unit (FCC), Hydro-cracker, Coker unit, Lube Unit are the several things which crude goes through to become petrol or diesel.

If a barrel of crude oil in International market is $140, as it was in 2008, and if the petrol prices were left to the market fluctuations then the cost of petrol in retail market would be 70 rupees per liter. This was exactly the rate at which Shell sold petrol in 2008. Shell is the lone private retailer along with Reliance. Both Shell and Reliance had shut down many of their shops as they couldn’t compete with the government owned oil marketing companies which were absorbing the shocks. This has done two things. It kept private sector out of the competition and it has shielded people from price hikes and falls and inherently made them oblivious to the consumption control.

India’s oil subsidies are 0.4 percent of India’s total budget in 2008. Why go through the convoluted path of shielding consumers from price hikes and falls, absorb that loss from the oil marketing companies and ultimately put that back on India’s national budget which again is coming from the tax money?

There are lot of things which I don’t understand and this petrol diesel mess is on of them. And coming to the strike, what the opposition parties want is the rollback of petrol prices. Not one of them are talking about the ridiculous taxes (close to 50%) on these petroleum products. Shouldn’t they be concerned about the taxes than the price hike? And the cost of today’s strike to nation’s economy is $2bn, who is footing that bill and who is organizing a strike for it?

See the Petrol prices

Pakistan - $1.01/Ltr

India - $1.41/Ltr



Tax on petrol worldwide;

USA - 33%

Japan-44%

Srilanka-37%

Pakistan-40&

but in India, it is 52%...



Moreover...

2-5 years back, Crude oil was costing - $133/Barrel

But today it is 91$/Barrel...

5 years back petrol costed to indians was - abt Rs.35-40/Ltr

and now it is abt Rs.70/Ltr..

• Must see the old calculations:::Basic Price = Rs 21.93 Excise duty = Rs 14.35 Education Tax = Rs 0.43 Dealer commission = Rs 1.05 VAT = Rs 5.5 Crude Oil Custom duty = Rs 1.1 Petrol Custom = Rs 1.54 Transportation Charge = Rs 6.00 Total price = Rs 51.90

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• See the calculations

1 gallon = 3.78 liters

I barrel crude=159 liters (42 US gallons)

Crude price = 92(London), brent 105

If brent, 105$*Rs44=Rs. 4620 ie Rs. 29/liter

Cost of 1 lt of crude=29

Converting cost/lt =5

Tax 52% =15

Delear comm. = 1.5

Transportation = 7

Total price to be (utmost maximam) =57.5

In case of London crude 92*44=4048 ie26

Con cost =5

Tax 52 %=14

Delear comm. = 1.5

Transportation =7

Total price to be (utmost maximam) =53.5

See the way they fooled the peoples of india by the world undercut… fight against chaos … better the way protest to protect us…

Private Practise Sindabad!!!!!!!!!!

ആതുരസേവനത്തിനായി 'കോടികളുടെ' നിര!!!!!!!!!!!


ശുഷ്കമായികൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്ന സേവനസന്നദ്ധതയ്കൊരു വിരാമം. അത്യന്തം സേവന തത്പരരായ യുവതീയുവാക്കളുടെ മാതാപിതാക്കള്‍ കോടികള്‍ വാരിയെരിഞ്ഞ് തങ്ങളുടെ മക്കളെ സേവന സന്നദ്ദരാക്കാന്‍ പെടാപ്പാട്പെടുന്നു.

ആതുരസേവന മേഖലയ്ക്കാണ് ഈ സൗഭാഗൃം ലഭിച്ചിരിയക്കുന്നത്. പഠിക്കാന്‍ ബഹുസമര്‍ദ്ധരായ തങ്ങളുടെ സന്താനങ്ങളെ ഈ മേഖലയിലേക്ക് സംഭാവന നല്‍കി രാഷ്ട്രത്തിന് മാതൃക കാട്ടുകയാണ് കേരളത്തിലെ ഈ മാതാപിതാക്കള്‍ !!!.

