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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

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TSilence is suicidal in some cases not golden.*

Ye to gao *rakshako bajrang daliyon*  ke bhi baap hain ke  only difference being ye log unse intehaee zyaadah chaalak aur safe side me rehne ki bala ka funn aur patience ke saath mazah leyleyker cold blooded kabaddi khelte hain ya yun kehiye na khatam hone wala billi chuhey ka khel khelte hain, na fed up hotey hain, na bhooltey hain, na bore hotey hain,. Waalda ke einteqaal ke baad qadm rakhtey saath beycharey shuru hogaye...... novels me bhi parhne ko nahi milega, ye hindu fasciston ke bhi baap hain. Becharey dil ko sadma pohchatey hain. Allah ka fazal hai ke usney tasweer ko saaf kiya aur door door tak dikha diya aur inka tactics bhi,ke yeh kitni asaani se mohalla der mohalla kolkata tak kitni aasaani se  targetting kerwa ker sakte hain given the  typical mindset of the segment.

Main jahan bhi jaunga mujhe ser prr talwarein latki hui nazar ayengi, dera dera sehma sehma rahunga, phir kiya jiyunga kiya kaam karunga apney sadmon ko aur paison aur side-effects ko cht-ta rahunga, kiya Allah ne torture kerney ka theyka diya hai. RSS waley kahan margaye woh inse training kyon nahi letey. Police walon ko bhi chahiye ke inse training lein, jail, bail, P.C, J. C sey kiya hota hai.

Agar aisey aam tariqey se deeger log ho jayen to  aqliyat watan watan chor chor ker bhaag jayen.Zaahir hai baghair kisi all powerful commander ke ye sab nahi ho sakta.

Ye aisa  hi ke modiji  bajrangiyon ko hari jhandi dikha dein aur barhker ye ke unmein laalach ka petrol aur daal dein.

Pura design banaker meri targetting se pehle sarey ke sarey commander ke hukm milney ke baad  Bhai mizaan ko sehlana/pampering shuru kerdetey hain.

Kamaal to tactics ka hai.

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Before tafazzul lead the targetting, harassment, intidimation etc on daily and routine basis, in the absence of one there has  always been someone to take the lead, Eversince sajjad ( around 50 years of age) came lead was given to him, clever idea he became team leader and he is doing full time ever since, more professionaly and trying to rope in more guys. He is really an expert.

Ye to gao rakshako bajrang daliyon ke bhi baap hain ke  only difference being ye log unse intehaee zyaadah chaalak aur safe side me rehne ki bala ka funn aur patience ke saath mazah leyleyker kabaddi khelte hain ya yun kehiye na khatam hone wala billi chuhey ka khel khelte hain, na fed up hotey hain, na bhooltey hain, na bore hotey hain,. Waalda ke einteqaal ke baad qadm rakhtey saath beycharey shuru hogaye...... novels me bhi parhne ko nahi milega, ya hindu fasciston ke bhi baap hain. Becharey dil ko sadma pohchatey hain. Allah ka fazal hai ke usney tasweer ko saaf kiya aur door door tak dikha diya aur inka tactics bhi.

Mujhey paramveer chakkar dilwa dijye ke main 3600 ya 36000 danton ke beech me becharey massomon per jaan maal aur izzat ke der sey bey perwah hoker  zulm kerta hun. 

This is only a hint of the story of terrace. Story of outside is another story. 

There are other teams in the neighborhood. 

They are endowed with uncontrollable regional fascist instinct, more and more people itching to join issue and indulge.

All it takes is just to give a signal. 

Main problem is their lane to lane, mohalla to mohalla networks and typical psychology and huge population ever ready to blindly indulge. You dont have to motivate them. The knowledge of background and profile of victim is enough to make them go crazy.

Alhamdolillah Allah swt has made things so clear to me.


 

Monday, June 18, 2018

Landing in nerve center, by divine providence

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19.06.2018
It came to my mind that i should enumerate incidents by LIFO method i.e Last in First Out. I can state  under religious and also secular oath by way of affidavit.  The perpetuators can also do the same because they lie so profilicly without inhibition and swear upon lies. My sacrifice should no go waste. This would be my victory, whetherni win or lose technically.


19.06.2018


Ahmed
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From squatters to executives to ', professionals & academics businessmen, to petty politicians, to criminals, to molvis, to lawyers from district courts to supreme court they are tightly knit into raga tag overlapping cohesive network(S) blind uncontrollable herd instincts
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Ahmed
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They lie alot, blame alot, rumour alot scheme alot.
Ahmed
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The other day tausif the karate guy from chapra in unguarded moment blurted aisey ander leykar maro!
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Ahmed
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'Networks of millions of endemically prejudiced, itching, committed, and motivated self styled vigilantes itching to join issues and indulge safely which is just a cup of tea, at the drop of hat,

