When a baker turns to surgery, or a kite flyer to avionics, a philosopher to children’s book writing, you know life is topsy-turvy. But when, my dear, when an MBA grad from Delhi decides to take on the law, you really do suffer. Words do injustice to the crimes he has inflicted upon me. I now realize that we did learn something in our five year law course. That we did understand that courts are not where we throw our arms wide open and say “judge sahab!! mujhay tareek nahin insaaf chahiye”
He has re-defined contempt, both civil and criminal. He files writs going into 300 pages. He then asks me, “Did you like my petition?” #$@#$!% He has also made it clear that he wants all his matters to be listed before only one particular bench. Then he also says judges play favourite.
And I have had the fortune of dealing with him on a one on one basis. Daily.
Is it stupidity or sheer optimism? Have I become a cynic?
