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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Clash of the Titans part 4

Soon enough, to the jackals dismay the case stood in the high court. The applicant was Vassant the farmer who could not read or write. His petition was admitted no doubt, and as the case involved a serious environmental issue, the court provided him with a lawyer to fight for his noble cause. Amicus Curie. The bloody devil knew he could not handle the case so he made a scapegoat out of a poor farmer and obtained a lawyer from the court itself. wise man, very wise indeed.

The arguments began with Durga developers citing that the construction was completely legal and in accordance with the outline development plans. They had all the licenses and even the permission of the concerned village panchayat.

“But my lord, the area under construction is in fact a green zone!” argued the Amicus Curie referring to the regional plan. “ I beg the court to consider the immense loss of green cover that may be caused by this construction.”


“Nonsense,” the construction company stated. They had a copy of the outline development plan which classified the area as a settlement zone. Durga Developers had nothing to do with zoning process! However, all things said and done, going by the earlier decisions made by the judiciary in such cases, the court followed it usual course of action. Taking swift measures to curb environmental loss, the court passed a stay order on the construction.

“I must say you argued pretty well” Espana said to Amicus Curie as we moved out of the courtroom. “Me? I was only arguing what I was told. The true mastermind of this case is that black man” he pointed to the city below in the direction of the black devils office. “The Black Devil.” Espana smiled. “Smart man, I am going to pay him double the fees!” “Don’t even think about it.” I stopped her. “he’s already got enough money out of this case.”

The bloody devil had ghost-written his own case. He got money from the jackal pretending to leave but chose to draft the case back stage, charging fees from the farmers club. I lingered behind a bit till I was out of Espana’s earshot and made a brief phone call. “It was I who gave you the case. Where’s my share?”

“Your work is done before you said it boss! Check your account.” Said the Black Devil before hanging up.

the end

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