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They say ''ser per khatre ka talwar latakwana",  i.e instilling perpetual and ubiquitous fear of unknown. So this is how they do. Learnt from youtube clippings they use similar tactics in human trafficking to break and enslave the victims.
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Ahmed
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Saw Anzar Shah Qasmi video on youtube. He was lodged in Tihar on Terrorism related charges, he hoped to be back home with his family, nightmares ended there, they have instilled such uncanny fear, my fears are multiplied thinking of home, arising of troubles for family.
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I wonder how those people wrote books in Tihar whereas i have turned incoherent. Perhaps they weren't as hopeless, hoping to be bailed out sooner or later and then all over and not retrubeted for writing in jail.
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Any man of ordinary prudence would be worried given the kind of sustained mental torture soul shattering humiliation they mete out with the help of lowly guys mustandas.
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Jun 9
Today mizan apparently a salafi thereby enjoys immunity, said bursting into guffaw that after ramzan Hamid's Team will do something against you creating immense anxiety, An example of what they say as "Ser per khatre ka talwar latkana"
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today Around 4 PM sajjad put this bamboo stick here. i asked what is it for, he said aur kahe ke liye pitney ke liye culkuttia ko.
Highly resourceful, and most valuable of resources is peculiar type of blind uncontrollable herd instinct, kinship based networks and burning ambition to monopolize
Sir i am taking grave risk of backlash in writing this out of desperation and helplessness Covert Morcha Bandis Help me It is definitely clear cut case of crowd powered organised selective targeting 1000s of covert acts of harassment, assault soul shattering abuse and terrorization thru covert tactics in the building and outside. asking me flee India. Demonstrating their long arms' reach everywhere, I mean the Bihari Muslim Network.
I am staying above Daisy School, High Tension Road, Shaheen Bagh, Jamia Nagar Delhi, for last 03 years.
I am being subjected to slow, silent and low profile soul shattering atrocities and intimidation. It has become apparent that I can't escape anywhere.
Sorry for being incoherent because my mind is befogged most of the time because of desperation and feeling of utter helplessness, anger and anxiety.
If any mishap or foul play happens anywhere interrogation of these people may help crack the case; Rajabuddin, Sajjad, Afzal, tafazzul, Manoj, and their associates, r /o shaheen bagh, and scores of other shopkeepers, vendors squatters and strangers who day out ans day in bump into me anywhere at random surprisingly. Definitely there are powerful fascist controllers acting behind the scene coordinating covert hate crimes lanes to lanes, street to street, mohalla to mohalla. i can describe in elaborate details the designed crimes. I am trapped.
Sir, I am Kolkatan, living in Delhi since 1989 continuously. have worked in various private companies including isgec and lastly as lawyer 1999 to 2012. i have been lured and trapped in the present job and trapped and ostensibly as sacrificial goat. 
I believe sir worst awaits in my native place due to Bihari Muslim domination worst the crime world fearsome heinous crimes are cup of tea for Bihari Muslim Inter-statist criminals, and shady people in my native city.

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There were some plus points as well i.e attending training camps in the country sides. Socializing, chatting, eating to gather, travelling together but for one thing that is boring dry and wry classroom like long lecture sessions which i always wished to end sooner.
Once i went into hot arguments with colleagues, that you people show so much importance to reasoning, always reasoning on this and that when your reasoning fails you abandon reasoning.
Tour to different parts of the country and sparingly abroad attend meetings and conferences were frequent. I was told that i have bear my own travel expenses. But i am still not inclined to believe they used to pay their own expenses.
There used to be bickering and back biting among them when it came to travel abroad, as we say ek anaar aur dus bimaar.
My association with SIMI was met with stiff opposition from my cousin sister. She said that they are exploiting and selling youths and destroying their careers..... my uncle called SIMI and Jamate Islami as CIA agents.  She used to reprimand me hard to focus on studies and career.
As per SIMI rules you could not take government jobs and bank jobs etc.
My sister wanted me to qualify WBCS examination which SIMI prohibited. She was incensed when she saw literatures in house. ''Study your course book,\You would get nothing from (Dubious) literatures.' ' she would say.
We saw Jamate Islami as parent organization. Ansars after reaching certain age invariably became members of Jamate Islami. Literatures and proclivities of the two were same.
One day we somwhere in 1981 or 1982 i.e Imran, Amirul, and one more person whose name i will not divulge now had met one Ahmed Totonji, and chairman of islamic development bank, park hotel, kolkata, they discussed about projects and ventures. I remember IDB chairman saying that no project should be of less than 2 crores.
Inspite of all the temptations that was taking shape i kicked the organization. I was so revolted  and fed up. Those who remained, sold their souls are now prosperous affluent even millionaires or billionaires and their relatives and those who they endeared.
They considered spirituality as unislamic and thuggery. Colleagues flared up when i asked in Quran God says to #Moses to speak mildly or pharoah so that he does not take offence, wheras we speak about challenging and fighting, they flared up
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They considered efforts and time tested vidhis for minimising the sickness as shirk and fake. As edipus saw sex in everything, they were compulsively obsessed with political islam & Jehadi ideology, power and taghut.
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I discovered that in many of their informal get togathar of Ansars they were not inviting me. I discovered their hearts individually were full of all five sickness, ego, jealousy, greed..,... they did not believe in removing it.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Mr.Gupta takes to his heal

13 September 2008
Mr Medi kept a clerk -Mr Gupta just two days after I got associated with him. Mr. Gupta was around 50 years old. The thumb and index finger of his right hand was amputated by a cutting machine. He used to be a book binder earlier. Mr Medi retained him for one month and at the end of the month one day he created such a scene, He started throwing tantrums saying that somebody had tried to break the lock of his drawyer -hinting at Gupta. Now we are going to break his hands and feet". Lawyers around started paying attention to the racket. Mr Gupta escaped from the scene.There was no qestion for him to ask for the wages.Poor Mr. Gupta had waited the whole month to attend to his wife who had recently been stricken by parlaysis .

