#excise

[eliteprepsat]

[rachit111]

ECC: Excise Control Code

ECC stands for Excise Control Code. It is a PAN-based 15-digit alphanumeric registration number given to all who are liable to pay excise duty under Central Excise Act.

[jeannahas]

Judgement

Heartbeats.

Again. Pulsing. Deep. Rhythmic.

A heart, stationary in a dark space, beating. blood flowing. Dark, twisted. greedy.

Rage. Mine- deep, sudden, unprovoked.

Faster, faster, heat rising, almost crushing itself in a desperate fear -

Smoke. Embers, Curling flames along the edge of paper, a charring of the tissues, trails of dark fire racing across the veins, the arteries, one final THUMP -

Ash.

One word, loud, overbearing, filling every FIBER of my being -

EXCISE.

I sit up.

My blankets lie far to the side of me, cast off at some point during the night, as I gulp for air, my arms trembling in that way they always did when I was dragged from sleep, as my nerves struggled to connect to my mind once again, struggled to fight through the murk of sleep. I felt a pain - a stabbing headache like a migraine, as I force my eyes to open, staring at the hardwood floor of my small one bedroom apartment, as that dream haunted my thoughts. My body was still stiff, and limp, at the same time - but my mind was as far from sleep as it could have been.

I fumbled for my phone at the edge of the nightstand, wincing as it flared to life at full brightness before I tamed the overbearing light, rapidly typing into the searchbar: "Excise - to remove a section of a document." That wasn't right. I scrolled for more definitions - Root: Ex- to remove, out of, cise - cut. Ok... to cut out, to remove. Apparently it was a term that was sometimes applied to medicine, to cutting things out, cutting out bad tissue. Or something.

I rubbed my eyes, but opened them again, staring blankly at the floor, before I forced myself to stand. That dream... Felt different. Felt important. My arm twitched, and I winced in pain, glancing down as my hand seemed to clench. I felt my heartbeat spasm, and I gasped as I fell to my knees, but the feeling subsided almost immediately.

I opened my phone - opened the news.

A livestream - playing. Had I left it running? It was some political campaign, and everyone was in a panic.

Ah. The title mentioned The Orange Idiot. Wait - a stretcher? Medical staff rushing onto the stage?

By the end of the day I knew what had happened. It was published all over the news everywhere, and soon YouTubers and news sites were directing it.

Assassination - probably. He had collapsed on the stage, clutching his chest as his eyes went wide, limbs spasming in pain and some kind of horror mid-speech. He fell to the ground, and medics rushed over, and reportedly he clutched at them and tried to speak - and promptly died.

It was the autopsy report that stuck with me. The description.

His heart - immolated. Charred, all the tissue around it burned as if the heart had been the source of the flame.

It couldn't be....

Right?

I had to know. I had to test my dumb theory. Because each night, I had the same dream. But it was not the same heart, each night different, different feelings, different thoughts.

Always, the dream ended with the same chilling word.

EXCISE.

That morning, I woke up early. And actually got up, got dressed, and walked into the living room as the sun began to rise, just barely peeking into the second floor of my apartement. In my hand... a list. Names. ones I knew. Cancers. Corrupt tissue in society. Only five. Just in case... something.

Shakily, I drew the blinds, cutting out the sun. I turned on the TV, and flipped it to the first live story I was casting from my phone. It had been live for the Orange Idiot, maybe that was important?

I tuned into the first one. An interview. Rare, with this individual. He talked about his plans for expansion - for automation. The reporter accused him of mistreating his employees as he managed the many warehouses - of how easy it would be for him to solve some of the big issues that threatened humanity - or at least the nation.

It wasn't even voluntary.

I could SEE it. Beating. In his chest. A heart. A faint, ghostly echo, superimposed before my eyes. It beat calmly. emotions wafting off of it- pride, disinterest, frustration at being challenged.

I extended my hand, trembling, and for a moment, it felt as if I held that heart in my hands. I saw him hesitate, pause, touch his chest with a perplexed expression as my hand gripped the phantom heart before my gaze. It felt like a stood before him, above him, below, smelling everything, feeling the emotions and confusion.

I flexed.

Pain flared in my chest too, but I didn't let go. In the span of a second - maybe two - the heart was reduced to char. It faded from my view, and suddenly, the video caught up to me. The man - wealthier than almost any other on earth, cried out once in pain, before the fire seared the edges of his lungs, whips of smoke puffing out of his mouth for a moment as he clutched at his chest, pitching over sideways.

