The Judgment day

Today when I reached office to see the cause list to see my which ever cases that were posted for hearing in my allotments, I received twin shock. One was CMA 945 of 2008 which was posted for Judgment today and the other C.S. 855 of 2006 whcih had come for hearing after it was posted before Court for steps were not taken before Master though we had genuine reasons for the same.

CMA 945 of 2008

It was a case relating to motor vehicala Act and we represented repondents 1 and 2. The Tribunal had awarded a sum of more than 50, 000 even before 10 years and the Insurance company, the appellant had come against the order in appeal. I have had witnessed this case getting simply passed over and indefinite adjournemenet in the last 4 months and I believe this being the case for years for the parties in this case are so many and so the counsels who represent them, so it was practically difficlut for every lawyers to present together when the matter was called to make theri submissions. however the Judge asked the appellant counsel to make his submisison and after it was over, the matter was posted for respondents areguments. Sincer we represented the 1st and 2nd respondent, everytime the matter reached, i was asked by the Judge if i was ready but I would never give him an affirmative answer. instead i would alwyas get an agdjourent.

A day came when i lost my patience. i felt embarrased about myself for i thougth i was the casue for the case being prolonged and when i informed about the situatuion to my senior who in reponse simply told me via a sms "you argue its a good case". I could not believe it in my eyes that i received such a message, so when the matter reached on that day i immidiatley tool an adjournenmt amiss severe critisisim from the other side who blamed me one more time for proonging the case however this time i had serios intientin to prepare and come and argue next time. so i told the judge how i am goung to attack the very asha rani case which the opponent cousnel is relying on for theuir contention.

Showering Hope

Early Morning showers are so beautiful to watch through the bed room window still lying at the bed, especially when it comes coupled with the strong feel of sea breeze.

The day promised a cloudy climate. Having lost my mobile again two days ago, I had to use the wall-clock instead to ascertain the time I had lost my mobile which I use to . Since it’s very cloudy and I’d lost my mobile just a two days before, I dint exactly know the time. My mind was pre-occupied with so many other tensions which hardly gave me any leeway to share my emotions with it. I needed to leave in another 20 minutes to office. I have been considered in office as someone who was not keeping his time. I needed to rectify it for my ownshake

{The TIME was the essence of discussion between Singaram CHittapa and I when we met each other over a coffee on last Friday, i.e. ……… He asked me what was the difference between the three medalist in a Olympic. I answed him “microseconds”. Having appreciated my immediate and right answer, he further added how a microsecond has the power to decide the fate between a winner and loser, the latter may still be accorded with a silver or bronze medal for he is no less competent to the former but it was the microsecond that fetched the gold medalist the tag “Winner”. He cited his real life example of how he would have become atleast an Assistant manager in the …….if he had kept his time but because he dint, he had to lose that chance to people of less competence than him. I promised him I would always keep up my time and with that we had a gentle departure}

Last night when I was returning back from office, it was not the similar shower I enjoyed in the morning. It started with a drizzle and soon after transformed into heavy pouring. I could not get even Autorickshaw to take me to my room. I was stranded nearby a wall getting all drenched when I was thinking why am enduring this struggle which I need not have to go through only if my father was not callous about his financial life.

I cursed him(my father) and do hate him even now as much as I respect him for though it was because of his care, guidance and advice I could least pull till this higher in life, yet he had miserably failed in his capacity to provide me with certain means which could have helped me explore time and utilse it in a more meaningful way

Now I was cursing him, because I am lawyer, just as my father wished me to become, but with no rewards from his side for the same except that I know he is possibly the proudest person on earth for what I am at present. I don’t care how proud he is about me nor if there are million people with no food and most basic amenities (I mean I care that I would want to make difference in many ill fated lives but more than that I care about myself first), I have become a practicing lawyer now and I am ready to work hard to experiment what my limit is or if at all there is any such limit but I am not ready to suffer while I may struggle.

I can’t walk every day for more than half a kilo-meter (The New MLA Hostel, Omanthur Garden, Chennai) is located such that all short avenues connecting the same to highways were blocked expect twov very long routes which has is highly water-prone( meaning it would turn into lack if there is a heavy pouring for even just 10 mintues which is what I was facing now.

Its already 11 in the night, If I don’t start, then I may never be able to cross the lake-in-the-making (I used to climb up the wall next to the road when the whole gets submered in water posing a lake-like look, to walk across it). No surprise this issue was rised by an communist party legislative member in the recently concluded Tamil Nadu assembly for the lake posed major challenge anyone who needed to enter or leave the MLA Hostel campus. The worst situation is when AUtoricksahws men themselves refuse to drive us into the campus fearing the muddy waters may damage their vehicles. Everytime such lake appears, I had to indulge in tough bargaing with autorickshaws to save as much money as possible. The utlitmate cost is TIME

How I wished if I had a bike which every Tom Dick and Harry has one or a Car if possible. I need not have to worry about the rain, the distance and consequently the opportunistic autorickshaws. This is the sole reason I am angry with father. I am just 4 months in practice and I know it may be too early to go far a car but I need to be compensated. Besides, I have honest belief that I will need not suffer thereafter.

Father had promised me he would buy me a car by next week. In his words, a week can be defined as a period ranging from months to even year and next year and so on. But as of now I will be fine even if there is a bike, a simple and good one, to ensure I don’t need to run like a dog or sometimes even compromise on something essential only because I cannot reach there in time.

I dreamt, day and night, about driving a bike of my “own” (going by the old definition: The new definition would be “out of my earnings). My father blamed the bike accidents and other related things and my age and never realized about my longing for the little little dreams which I missed because of never having owned a bike during my school days.

When I was in college, the promise was still in force, awaiting to be enforced but had become futile since I passed out and now even started practicing. I knew I had purpose (not dream) to own a bike but was only acknowledged by father but could never able to take any steps to assist me.

Now I am lawyer and the least expect is not to suffer like a dog on the street when I am returining back from office.

All the above written things were running in my mind. But suddenly oafter I was completely drenched and realized ther was no point in running for shelter or wait for an Auto, I stopped rushing. I almost felt I was in back in my teenage days when we used to rush out of the hostel room to the terrace when the whole town would be doing otherwise. I started feeling myself a part of nature. I stopped to care what might happen to my new Bata shoe I bought just yesterday. I dint care if some new clothes and other perfume bottles I had been keeping in a bag gets drenched along with me, I started started extending my arms wide and feeling every drop of rain that touched my palms and whole hand. I loved it. I reached the room where I changed my clothes and poured out all the water in my shoe and went to bed. By this time, I had forgotton how angry I was with my father who after all is sole reason for the confidence, belief, and all the other postitive things I have.