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The eccentric magisterate



He sat at the podium, behind the specks resting on his nose bridge, dark stocky, large oblong chubby face, thick mustache, accent crude and rustic. The Metropolitan magistrate looked more like a wrestler or a don than a judge. Appearance and disposition counts after all they say. He pores on a thick bunch of tagged papers for a file " "Surety Omprakash". - side lining the accompanying lawyer, in an endearing and respectful fashion, MM asked:
" what is your relation with the accused "
Surety: " He is our family friend sir".
MM: "How long do you know him?"
Surety: "twenty years sir, we are next door neighbors".
The Naib Court i. e representative of police interprets to the surety if he misses a point in according fashion. The lawyer feeling watered down turned his torso in the direction of his client and the naib court who had self appointed himself as guide to the surety. Finding himself suddenly a stranger became one of the passive onlookers.MM showed his teeth in smile now and then. The surety excited began to chatter like a pampered baby. Going out of the way MM advises: Don't go. Go to Ahlmad room. There you give thumb impression in register. Wait outside for now."
MM calls the next name. The clerk cleaving his way through the dense crowd reaches the door of the court room and shouts "State Satish" three times and ducking rushed to the left end of the podium.MM disposition changes faster than a chameleon. Assumes a gaunt look and gets tensely occupied with his pen and paper.
Lawyer: Your lordship I am in jail for one month- investigation is complete- no more required for any purpose- I have been picked up from home around 12 pm in the night and the police is saying that it has picked me up from the spot in the morning. I don't have criminal record your honor," The lawyer is black tight fit jeans and brown shoes caked with dust. MM keeps writing noting long after the lawyer had stopped. The court was hammed with lawyers, shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet- every available nook and corner occupied. The portion of corridor was also equally crowded with litigants, their family members, friends, touts and lawyers, their eyes and ears glued to the door to hear their names. They were more than hundred.MM appears to be oblivious of the restlessness and impatience overflowing from faces and bodies, layers, accused, and litigants unwittingly turned prisoners. The air inside the court room agog with nauseating smell of sweat and farts secretly released.


MM slowly puts the bunch of file on the his left. "Know the order in the evening". Three young juniors enters heads straight for the podium and take their places out of turn. they are juniors of one of those lawyers who are known to have face values and clout in judiciary and politicians. The guys showed their teeth MM also showed his teeth in return and in voices barely audible enters into a friendly and sort of informal conversation. MM shook his head several times as if to say "Done." "Done."The clock is showing 3 pm 4 is the time went MM should leave the podium for his chamber. The crowd inside the court has almost reached break even point because of exhaustion and weariness, more so because of the snail space at which the proceeding in such a unbecoming environment. The stenographer on the right side sat idly resting his chin on his palm. The reader with bunch of papers in front of him was sitting like a statue; eyes transfixed on the MM both seemed to be equally marginalized and side-lined like many lawyers. The mm suddenly turns menacing on a small faceless lawyer and gives him a dressing down. “So what if co-accused has been granted bail' He kept on haranguing on the point. Accused are granted bail specially if the main accused their alleged accomplice has been granted bail. After wasting so much time on this sham sort of thing and noting down for unusual length of time so slowly, he placed the file on the left and said. ' Know order in the evening. The steno and the reader and other staff in front giggled all the time at the little melodramas- a small diversion. The stack of pending files- order reserved ones all of course reached his shoulder level. By the time My turn came I was exhausted completely-legs almost shaking with pain gripped by a queer sense of constriction,. I found my tongue strangely tied because of weariness and tension. My eyes begging to droop down. In irritatingly screeching and squeaking voice I said " Your honor AAAAAAA I am in J.C for 15 days........" and the usual ones my voice drowned by overlapping noises of indescribable varieties. The file went to the left.' Reserved" All the Orders reserved. "stupid "......." and what not some of the lawyers made wild comments in hush tones One said "Thaila wala Hai" meaning he is one of those who has got the post by exchanging bag of money. Clicks and thuds- restless creaking of chairs rent the air all through. MM goes into his chamber at 4.30 Pm and after him went the files. After a lull of pretty long time. The favorite Naib Court of MM came out of the chamber and running to the podium announced " Litigants go -your lawyers will know the order" Non lawyer taking a sigh of relief happily went to their homes. Lawyers detained in court past working hours like errant school children. It is past 5.30 . All the courts and corridors and lawn are wearing a deserted look but this court and its corridor is still bustling with lawyers and stray litigants. Things cannot be postponed for the next day for the simple reason that knowing the order will be all the more difficult. You'.. have to flatter the staff and run from pillar to post. I was holding my urine all through , supposing if the order is announced in meantime. It would entail another leg of chase and seeking frantic inquiries from unwilling and irritating staff. The Naib court appearing at door of chamber at intervals and disappearing in a jiffy. I have imposed a self exile on myself. I decline cases of two MM courts on this planet, however the party may be paying for many reasons. This MM sits on the head of another in the lis .This one barks and vexes. The other one is sweet and poisonous . Interestingly reactions vis a vis these two have always been mixed. The MM is endearing like elder brother to quit a few lawyers and police personnel, hurly burly and macho of the court, and a dread to some and a humiliatingly cold whom he would side line and make him feel stupid. Years crawled by now I came to know that MM has been promoted as Additional Chief Metropolitan Magistrate and after a couple of years I saw his name among the names of District and Session Judges. He probably knew the rules of the game. He was practical. He won.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Robbed Future Part I