Screams.

I turned the TV off. Turned my phone off.

It was... true then.

I looked back at my list. Steeled myself.

Three died that day. I tried to do it with photos - with recordings- nothing.

There was a lot of experimentation that week. Videos of people getting kidnapped, realizing that I couldn't seem to affect things that happened to far in the past. Photos didn't work either.

Word spread of a terrorist movement. Of billionaires and a few governemtn officials - from a couple different countries- dropping dead.

Dictators made live speeches.

Putin.

A few others.

Everyone stopped making live speeches. They noticed the trend. I knew I had to be careful. Had to bide my time. When it was happening, in that moment I could feel that heart in my grasp... I felt things. Emotions. Not my emotions either, I knew that much. I KNEW something terrible. The worst thing that heart desired.

There is so much I wish I could erase from my mind. I threw up the first few times thinking about it. But as evidence of this... curse? Ability? Power? Became irrefutable, I began to see it as something of a duty. I kept up with the news. Made a point to learn about events. Bought binoculars.

A few were... somewhat petty. Three CEO's. Not the most evil... but knowing someone's heart, knowing without a doubt they see people only as something to be extorted... it made it easier in those cases.

After a month, people began making live speeches again. but no one I KNEW was guilty like those first few - I suspected, of course, but I still hadn't tried to... stop the process, once I could see the heart. I didn't know If I could stop it, it felt so automatic. I didn't want to rest causing harm, instead of good. Excising dead tissue can be necessary for healing - but I reminded myself that if done carelessly, limbs can be lost, and irreparable damage can be dealt easily.

Speculation continued as to how the terrorists had managed to strike all over the world in such a short span without being caught - some were calling them acts of god - true maybe, if god was responsible for this - while others called it the work of the devil, or a conspiracy.

I was walking by an alleyway - lost track of time at work. It was winter, and the dark had set in fast. I was walking, had blown a tire.

I heard the gunshot - saw the man rifling through her pockets as her breathing turned ragged.

I didn't even think. Rage pulsed like a fire through my veins.

I gripped his soul - another heart reduced to cinders, his last breath a puff of ash.

It hit the news. The difference of the scale of crime had stood out to everyone. The first time it hadn't been live, the first "petty crime." They found the body of the dead girl, of course, and could tell that he shot her - he was still holding the gun.

A wildfire of speculation. People wondered if it was a group of dedicated vigilantes with rare technology, or if the murdurer had been a member of the "Terrorists" who had gotten on their bad side.

They all guessed wrong. In a dozen different ways. Work closed for a little while.

I left to a rally. A senator - trying to get reelected despite his lies.

This was risky. could they track it back to me? Was that even possible? They could maybe look for patterns in where my cell phone was right? For these ones, where I couldn't just look on the television?

Nevertheless - binoculars raised.

a cruel heart reduced to Cinders. A heart dedicated to wealth, to separating families, to suffering - to dehumanization as a tool of power.

Another corpse on a stage, as cheers and chants turned to screams, as people began to run.

I'd never seen this part. The panic, the fear from the masses. I felt guilty about that. I'd only ever thought about the removal - not the trauma.

It made sense. I hadn't felt the same since the first time I'd done this on purpose.

I almost was trampled. Police arrived, tried to lock everyone in in a bid to find the assassin - rubber bullets, tear gas, any other number of things - police in full riot armor, beating and striking.

One stood in front of me- my eyes met his.

I saw only cruelty.

My eyes locked with his partner's. He was young - in those eyes I saw only fear- a desire not to hurt.

I looked back at the larger man, with the raised baton about to crash down onto my head.

I snarled.

That's all it took. He collapsed, clutching his chest, and I ran with the rest of the fleeing crowd.

I took it slow that month. My family asked if I was alright after having witnessed that, that they found it odd for me to be there at that rally anyway, and they hoped that nothing else happened.

Then something curious happened.

I found a page.

It was just called "The Death List". It bore names of several individuals. CEOs, politicians, murderers, criminals, rapists, and any other number of things.

The name was adopted by the press as the name for this Terrorist Movement that was Me - because anytime I... did what I did - that name was moved to the top of the list - and immediately crossed off.

Two months I did nothing. Then I scratched the first seven names I had been able to verify- and a few others - which I was able to find live events for - off of the list. Murderers and rapists on trial, corrupt officials. One - another of the wealthiest - as he gazed proudly at one of his stolen creations. His bid to immortality.

