Milind held the brief close to his heart. The client had paid a ton of money to ensure that the plea is accepted. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. And he shouldn’t. Their firm had a strict policy: “Whoever pays more than their ordinary hourly rates deserve all the love and happiness in the world.” He knew he would be successful. Else heavens would fall today.
The judge called the case. He looked through his glasses and saw Mr. Jha, Mr. Patel, Mr. Das, and Mr. Kaur infront of him. The “Big 4” as they were called in the day. Doyens of the bar, and men of utmost upright standing. He gulped his saliva and his hands trembled a little. It was an event in court if even one of them were to appear. All 4 of them appearing would mean something big is happening. He opened the file in front of him, and read the Petitioner’s name: Mr. Rahul Mendez. Mr. Mendez was a billionaire, one of the recent moguls. Rumour has it that while drilling for oil, he found petabytes of data instead of oil, which had led to the phrase- ‘data is the new oil”. The hard drives he found deep inside earth put him in possession of the knowledge of the universe. This wasn’t strange, anyone with that much money would have been considered wise anyway. He was now a 29-year-old retiree and had taken to himself to right the wrongs in the world. But all these were known facts.
His prayer was absurd, a classic case of “frivolous litigation”. But nothing was frivolous which came from the offices of Pariah & Co., and which had the backing of these four gentlemen, who were of the most upright character. The court must humour them. As per the judge, that was what Art. 32 was for anyway. To make law convenient for those who needed it.
“So, Gentlemen,” the judge said, “how may the Court assist you today? You all seem to be in a hurry.” He was talking of the defects which they had to overlook. This file had followed no procedure, just like a car wanting to overtake others in a traffic jam. And if it’s one with a red beacon you have to make space even where none exists.
“Your Lordship, there has been a bankruptcy of utmost gravity. It affects each one of us, but no one does anything about it. It is time the Court stepped in,” Mr. Das started.
The judge knew that the IBC has been up to no good. A tug of war between two billionaires is never good. Except, it makes great headlines.
“But you have to approach the AA under…,” the judge began.
“Your Lordship, this bankruptcy is of a different kind,” Mr. Jha stepped in.
“What kind is that?” he asked.
“It is…Moral Bankruptcy,” Mr. Patel let the cat out of the bag.
The entire court let out a gasp.
“There is a moral bankruptcy which has taken over our country today,” he continued, “it is something which has been ordained everywhere. It is one thing which surprisingly everyone agrees upon. People from all walks, both the Left, Centre, and Right, accept that it is happening. Some good folks at the 99% Foundation maybe would say otherwise. But we have a Change.org petition signed by thirty thousand countrymen and women. 4,000 of our good soldiers fighting at the highest lands have signed this. The recent WhatsApp leak has also shown that this message has been forwarded thirty-nine thousand times.
Even forty-five law students have written to us, and so have their teachers, asking us to tell them to do their homework first. But the students have been relentless. That is how grave the matter is. We come to the Court to fix this.”
That is some extremely strong evidence, the judge thought.
The judge knew that this was one of those cases which makes a judge’s career. It was also one which gives the chance for courts to do actual reforms. They were best suited to take it up as well. The judges were the only ones who had done all sorts of textual interpretation- of various constitutions, of religious texts, of philosophical texts, and also WhatsApp forwards in some cases.
But some brothers must be consulted before any of this should go forward, he thought.
“We are glad that some conscientious citizens are still there today,” the judge dictated his order. “Next hearing after a week. Does that suit you all?” he asked.
The four gentlemen nodded.
“Very well,” the judge continued as he rose for the day.
This would be the case of a lifetime, he thought, and couldn’t help a smile appear on his face.
To be continued…
The Paranoid Paralegal is a fiction series, to add some satire and humour to the legal life. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The series reflects someone who has been there lurking in the background, observing things. They ensure that things are running, but are often invisible. The author wants to maintain their anonymity. Read the first story here.
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