It was not more than a month since Sheel had taken up tenement here in Okhla Vihar. Every thing seemed so fresh and new- The dhabas, the tea shop, the grocers, the provision stores, the neighbors, the streets and above all his room as fresh and pleasant as the world is to a child - a little world just born. All the business men here were businesslike- no unusual, abnormal, despicable biased behaviors, h e soon began to make friends in the tea shops with other regular customers whose time of visit coincided with that of his own.- 9-10 in the evening. his circle of acquaintances began to to grow as never before. When ever the land lady or any of their family members would chance upon him they would issue "Alslamoalsikum" . Sheel was always beaten at it. Sheel was happy that he had the chance to have his share of peace at last. " You mind your business and I mind mine."Was a sort of person was he - the introvert, individualist lover of solitude and books. The subjects and topics that interested him was endlessly varied and long. No sooner he was finished with one another was ready to take its place with renewed freshness and pleasantness of a new born and to pin him down with occupation though he may have been returning to the book after a month, a year or a decade.His own subject - LAW running parallel to the the interchangeable.

Creature Peace has always been to him as precious and scarce as a decent and steady income - the peace that results from being left alone, the absence of man made deliberate biased and sadist disturbances and unwarranted pains, the freedom from unprovoked dishonor and sense of immediate insecurity:immediate. threat to his dear life and limb and property.

He knew only four persons living in the population of 20 lakhs in Jamianagar who hailed from his native place. But he could never count on them for reassurance and sort of emotional support and solace because they were living their lives as fearfully as a rabbit or as cowardly fugitives among the fellow faithfuls. Jamshed the wiser one was leaving the city bag and baggage along with his family, demoralized, depressed and dejected in spite of all the opportunities Delhi The crown and capital of India holds for everybody even the illegal aliens.

"How things are going in your new place?"
asked Peter his only acquaintance in common room , his only colleague in profession in whose company he found a semblance of solace and re-assurance and in whom he saw his fulfillment of his final hope that is escape. At least he would help him in conversion and help him escape from the bog of relentless uncertainty of existence and life of fear when climax to all this that has been going on became imminent. "Fine. its different" "After a long time I finally have got respite." Sheel said.

He never knew that the Bihari fear was soon going to return after a lapse of three year and join the newer ones that had been haunting him since these years and haunting was to begin from expected an unexpected quarters.

The first shadow of cloud arrived with the prelude of predictable events in the form of some nagging thoughts he found himself unable to shake off.

Dany had found him this room and took a vow from him that he would not contradict to what he had said to the land-lord and his new neighbors.

Dany hails from the District Badiyun U.P and had told the land-lord who hailed from the neighboring district of Farukhabad in the State of Uttar Pradesh and the neighbors that Sheel was his paternal uncle and he works in office and he hails from Badiyun.

"What if land-lord and neighbors discovered the truth and the lie. All the signs of normalcy was in fact a sham. It stood on the quick sand of lie in one place and ignorance in others.

The city was being spruced up for 19th Common Wealth Games. Security measures were being tightened by the day. Tenant verification was on full swing. That was the end of it all. The police officials from Jamianagar Police Station had warned the land-lords in the morning. to get tenants verified else they would have to face penal action.

Sheel sat listlessly staring into the form on his bed. "Arey bhaiya bharo isey jaldi": "fill it quickly. What are you looking at" her voice getting harsher and shriller"" And also attach proof of residence of your home town and one photo."

Sheel found his logic and decided to become thick skin;"It was all to a good purpose- for security- a lie meant to plug mischief is better than the truth otherwise" " What crime I have done to be afraid like that?" Let me put me into dock at least I will have my chance to say to the world about their malevolence." All the pepped up courage soon gave way to damn depressing reminiscences of days that continued till a month back - the ghoulish nightmares - that has rubbished all his ideas about life, people, about himself - his defeat after defeat- utter helplessness and haplessness on the face of complication of problems - one giving birth to another unexpected ones from un-expected quarters.

His breath became heavy, his head begun to ache with tension: Character assassination, tripping, beatings, slapping, grave provocations with reference to mothers and sisters,uprooting after uprooting, public dishonor, being made curios, whisper campaigns, of betrayal if specious sympathizers in the critical moments, Economic blockade, barring of access to toilets - crass faces and cold faces overlapping raced in his head switching on the painful emotions associated with it in one go.