A few social media sits gained new CEOs that day, coincidentally, with that last mark.

The manhunt began in earnest then. All over the United States, people were searching for members of the "Deathlist" - and many many people were accused. I didn't know what to do about that. How to respond. The deathless itself became a closely monitored site, and I didn't really dare to access it - but copies of the list were thrown up almost everywhere. Researched endlessly. Vetted and disputed.

So I decided to go to an event. I didn't have any other abilities. I was a normal person - just with one dark gift. bullets, knives, punches, bricks - all still the same. Just as painful - just as lethal. This time each person was checked religiously as they entered, and cleared. We couldn't actually see the speaker. Her face was projected onto the screen alongside her name.

That was all I needed. I waited until she said something I knew to be false - until she claimed a LIE I FELT deep inside her soul.

And it burned.

I was trampled that day. Was rendered uncurious. Was detained with 200 other people who hadn't slipped away in the chaos.

We were released eventually. No wire, no mic- but oh boy were we marked to be monitored. They were looking for trends now, patterns.

So I've waited.

And I'll wait. I see changes. Evil being hidden, being repressed in a bid to stay out of the spotlight under the chaos of upheaval and sudden changes. Instability, revolutions, revolts in some places.

But in the meantime.... I'm watching the list. watching as billionaires and cartel kings hide their wealth in new ways the list tracks - watching as live updates of private jets are posted to the Deathlist.

The body of the society knows it is sick -

it has identified the cancer to be excised.

[mlearningindia2023]

CENTRAL EXCISE DAY !!

[opennewspaper]

Delhi excise scam case: Dinesh Arora worked on behalf of AAP leaders Sisodia, Vijay Nair, alleges ED

Businessman Dinesh Arora, a CBI witness in the Delhi excise policy case, was “one of the main conspirators” in this alleged scam and was working on behalf of AAP leaders Manish Sisodia and Vijay Nair, the Enforcement Directorate alleged before a local court on Friday. The federal agency arrested Arora late on Thursday night after prolonged questioning. It produced him before the special…

[rsabmp]

Celebrating "CENTRAL EXCISE DAY" प्रतिवर्ष 24 फरवरी को केन्द्रीय अप्रत्यक्ष कर व सीमा शुल्क बोर्ड द्वारा देश भर में केन्द्रीय उत्पाद शुल्क दिवस (Central Excise Day) मनाया जाता है। इस दिवस को देश के प्रति केन्द्रीय उत्पाद व सीमा शुल्क बोर्ड की सेवा में योगदान देने के लिए मनाया जाता है। इस दिन को मनाने का उद्देश्य लोगों को केंद्रीय उत्पाद और सीमा शुल्क बोर्ड के महत्व से रूबरू करवाना है तथा इसके प्रति (Central Excise Day 2023) जागरूक करना है। इस दिन बोर्ड की ओर से कई सारे कार्यक्रम आयोजित किए जाते हैं, जिसमें सेमिनार कार्यशालाएं, सांस्कृतिक कार्यक्रम, प्रतियोगिताएं और पुरस्कार समारोह शामिल हैं। इस दिन का उद्देश्य बोर्ड के अधिकारियों द्वारा किए जा रहे अथक प्रयासों व कड़ी मेहनत को सम्मानित करना है। तथा लोगों को इससे जागरूक करना है। यही कारण है कि इस दिन बोर्ड द्वारा तरह तरह के कार्यक्रम आयोजित किए जाते हैं और लोगों को इसके महत्व को समझाया जाता है। आपको बता दें केंद्रीय सीमा शुल्क और उत्पाद बोर्ड केंद्रीय वित्त मंत्रालय के अंतर्गत आजाता है। यह एक प्रकार का अप्रत्यक्ष कर होता है। केंद्रीय उत्पाद शुल्क दिवस का इतिहास सैकड़ों वर्ष पुराना है। ब्रिटिश शासनकाल के दौरान साल 1855 में उत्पाद शुल्क विभाग की स्थापना की गई थी। जो हर प्रकार के अप्रत्यक्ष कर, कस्टम ड्यूटी और एक्साइज ड्यूटी पर निगरानी रखती था। इसके लिए अधिकारियों का चयन किया गया था। वहीं आज ही के दिन साल 1944 में केंद्रीय उत्पाद शुल्क बनाया गया था। यह अधिनियम नमक और सेंट्रल ड्यूटी से संबंधित कानून में बदलाव करने के लिए पारित किया गया था। इस दिन को मनाने का उद्देश्य देश में आम जनता को केंद्रीय उत्पाद शुल्क और सेवा के महत्व से जागरूक करवाना है। इसके लिए इस दिन बोर्ड द्वारा कई जागरूकता अभियान चलाया जाता है। तथा लोगो को इसके प्रति जागरूक किया जाता है। सीबीआईसी के अध्यक्ष: विवेक जोहरी सीबीआईसी मुख्यालय: नई दिल्ली सीबीआईसी की स्थापना: 1 जनवरी 1964 #excise #tax #vat #vatcompliance #audit #fta #taxes #businesstaxes #imf #gazt #nbr #taxseason #finance #taxtips #sme #taxation #vatreturn #taxadvice #vatfiling #taxcompliance #ksavat #vatregistration #gccvat #taxengine #uaevat #emtax #usa #fitness #healthylifestyle #dodoma (at भीमपुरा नंबर १ जिला बलिया उत्तर प्रदेश) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpDGIjTJo3w/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[creditmoney]

