Thak, thak… thak, thak, thak...
Justice Ranjeet Singh thought he had heard a knock at the door.
Thak, thak… thak, thak, thak…
This time he was certain that there was a knock at the door, somebody was slowly knocking at the door of his study for some time.
“Yes, come in” said Justice Ranjeet Singh while sitting behind the table and coming from within to without, he had received the message and had gone down his memory lane…
“Sir, Swamy has brought a thick yellow envelop, containing a copy of the judgment from Justice Drishti Vishwaas” said Sheo Singh in a very humble respectful voice.
“Yes, get me the envelop and tell Swamy to convey my respectful regards to Justice Drishti Vishwaas” said Justice Ranjit Singh as he took the envelop from Sheo Singh. He was wondering what would the judgement holds in it. He had completed correcting the second draft of his own judgement, which would be finalized in next two weeks, but was anxiously awaiting for a copy of the judgement of Justice Drishti Vishwaas, the first to go out for circulation. Justice Ranjit Singh was certain that Justice Drishti Vishwaas’s judgment was going to be a minority judgement and finally the bench would be divided 9: 4, with himself, Ramphry Doorabji J, Chief Justice of India designate, Abdi J. the next Chief Justice of India and Patnaik J. the next Chief Justice after Abdi J.and other signatories with them holding the majority, while the present Chief Justice of India, Justice A.Muthukrishnan and may be one more certainly going with her. He had great respect for Justice Drishti Vishwaas and her fearless consistency which he had seen, observing her for over 42 yrs. manifesting a powerful positive energy which he always felt, but did not understand. How a person can be so ruthlessly consistent, he had always wondered on several occasions, integrity was a great idealism, but it had disastrous consequences when personified.
Justice Ranjeet Singh had once overheard A. Muthukrishnan J. telling her and Maanas “The powerful relationship, the clearity of wisdom, unflinching faith and trust in the cosmic energy, which you both manifest, must be coming from several janam of undertaking great piouskarm, it is not just possible to acquire it all in the little years that you have existed.” He had shrugged off his broad shoulder, for that did not relate to the world of facts and figures, logic and reasoning. The approach seemed to be wholly impractical for the teeming billion and twenty five million people of a developing country. Though there seemed to be an un-explainable and incomprehensible radiance emerging from Justice Drishti Vishwaas every time he saw her, for she seemed to be basically a very contended and satisfied being, basically a happy person, with a very smiling face and an extremely open and carefree laugh, so uncommon in the corridors of powers.
He closed the judgment and continued to stare at the light green blank cover page of the judgement in awed silence, he had expected the result but not in such sweeping manner, but that was Justice Drishti Vishwaas and this was her final signature, take it or leave it. It took some time for Justice Ranjit Singh to re-assemble himself. He suddenly became aware that he had an underground mine lying on his table, a seed of an unknown tree which will certainly change the history of the nation and the perception of its people globally as it happened on 8/6 and 8/9 for Japan when atom bombs were exploded over Hiroshima and Nagasaki and on 9/11 for USA when the two airplanes hit and got stuck in the twin towers of the World Trade Center, Manhattan, New York, the pride of USA and marked the vulnerability of Uncle Sam and 26-28/11 when Taj Hotel, Mumbai was in grip of terrorists for almost three days, the world was glued to T.V. in disgust, aversion, vulnerability, defenselessness and helplessness and some celebrating ecstacy and bliss of striking at the heart of the rising loin, still in slumber.
“Sheo Singh” said Justice Ranjit Singh, certain that 11 am was too early for chilled beer and instantaneously realised that he was almost shouting in a croaking voice, “Get me a glass of water and a cup of very hot black coffee, without milk, without sugar”, and murmured “this … diabetes...”as Sheo Singh rushed into the study.
The real question, ‘Who is John Galt’ was getting resolved and he was able to appreciate and ascertain the contradiction fully. He was certain, that after this judgment there was no going back or looking back. The nation and its energy was waiting for a spark and here was the necessary spark. For the first time he found himself surrendering in awe and respect and was now certain that it was best to rely on the Wahe Guru, for he alone would show the light and the right path to him and the people of this amazing nation, defending which his father was awarded Param Vir Chakra (posthumously) by the President of India, which he had collected on a Republic Day ceremony, as a school student, after the 1961 war with China… Jai Maa Bharati
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