His breath grew deeper . He lost control of the pandemoneum going on in his head - hollowness in the stomach- heaviness in chest began to grow ." Arey likha nahi jaraha hai": " Are'nt you able to write." The shrill voice of land-lady raised to a crescendo.

He felt a queer coldness in his hands and feet and heat on his face. beads of perspiration reflecting the sepia color of setting sun appeared on his forehead.

His hands began to move: "Name- Father name - brothers name - sisters name I card details........."
After filling up the form he returned to correct spelling mistakes - " smudge- illegible" he drew arrows and then blocked them all and re-wrote them all.

"Had ho gayee " : "Enough of it" The land-lady shouted A couple of male voice- her brother and his husband emanated from below" " what happened?" writing for so long do not know how to write call himself educated -a lawyer".

" You know how to make a man untouchable?" once Irshad had confided in him in a lighter and un-guarded moment. He had told him" you just make your man a curios. Start a whispering campaign against your man. You just malign him as a patient of T.B or AIDS or a thief and pick pocket." True when truth has just pulled up it socks,. Lie has made a round of the world. Our late ex-vice president of India mr. Shankar Dayal Sharma had called Delhi has city of rumors reacting to rumor of his demise. Former Defense Minister Mr George Fernandez had said nothing travels faster in India than rumor.

"Says one, says two, says all" goes the proverb. The Bihari Muslim Guys of the locality were being coordinated by their dirty association. The Bihari Guys heel knew and Bihari guys who were complete stranger to him would tail him up to the bus stop from where Sheel boarded his bus for the court and say to commuters in hush tones identifying Sheel that he was a pick-pocket. They would take position in crowded places and do the same thing.
The other day the chemists near Escort Hospital when he went there to buy some tablets, mis-behaved and roughed him up for no apparent reason it was indeed the fall-out of rumors- lies were taking their toll - Sheel was suffering from high fever at the time. When Sheel protested The shopkeeper pushed him hard. Sheel tripped and fell on the side walk in front of the shop receiving bruises in his hands and knees. His trousers also got torn at knees.

Identical events and of course more loaded with malevolence and fine tuned and by identical characters were being rehashed- the subtle and the furtive and the crass and brazen, demeaning malevolence driven buy blind uncontrollable herd instinct and inexplicable single minded persistence and devotion.

Things take virulent forms if there is somebody to drive and sustian them for some time then it takes hard for it to die.

It was couple of hours Sheel lay brooding when he was jolted out by constant ringing of his mobile phone.

The other day Sheel was descending the stairs of Kehkashan mosque when a group of Bihari youngsters called our "sandal thief.' On another occaison in the same mosque when Sheel was in his final posture a mobile came sliding and came to rest before him. Some youngsters at the end of the same row towards north began to raise a hue and cry "mobile mobile". Sheel hurried out of the mosque. After some gap When Sheel went to another, near by mosque at Johri Farm, for Friday prayer, the faithfuls over there started giving Sheel hard and suspicious looks. Sheel returned without offering prayers. Sheel altogether became vowed never to visit any mosque again.

Sheel one day narrated his story and of other victims he knew about to one of the certified maulana based in Nizamuddin Delhi;"You and people like you are under divine retribution, supplicate and weep and ask pardon from your lord. And if you keep on narrating these talks you would be consigned to hell by Allah and those who listen to your tales would also incur Allah"wrath"

Year 2010 Sheel lay groaning, his ankle stuck between two iron shafts of the rickshaw and the overturned rickshaw lay over him in front of Kehkashan mosque. Rescued his ankle was swollen badly. It appeared that his socks had been stuffed with cotton wool and the socks ready to burst. The crowd wont let him note down the number of the car which got stuck in a jam for a while ahead. The note book in which Sheel had some how managed to note down the number mysteriously disappeared from his room. Sheel was almost on the verge of starvation then one day he forced himself to venture out to earn his bread. On every step he felt as if his ankle was being amputated. The worst came when he had to commute in buses.

Sheel was still recuperating and injuries were still sore and painful. Sheel was returning from work. it was 9pm in the night. As soon as Sheel passed the Shia mosque situated at a rather desolate stretch a stranger in dirty over sized shirt and lungi and gamcha in all respect a laborer accosted and grappled with him, grabbing him by his collar made a bid to pull down Sheel in the logged sewage in full view of people nestling there. No body came to his rescue. The ruffian won’t let Sheel go. It was aimed more to humiliate and dishonor rather than to hurt. Some passer byes intervened and rescued Sheel from the clutches of the ruffian.

The next door Bihari neighbors one of them a driver and the rest worked in neighborhood shops as helpers started raising the bogey of theft and started maligning Sheel as culprit. His honor and reputation was in smithereens and was met with suspicious looks where ever he went in the neighborhood.