Let us appreciate the significant role played by the excise department in ensuring revenue generation and protecting our economy from illicit trade.

[livesanskrit]

Send from Sansgreet Android App. Sanskrit greetings app from team @livesanskrit . It's the first Android app for sending @sanskrit greetings. Download app from https://livesanskrit.com/sansgreet Central Excise Day. Central Excise Day is celebrated every year on February 24 across the whole India to encourage the employees of excise department to carry out the central excise duty all over India in better way in order and even to prevent the corruption in goods manufacturing business as well as implement other rules to carry out best possible excise services. To mark the occasion various seminars, workshops, educational and cultural events, awareness programs, competitions, and award ceremonies are organized all over the country. Apart from it, awareness programs are also run by the concerned departments and higher authorities. #sansgreet #sanskritgreetings #greetingsinsanskrit #sanskritquotes #sanskritthoughts #emergingsanskrit #sanskrittrends #trendsinsanskrit #livesanskrit #sanskritlanguage #sanskritlove #sanskritdailyquotes #sanskritdailythoughts #sanskrit #resanskrit #centralexcise #excise #celebratingsanskrit #excisetax #cbec #tax #excisedepartment #customs #customsdepartment #indiancustoms #corruption #central #customsofficer #exciseinspector #exciseofficer https://www.instagram.com/p/CpA6FJDPeEF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[farahatcouae]

ما هي الضرائب الانتقائية في الامارات؟

الضرائب الانتقائية في الامارات هي ضرائب تُفرض على سلع وخدمات معينة ، تعتبر ضارة أو غير أساسية ، مثل التبغ والكحول .

تُفرض ضرائب الاستهلاك عادةً كمبلغ ثابت لكل وحدة ، مثل كل علبة سجائر ، أو كنسبة مئوية من سعر المنتج. الغرض من الضرائب غير المباشرة ذو شقين. أولاً ، تهدف إلى زيادة الإيرادات للحكومة. ثانيًا ، تم تصميمها لتثبيط استهلاك هذه المنتجات بجعلها أكثر تكلفة.

غالبًا ما تُستخدم ضرائب الاستهلاك لتمويل برامج أو مبادرات حكومية محددة ، مثل برامج الصحة العامة ، وإنشاء الطرق السريعة وصيانتها ، والبرامج البيئية.

[dailysarkariupdate]

MP Excise Constable Recruitment 2022-23: [200 Post] Notification Out; Apply Online | Madhya Pradesh Excise Constable Post Bharti

MP Excise Constable Recruitment 2022-23: [200 Post] Notification Out; Apply Online | Madhya Pradesh Excise Constable Post Bharti

MP Excise Constable Recruitment: जो युवा Professional Examination Board (MPPEB) में Excise Constable के रूप में अपना करियर बनाना चाहते हैं और जिन्होंने 12 वी की पढ़ाई कर ली है, तो अब आप अपना करियर बना सकते हैं, मध्य प्रदेश सरकार आपके लिए एक सुनेहरा मौका लेकर आई हैं आप भी एक्साइज कांस्टेबल बन सकते हैं,आपको इस आर्टिकल में MP Excise Constable Recruitment 2022-23 बारे में छोटी से छोटी जानकारी विस्तार…

[rojgarkitalash]

MPESB Excise Constable Online Form 2022

MPESB Excise Constable Online Form 2022

MPESB Excise Constable Online Form 2022: We Inform you about the Free Job Alert In MP, The Madhya Pradesh Employee Selection Board (MPESB) has released the government job notification for the recruitment of MP Excise Constable with 200 Posts. Candidate who are eligible & Interested in vacancy details may apply online application form through the official website www.peb.mp.gov.in which is…

