After the 4th sem exam, I decided to be a home bird for couple of days. My plan was to do nothing, except reading the books like, the Bible, the Wings of Fire and the famous book, the Da Vinci Code of Dan Brown. Apart from this, the other distinguished job was to watch the sunset and go on thinking like a poet. But as always I could not able to stick to my plans. I had promised Ashis, to do internship together. My wretched job and his ungratified mind…There is a trade up. I have to keep company.
The Bhubaneswar court is in face of BJB Jr. College, where I have done my +2. But this is the 1st time I am entering the court building. Even in those college days, I have never made bold to enter into it. The very 1st day, I met two of our class mates there. They were dying hard for their lawyer Mr. Nirmal. But we two, Ashis and I were bindaas, as if we are way in to a mall or hall. For the first two hours we looked for the lawyers and judges in the court room. But none were found.
At nearly 12:30 the judges came in. Hey! Ashis look the court has started here. Come… Our lawyer, I mean, under whom we were doing our intern, is Mr. M. M. Basu, the Senior Advocate of the High Court and the former President of the BBSR bar association. He had his case that day in the Fast track court. Both of us entered in. Where to sit? Oh! We forgot to bring chairs, I added. We fend at the back. After nearly 30 minutes or so, there was a break. It’s again the time to disco. The judge stood up and we two come out instantly.
Ashis- Just half an hour?
Me- Judges have also “life”, yaar!!!
Again the court started at 2: 30. Our lawyer rose and initiated articulating in 200km/ hr. speed. He was arguing or shouting at that poor judge, I don’t know. But what I believe he was arguing… the judge asked him to decelerate. Mr. Basu! (showing his hands like giving a break in Ecosse Heretic Titanium) Break, slow... He immediately said, “If the court has no break, how come I will give…” Every one inside the court laughed, but I could not able to get the joke. I asked Ashis, was there something to laugh? He instantly said "yes" and I broke in laughing. Whatever it may be the arguments were over within 15 minutes or so. We come out with our lawyer like coming forth after shooting down the Great Alexander or Hitler. Our lawyer is very mixing. He makes fun very often. I call him “jaje” (grandfather). But after interacting with him, one will have to agree he is a true lawyer and no doubt a learned man.
The second day also we, saw the same, the judges come half an hour before the break and gets bored before 3:00 pm. What a life!! I asked myself, why the Professor in our school, don’t get tired? For the five to six days, we saw nothing, new. The lawyers and the judges tittle-tattle themselves and we were the bakaras (fooled). We could not able to listen anything. One of the witnesses in a civil court said, “I don’t know” to every question, as if his wife has foreboded to commit suicide if… Vigilance court, CBI court, Munsip court all are the same. Horrible! It was a different world altogether.
One day I reached a little earlier and experience the inauguration of a new court inside that building. When Ashis came nearly about 11 or so, I asked him to accompany me to that court. Mrs. Momita Das was manoeuvring the court and we sat (for the first time). Yah! I have remembered the judge of the First Track once asked Ashis to go outside as he was standing in front of him. But thanks to one of the lawyer, he said to the court that he is a student. I was very much angry with that judge but I later learned that the judge can also ask a person to go outside from the open court. The lawyer was arguing. I harked back our moot court practice. Thousands time better than this.
Oh! One day in the afternoon, we decided not to get bore furthermore and leave before 3: 00. When we are coming back, we saw some media persons with cameras. We come to know that the accused Raja Acharya, of Birancchi Das murder case will come. So, we made up ours mind to be present and went inside the court room, where the policemen with guns were standing. We wait for the lawyer and judge but only the lawyer of the accused came and asked the accused to put his signature with that blue ink and it was over. The lawyer said something to the media and it was the front page news on the very next day. I remembered Ashis was hiding from the cameras. He was worried, if he comes in front of the camera, his future might be doomed. However I listen everything from the lawyer and came back.
Yesterday night I telephoned Mr. Basu-
Hello, Mr. Basu speaking…
I am Satya, Namaste.
Yaah
We can’t go there (dist. court). No chair, no fan, no lawyers, no judges, no, no and only NO
I understand. But you have to go because you can learn how evidence is taken...
But we can’t hear anything. The judge and lawyers talks among themselves…
Will they ask you and start (laugh)?
Hello, hello but no hello reaches Mr. Basu.
Today, at nearly 1.00 pm we reached at Mr. Basu and told him that we can’t go (the same reasons and the same one liner from his side). Lastly, it was decided that we have to go to the court and come to his chamber every evening. No Sunday, no Saturday but every day. We discussed something on law and legal ethics and and… in that hot afternoon. 47 degree Celsius and smoke of cigarette...
We are coming back to home. By the way, Ashis asked me to call Pradeep Sir, for asking about our result. Yes results were out. Ashis asked me to sit at the back and I just obeyed him like a good boy. He started driving at 100 & 120. Oh my God. Naveen pattnaik has done blunder by widening this road. Perhaps for this broadening only, Ashis had given him a vote. But I was just dying in fear. I could able to know that day how much I love myself. Near SAI International School, Ashis greeted me a Best of Luck. I asked him to say it once more because I will not hear it after getting my results. But I didn’t thanked him nor greet him to show formality. I was waiting to congratulate him.
At last, Congratulation! My dear Ashis, you are the topper. 7.42 CGPA. Well done. Let me see my performance. I was searching a 7 in the right hand side, but my figure stopped at the last (Roll no. 33) - Soumita Adhikari-7.04. Oye! Ashiswa’ (most of our classmates call Ashis by this name), Where is mine? Then I searched my name. Aaaa Ha! Satya Ranjan Swain- Consti. “E” (chalo bach gaya) Penal law “A+” (am I insane? Or..) Jurisprudence “A” (yaar! Ali Sir bhi ghussa hne kya?) Family Law “A+” (marriage aapun karne ke baad marriage law mein understanding aayega..) Company law “A” (Mukil Sir! Oh my God) Money, Banking and Public Finance “E” (koi toh “O” de do..) Grand viva “E” (“O” ki supply govt. bandh kar di kya?) SGPA 6.08 and CGPA 6.81. I stopped. Is it true, I am no more, 7 pointer? I tried to be Pollyannaish and cheerful with Ashis but I couldn’t. I decided not to disclose my marks to my classmates. But ha group mail from advkartikeya@gmail.com reached every one. As I have said in joke once, I am really, laughing and dying within myself… burning from within, without fire… drowning within myself, without H2O…
Now who can rub this pdf. Print? Result always insults…