Refrain from the few so called sensible people has been the same. “If you are such a good person why are you living among bad people? Why don't you go elsewhere? After all you don't belong to this place."
The world has become too small. There is no place to hide in this big city for him. You will be automatically discovered in a month or two. All that is required to ignite is a word among your contacts, of your herd. Conflagration would take care of itself. Rumors have its own dynamics. No need to trace the root to it.: repeat it, bandy it oft times and for the rest it becomes the gospel of truth , for one had heard it from many seen and un-seen mouths, Why take pains? Why take chances in any case.
Another year has crawled by, with his mind and being sucked, laid waste, tempo of life and all that are necessary to sustain the steep climb in this break neck competitive profession.

Like those drops of water which punctures the toughest rock.

Sheel is crossing 50. In the court also Sheel had been terrorize and perpetually harassed, economically sabotaged, and pursued endlessly by their brothers in arms united in their pursuit by herd instinct, meanness, small thinking, common cause, so much that his movement is severally constricted and restrained. He has no chamber, no seat, and no foot hold. He has only small overly stuffed locker. It is impossible for him to be in any place for any length of time for fear that one or some of them might try to pick quarrel with him. As soon as one of them would chance upon Sheel, spurs would start jingling at their feet.

He passes his day amidst perpetual fear of public dishonor under false pretexts, weird accusation and their scurrilous words and acts. His worst fears are , 6o year old Mehdi hasan , the Supreme Court lawyer, the compulsive obsessive liar, loquacious, given to creating scenes, throwing tantrums, the youngest bald headed hurly burly, un- scrupulous, a wrestler of a man, the bearded mullah Zahid another hurly burly dark ,tall stout dirty skinned vagrant Zahid hailing from Siwan Bihar to name a few.

Un-avoidable. He had shifted to Tis hazari Courts and managed to buy a seat of his own 8 years back but had to abandon it. Then he shifted to Dwarka the farthest court, after three months or so things started up again there and then he came back to Pataila house courts, his almamater from where he had started his practice, passed his youth and started graying and still rotting there.

His breath was shallow, his head empty, a waiting impatiently, confused and ruffled for call backs from few of his acquaintances. He had mad frantic call to find him a sasta ie cheap room. It is week now. His next door Bihari Tenants 5 of them in tandem with those spread far and wide outside have became more menacing and brazen in their provocations. Their words, which a kind of self respecting man like him can't divulge to anybody however close.

This was the forth time he retraced his eyes back to the beginning, the Supreme Court Judgment, the photo copy of which he brought day before yesterday.

Sixth time he threw away the judgment in disgust and agonized by his listless mind. His heart began to beat faster with a train of footsteps which passed by his room. His eyes scoured the extra large pane-less window that opened on the balcony overseeing the lane, which was separated by a thin white bed sheet used as curtain, the cracks and gaps and holes in the doors, large concrete lattices, the same vulnerability on the opposite side. Sheel had to remove a sizable portion of plastic sheet with which he had covered the window to block away the sounds and shadows of his tormentors. H e had to remove it at the instruction of land lords and land ladies of the house and when they started making an issue out of inventing all sorts or weird ignoble reasons for which sheel was trying to make himself furtive.

" Why the situation should be different in new place whatsoever. The world has become so small and so do the cohesion and networking of evil ones have become intense. “Sheel brooded

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Tharoor bashing and visa regulation.



Honble ministers: Chidambram & S M Krishna have publicly criticised external affair minister Shashi Tharoor for publicly tweeting on the question of tightening of visa regulation in the country aping tightening of visa regulation in U.STharoor has divulged no previlege communication or official secret . What he said is plain common sense manifest truth observable to all. Tharoor reminded that 29/11 attackers did not have visas.The main grouse of Honble ministers is that Tharoor should have discussed the matter within the four walls of ministerdome. This is direct fall out of tightening of visa regulation in U.S after botched attempt by a Nigerian to blow up an Atlanta Airlines plane on an internal flight. How blindly we ape.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

CJI may be a fangless serpent as called by Karnatak High Court judge & there may be lack of accountability in higher judiciary as alleged by Justice D.V. Shylendra Kumar of Karnatak High Court but making lawyers & litigants watch dogs & blood hounds over judges & pinning hope on politicians shows his poor knowledge of state of affairs and insight. The whole system is playing a balancing act with deep seated powerful corrupting people wielding tremendous clout, infiltrating all institutions and arms of governance and who are beneficiaries of corruption disorder and are sustained by it. BAR has outlived its purpose, has become a cartel. I may reveal stunning facts. CJI is no harbinger. He is just another come and go man, neither better nor the worse.

TRIAL OR POPULISM

NUISANCE OF COMMONERS SAY AN ACCUSED SHOULD BE PUNISHED BEFORE HE IS PRONOUNCED GUILTY. TAKE THE CASES OF HEADLEY AND KASAB. LAW TAKES ITS COURSE. DO U KNOW THERE IS A THRIVING BLACK MARKET of OWNING UP OTHER PEOPLE'S CRIME. LAW HAS TAKEN CARE OF PROBABILITY OF SUCH EVENTS. INTER ALIA JUDICIAL CONSCIENCE MUST BE SATISFIED & GUILT OF ACCUSED ESTABLISHED IN MATERIAL PARTICLARS BEYOND REASONABLE DOUBTS. COURTS ARE VERY CAREFUL IN SCRUTINISING ADDMISSIONS OF APPROVERS. THERE CAN BE COMPLEXITIES OF POSSIBILITIES.