[e-mptyflowerfields]

Favourite movie genre: weird girls doing weird shit

May (2002), Excision (2012), Gingersnaps (2000)

[brightpunjabexpress]

Enforcement Wing of Taxation Department registers 63.7 percent increase in recovery: Harpal Singh Cheema

Enforcement Wing of Taxation Department registers 63.7 percent increase in recovery: Harpal Singh Cheema

Says, Punjab Government adopted supportive approach towards honest taxpayers, strict measures against tax evaders Taxation Department planning to institute Tax Intelligence Unit at Head Office, Patiala Chandigarh, September 12 Punjab Finance, Planning, Excise and Taxation Minister Advocate Harpal Singh Cheema on Monday said that the Enforcement Wing (State GST) of the Taxation Department has…

[bharatlivenewsmedia]

Delhi Excise Policy Scam: दिल्लीचे उपमुख्यमंत्री मनीष सिसोदियांसह १३ जणांविरोधात सीबीआयकडून लूक आऊट नोटीस जारी

Delhi Excise Policy Scam: दिल्लीचे उपमुख्यमंत्री मनीष सिसोदियांसह १३ जणांविरोधात सीबीआयकडून लूक आऊट नोटीस जारी

Delhi Excise Policy Scam: दिल्लीचे उपमुख्यमंत्री मनीष सिसोदियांसह १३ जणांविरोधात सीबीआयकडून लूक आऊट नोटीस जारी भाजपा आणि मोदी सरकारकडून लक्ष्य केले जात असल्याचा मनीष सिसोदियांचा आरोप केंद्रीय अन्वेशन विभागाने (CBI)  दिल्लीचे उपमुख्यमंत्री मनीष सिसोदिया यांच्यासह १३ जणांविरोधात लूक आऊट नोटीस जारी केली आहे. दिल्ली उत्पादन शुल्क धोरणाच्या अंमलबजावणीतील कथित भ्रष्टाचारप्रकरणी ही कारवाई करण्यात आली…

[brighteuphony]

@xoxo-lahh

So in this verse, Tsunade never ends up teaching Sakura- as that role is fulfilled by Chiyo. (But she DOES return to Konoha eventually).

And Chiyo's first rule (for everything lol) is: Nothing is Free.

Chiyo always demanded something in return for healing, and unlike Tsunade, she considered medical jutsu a part of her arsenal. If it could kill, then it was always an option.

So Sakura learned from that mindset, trading her services and using her rare skillet as a powerful negotiating tactic, especially during Tea Country's civil war. Her healing effectively kept her, Enji, and Saeko in relative safety and provided her a card to play when she needed.

And, while Sakura is nowhere near as jaded as Chiyo is, and often enough of a bleeding heart to help people for damn near free, (a place to stay, food for the night, a new holster for her kunai), she is also VERY pragmatic about her skillset. The civil war taught her that sometimes, letting someone die is better. This puts her at odds with Tsunade, who has a very different mindset (and was, historically, bitter enemies with Chiyo).

Another issue that arises with Tsunade, is that the Godaime is a doctor- while Chiyo is more of a healer. Their understanding of the human body comes from a different place.

Tsunade can name every bone and muscle and perform open-heart surgeries. Sakura can heal bone and stitch back together muscles and flesh on a very basic level, but she's never going to be able to open up a human body and revolutionize medical history like she does in canon. (In canon, Sakura creates a Jutsu that allows her to do a four-man surgery alone; she can't do that here.)

However, she can do some stuff that Tsunade claims is impossible—like reconstructing/altering someone's chakra network, unblocking tenketsu, sometimes turning off someone's dojutsu from a distance, and lite-healing remotely (Tsunade is very upset about this one specifically). A lot of it comes from her mastery of Genjutsu.

Genjutsu, as I reworked in my comic, requires a complete understanding of someone's chakra network to control ALL their senses. Sakura's understanding and control are so prodigious that she can almost autonomously control people's bodily functions (a skillset that is GREATLY aided by training with Chiyo's puppet mastery).

She uses Genjutsu as a tool to understand the body and employs it as both support (helping an ally maintain a sense of gravity as they're pulled underground or flung in the air, etc) and offense.

And that's it for the wall of text! Once again, thank you SO much for the amazingly kind words and all the interest in this AU! <3