An Encounter with (Our) Judicial System!

Recently I went to Gurgaon Police Station (Old SP Office) to get back my Driving License. There I came to know that after one month of “Chalaan”, Haryana Police send DLs to the Court, so I had to collect it from there. Reaching court, I came to know that I should have gone there with the file number from Police Station and an affidavit. Again I went to Police Station, collected my file number and returning back to the Courtyard, I made an affidavit and went to Court No.13. Orderly informed me then, I should check in room no. 25 that whether my DL actually reached to them or not before submitting my affidavit, otherwise it’s of no use.

Now, where was room no. 25? “Go straight, from the first t-point take left, then …right…then straight… then…” Well, I headed for another treasure hunt. After asking 3-4 Policewalas I reached to a narrow corridor and saw a thin boy, asked him where room no. 25 was, he didn’t answer my question and entered to a room. A lady at the same time came out from another room and I desperately repeated my question to her.

She observed me thoroughly for few seconds and then completely ignoring my presence and my question started shouting loudly a name. That thin boy came out of the room hurriedly and she started scolding him, why strangers were roaming around her room. Sensing the boy was being punished because of my presence, I repeated my question again, this time more politely hoping, by knowing the reason of my presence she would be calm and I would finally come to know about room no. 25. She ignored my appearance completely again and started walking away.

Knowing very well that nothing I could do against this lady’s unnecessary attitude, I expressed my frustration saying, “You should have some manner at least” and started walking in opposite direction. That was my crime, a serious offence. Within next 2-3 seconds, I came to know that I was in serious trouble. Police was called and instructed to teach me Manner. What the hell was going on at my back… As soon as I turned to see, a hawaldar almost jumped upon me and grabbed my wrist. I was in shock, literally! However, the Policewala who caught me angrily seemed more upset because he couldn’t even imagine how anyone could use those words against his bhagwan, Sub Judicial Megistrate Mrs…

Now things became a bit clearer to me. I told something angrily to a Sub Judicial Magistrate which is an unforgivable offence and now I would be taught a lesson. The hawaldar was joined by other hawaldars and some sarkari babus within few seconds. They first could not understand what to do with me and what should be my punishment. Then they mutually decided that Madam Ji would decide my fate and now as she was off for lunch, they took me in their custody for next 30 minutes.

That half an hour was a horrible nightmare. Loads of questions were thrown upon me and no one was even bothered to hear what I was saying. That was simply madness. A bunch of sarkari naukars suddenly became adamant to make me feel guilty and persuading forcefully to confess for my misbehave in front of their bhagwan. That’s the only solution they could find out. They were so obsessed with their Madam Ji’s stature that they could not even understand my simple justification. I tried my best to convince them but failed very badly and realized that I was ‘playing flute in front of buffalos’, which was of no use. Only way to get out of that chaos was to accept that I did a terrible mistake and plea for mercy… I surrendered.

Sub Judicial magistrate Mrs… returned from lunch and I was put in her Court (Darwaar) before anything else. I hesitantly uttered “Sorry” and without even looking at me (with a sarcastic smile on her face), she ordered another hawaldar to leave me for the time being. While coming out from that place, obviously I was not very happy but a thought brought smile on my face- “How fast my Case has been resolved by the efficient Sub Judicial Magistrate, who the hell complains about the delays of our judicial system?”

Four hour later I was leaving the Court premise with my Driving License. The hawaldar who caught me at the first place came to me smilingly and asked “Mil gaya?” I moved my head in affirmation. He then informed me- “You are lucky that you have got your DL after such a daring offence, if Sir Ji came to know about your act, you couldn’t have got your DL in this life time.” What? Who is this Sir Ji? Hawaldar seemed surprised, “You don’t know? Magistrate Sir of Court No. 13 is the husband of our Madam Ji, Magistrate of Court No. 16.”

Holy shit… I immediately decided to forget everything and rushed for my office. The Policewala was laughing loudly at my back…!

Expression of our feelings!

Sometimes we find ourselves stuck in very frustrating situations where neither we can outburst our feelings nor digest them silently. It’s very tough situation when taking breath becomes troublesome and thinking of anything else, impossible.

We try our best to get out of this disturbance as soon as possible; smoke more than average, drink if pocket allows, place anger to loved ones without reason or make our friends understand that something is not correct and seek some sort of warmness from everything and everyone around.

Times pass by and we slowly forget about the whole episode and try not to remember that another frustrating situation is waiting in the corner for right time to attack us. We all are habituated to getting fucked and find them quite general in our everyday life.

Apart from sucking office environment, diverse household crisis, inconsiderate life partners, financial troubles, unfulfilled ambitions, etc. another factor make us feel low every now and then and we all become most vocal about it among our friends and in any gathering.

It’s political system, which leaves no scope of screwing up our lives and we in return, let not go any scope of explosion of our ever increasing anger against the bloody system unused. Our no conversation (almost!) completes without scolding our almighty political leaders and their hazardous policies.

Nationalism, socialism, liberalism, and all sort of “ism” provides fuel to our fury and we curse the system for everything as our law makers have long forgotten their duties and are always busy in making our lives more maddening by imposing more and more laws (?) on our being disregarding all sort of basic “rights”.

But when it comes to expressing our feelings through any common platform, where many people can witness our thoughts and share their views and where there is scope of converting a mass opinion to a more powerful and effective voice, we suddenly loose all our words, our mouth get shut and we start behaving like stupid as if everything is normal and we have nothing to say.

I know I am not going to get any comment on this post also and it’s absolutely okay… But buddies, there is really some errors in our behavior, think about it and there are some serious issues which surely need all our attention...

NEWS CHANNELS,… Where is NEWS?

Have you guys ever noticed what actually happens when we wish to watch important events of the day or try to catch something big or when look for something interesting in news channels?.....

Well, I have been observing for quite sometimes that mostly, we keep on searching and searching and searching… and get either all bogus things or nothing at all. At last we quit and move to other genres.

Whenever I fail in my exploration of News (almost everyday!), a fatal sentiment comes in mind… what the hell is going on? What’s wrong with these news channels? Where’s the news, man?

A few questions comes in my mind every now and then and I strongly believe most of you guys must have gone through these questions sometimes or other during last few years of your television watching-

* Does news means sensational stories only?

* What’s the reason that no serious debate is conducted on government policies in news channels?

* Why political mockery, cricket, page3 gossips, sex and comedy circus are only being broadcasted in the name of news ignoring countrywide dangerous crisis everywhere?

* Does politically motivated bizarre statements of our netas and special comments of self claimed intellectuals on every occasion is what we look for in news?

* Why important incidents of small states and smaller places never become news other than bomb blasts, train accidents and PM’s visit in it?

* And why ……….???

We usually think that media is keeping eyes on everything, unearthing all the conspiracies and raising voice against every misdoings. But the truth is totally different.

It seems that main objectives (may be “only”) of News Channels are to raise TRP, increase subscription and attract advertisement so that maximum profit can be generated from it. That’s the reason Jo beekta hai, sirf wohi dikhta hai…!

That’s the reason that there is no alarm during any severe crisis and we are always bestowed with entertainment in the name of news; surely, to misguide our conscience.

I guess, we all know these things but what I can’t guess is where the media and we all are heading to. Can anyone tell me what the solution is to get out of all this nonsense?