ARTICLE 14 OF OUR CONSTITUTION SAYS THAT NO PERSON SHOULD BE DEPRIVED OF HIS LIFE AND LIBERTY EXCEPT OTHERWISE BY PROCEDURES ESTABLISHED BY LAW AND NO PERSON SHOULD BE CONDEMNED UNHEARD.

IRRESPONSIBLE THINKING OF COMMONERS ARE SUPERFICIAL AND ROOTLESS. IT CHANGES ACCORDING TO THEIR BIASES.







Thursday, December 24, 2009

Winter vacation begins.


Winter vacation from today 25 Dec 2009, Friday till 5th Jan 2010. On 6th RV urged to be present in his Anticipitory Bail hearing in PB court. I.ve not been hired though. Heard from KRM somebody impersonating me in KAKARDOMA COURT. Has seat in my name in SARASWATI HALL, has cleverly concealed middle digitsof my mobile No. with a white chit, spoke to fellow lawyers. They are taking things so matter of factly.

It is being said that courts would be shifted to Saket by the end of February 2010. Some say "No the court will remain here ever" and that they are privy to the information.

Our library has become redundant. High handed lawyers permanently remove books from the library. Certain volumes of Penal Code, AIR Manual, Punjab Police Rules and many such is not available. For last 6 months the library has not received All India Law Reporter because they have not made the payment of Rs.12000/ to the supplier. A stack of 2000 books donated by Delhi Bar Council are lying in the library for last several months. Hope many of them would be frittered away.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Mokit hunted

Mokit worked with this shop owner for a week or so. The shopkeeper would lock Mokit and another boy much younger to him in his small hovel of a godown so that they are not able to flee in the night. The godown has no window and is stuffed with provision, water bottles sacks of grains and big rats ofcource. Mokit told me after fleeing from the clutches of his master that after the shop was closed His master would put them in the godown and down the shutter and lock them. at times they had to retain their urine and waste till the shop was opened next day.

I had met Moquit on way to bus stand on 20th of November 2009 around 4 P.M. I know Moquit since a year. He was grumbling most of the time at road side eating house. He had joined employer’s factory to learn the skill of karahai cloth work but the employer.
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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Storm over cup of tea












Tayagi was the only lawyer who seems to empathize with him. He was the only man with whom he would share his moments. They would almost everyday have lunch and tea together and bicker to foot the bill.

It was twelfth day of October year 2009. Around 12 A.M. Mr. Shah was sitting with two of his clients in the lock-up canteen - the only place where he could attend to his guests and clients and so long the tea is not finished after which the bearer would signal to leave " Something else?. You have had you tea?" They would say. They have instructions from the Bar Office not to allow any lawyer meaning lawyers without chambers or seats - shelter less lawyers- lawyers without a foot hold in court premises to entertain clients.



It was then lawyer Mehdi the 60 year old senior, prominent by his short height, whose lies and tantrums marginalized lawyers and juniors are afraid of and which is capitalized by the privileged ones - entered the canteen and shouted full throat " What the hell Court you are holding here. You frauds, you use facilities as joints and haunts. Mr. Shah tossed between anger, disgust and shame. Mr. Shah tried to pretest in shaky, suppressed and dragged voice ad tones indirectly addressing his clients while their tea was still hot. “I have no concern with him nor he does have with me. You see. It is some thing else you see. He lies compulsively and obsessively to target people like us" The tea in paper cups was still hot.



Just then a couple of lawyers entered and immediately took notice of Shah's excited gestures and postures. Mehdi laughed and wished them. "Listen a little. Listen a little. Bangali is bashing me. The day is not far when we seniors have to abandon the profession. We have no honor left here" One of them with athlete body blurted" What does he think of himself. One punch would send him go spinning" The duo was Hindu lawyers.



Shah Sahib left the canteen like a wet rat his clients still sitting, both stealing gazes.



The Canteen at that time was packed with customers and lawyers. Were they disgusted or romanticised with the situation - saw it as a pleasant diversion?

This was not the worst torment he underwent here.



It is 30 years since New Delhi Courts were shifted here, in the present complex - the palace of erstwhile Maharaja of Patiala from Parliament Street. They have built more than a thousand of chambers and seats and sold them off - every little available space. They allowed countless kiosks and shops to be erected but did not built a consultation hall, room or shed driven by small, constricted and mean thinking to starve out underprivileged lawyers who come from marginalized and poor background. Those who have money and many part-timers buy chambers and seats and immediately become part of the cartel.

There are half a dozen full grow mulberry trees along side the front facade of the double storey New Chamber Complex. During seasons the luxuriant foliage over-rides the open balocony from where lawyers can feast on the sweet larger fruits as if off the banquet table.

19.10.09. it was usual for Tegi to greet Shah with broad smile, no sooner they came face to face, first time in the morning, invariably about the central hall balcony which a score of lawyers occupy with their tables desks and chairs sprawled cheek a jowl which function as their offices. Tegi owns one of the corner tables, facing gate No.6 - the low gate beautifully shaded by stunted mulberry trees like bougainvilleas, which during seasons produce little stunted sweet fruits hanging low within hands reach.