മെഡിക്കല്‍ പ്രവേശന പരീക്ഷയില്‍ യോഗ്യതയില്ലെങ്കിലും തങ്ങളാല്‍ ആവത് സന്ബാദ്ദൃം വിററുപെറുക്കി മക്കളെ സേവന സന്നദ്ദരാക്കുകയെന്നതാണ് ഇവരുടെ പരമൊന്നത ലക്ഷ്യം. ഇത് സ്വന്തം രാജ്ജ്യത്തൊടുളള കടപ്പാടായി ഒരു പ്രതിജ്ഞയായി പരിപാലിച്ചുവരുന്നു.

അര്‍ഹതയില്ലാത്ത ആവശൃത്തിനായി ലക്ഷങ്ങളും കോടികളും ചിലവിട്ട് ആതുരസേവനരംഗത്തേക്ക് കൈപിടിച്ചാനയിക്കുന്ന ഇവരാല്‍ സേവിക്കപ്പെടുന്നത് സമൂഹമോ അതൊ ഇവരുടെ കുടുംബങ്ങളോ????

ശസ്ത്രക്രിയാ ഉപകരണങ്ങള്‍ ഉളളില്‍ നിക്ഷേപിച്ച് ഉദരം തുന്നിക്കെട്ടിയ രൊഗിയുടെ അവസ്ഥയാണ് ഇവരാല്‍ സ്രിഷ്ടിക്കപ്പെടുവാന്‍പൊകുന്നതെന്നൊര്‍ക്കുക...!!!!!!!!!!!

പ്രെെവറ്റ് പ്രാക്ടീസ് സിന്താബാദ്!!!!!!!!!!

The Boy and a Tree - Moral Story

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow.. he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by.. the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. ‘Come and play with me’ the tree asked the boy. ‘I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more’ the boy replied. ‘I want toys. I need money to buy them.’ ‘Sorry, but I do not have money.. but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.’ The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited ‘Come and play with me’ the tree said. ‘I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.’ So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. ‘Come and play with me!’ the tree said. ‘I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?’ said the man. ‘Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.’ So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years. ‘Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you’ the tree said. ‘No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite’ the man replied. ‘No more trunk for you to climb on’ the tree said. ‘I am too old for that now’ the man said. ‘I really cannot give you anything.. the only thing left is my dying roots’ the tree said with tears. ‘I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years’ the man replied. ‘Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest.’ The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears..

Moral: The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad.. When we grow up, we leave them.. only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted we don’t appreciate all they do for us until it’s too late.

Mother’s Sacrifice - Moral Story

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.

I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.

And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.

She wrote:

My son,

I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.

You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me.

I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.

My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…

Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities. Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise us better than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had. They never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams. They always try showing right path and being motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made by kids. There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what they need and it is just time, love and respect.

Rose for Mother - Moral Story

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”

The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.” He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers. As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.” She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

Moral: Life is Short. Spend much time as you can loving and caring people who love you. Enjoy each moment with them before it’s too late. There is nothing important than family.

The Praying Hands - Moral Story

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”

Moral: The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one – no one – ever makes it alone!

Five More Minutes- Moral Story

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. “That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. “He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?” Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.” The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.” The man smiled and said, “OK.” “May, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa. She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Moral: Life is all about making priorities, and family is one and only priority on top of all other, so spend all time you can with loved ones.

The Ship of Friendship-Moral story

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.

The two survivors who have been a good friends, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man’s parcel of land remained barren.

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.

Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island.

He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”

“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered. “His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”

“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him. “He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”

“Tell me,” the first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”

“He prayed that all your prayers be answered ”

Moral: For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us (Congregational Prayer). Value your friends, don’t leave your loved ones behind.

 

Grandpa’s Table-Moral Story

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in- law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’ s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped, the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in- law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about Grandfather, ” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’ s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather’ s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Moral: Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders and role models. Because Children are our future. Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference. Take care of yourself, … and those you love, … today, … and everyday!