There is half a dozen of full grown mulberry trees along side the front facade of the double storey New Chamber Complex. During seasons the luxuriant foliage over-rides the open balcony from where lawyers can feast on the sweet larger fruits as if off the banquet table.

Mr. Yadav had his table next to Tegi. The two were in ionterncine cold war till Yadav changed his place of practise to
Ghaziabad. Yadav bore grudge against Tegi. He would allege that Tegi had cheated him on several occaisons. Yadav would say tyat Tegi had come to occupy the table through deceit, high-handedness and clout. He would say that agter demise of the previous lawyer Tegi had carried away his tables and chattels in tempo and planted his table in its place and had kimsel entrenched there with the help of Manon the previous Bar President a poweful man in court.


Mr. Yadav had his table next to Tegi. The two were in internecine cold war till Yadav changed his place of practice toGhaziabad. Yadav bore grudge against Tegi. He would allege that Tegi had cheated him on several occasions. Yadav would say that Tegi had come to occupy the table through deceit, high-handedness and clout. He would say that after demise of the previous lawyer Tegi had carried away his tables and chattels in tempo and planted his table in its place and had himself entrenched there with the help of Manon the previous Bar President a powerful man in court.

Whenever they sat togather side by side they sat like dolls, tense and listlesss. Tegi would salute and ask any acquaintences who happened to be around and would beseech him with utmost humility to sit beside him. "Do sit here and work here.This is your chair." He would say. For re-assurance and to dilute his tension and fear.

After Yadav shifted he rented out the table to Mrs. Chodry, a potly lady approaching mid-age.She was and oath commissioner appointed by Delhi High Court.

Tegi's tensions and worries took a u-turn. tegi became very punctual, work or no work as was his wont. More often than not he would sit glued to his site burried in his Nokia mobile phone playing games tense with some kind of anticipation.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Scape goats for cheats


One day one Beg a regular client of Mr. Medi involved in scores of cheque bounce cases under Section 138 of Negotiable Instrument Act and cheating cases asked Sheel to sign a bunch of papers consisting of reply and vakalatnama etc in deliberate absence of Mr. Medi. He informed Sheel that Mr. Medi had asked Sheel to sign the papers and identify the client before the oath commissioner and submit the papers to the court. Sheel was totally ignorant of the contents and was not given any time to go through it. Such situation of specious urgency is deliberately created.

'Ah the client should not suffer for the fault of the lawyer- then the complaint to bar council against the erring lawyer for cancellation of license --and then show the judge that you have complained the matter to the Council and or police as the case may and the seek retrial and delay the case to tire the opponent into compromise." Sheel said to himself.

Sheel refused.

Un warranted writ

A writ application under section 482 CrPc for quashing of First Information Report filed on behalf of dumper driver involved in crushing of four T.V stars at Lodhi Road was dismissed by the Hoble Delhi High Court as premature and baseless. Mr Medi told the father of the accused that the writ was rejected because of incorrect translation of F.I.R done by Sheel for which the party was supposed to pay Sheel Rs. 150. The client had paid Rs. 25000/- to Mr. Medi a cut of which was supposed to go to a reporter of a Hindi newspaper who had roped in the client and borught it to Mr. Medi. Behind the back of client Mr. Medi would yell before visitors and acquaintances that that the party had'nt paid him a dime. However the father of the accused did not buy Medi's cannard and paid Sheel Rs.150/-and shamed Mr. Medi.

The writ in question was destined to be rejected as it did not fulfilled the criteria laid by the Hon'ble High Court which says that the wrong should be apparent and patently on the face of record, else the first question the High Court raises is that whether charge has been framed by the subordinate court, the subordinate court may discharge the accused if it is merited.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Magisterates ire


Mr Jain who is now Chief Metropolitan Magistrate Delhi flared up and gave Sheel a dressing down in packed court at Tis Hazari." The summon clearly mentions the step by step prceduresmto be undertaken at this stage you were supposed only to mark your appearance- you have marked your appearance -filed application for Leave to Defend - filed replication all in one go and un-warrantly- You'd destroy your client's case" The Judge yelled at Sheel. Sheel was mortified withe sense of public humiliation. The client intervened taking pity on Sheel. "It was all done by senior Mr. Medi Babuji is not at fault. " He was Sheel's client. Mr Medi had taken the fee and yet at the same time was so driven by blind and uncontrollable jealousy that he tried to put Sheel in trouble visa vis the court and the client.

Bluffed


One day he asked Sheel to take a long date from court no 3 and asked Sheel to get exemption from personal appearance and take a longer date as possible, for one Mr Meta an accused in a cheque bounce case. "He told Sheel That Mr. Meta would pay him Rs. 300 for that and that he could keep all the money. Sheel procured the desired delayed date and the exemption after receiving severe reprimand from the magistrate. Mr. Meta is very angry the way you pleaded and he did not pay anything" His man was there in the court to observe you'
Ah Sheel took deep sigh "Cheats are cheats and so are their mentors."
He said to himself.