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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 …

Clash of the Titans part 3

The jackal stared at the legal notice in his post box in genuine surprise. “i don’t understand this. A farmers club appears out of thin air- overnight and sues my company! Now, this man, this petitioner, what do you know about him?” “How would i know? I am a stake holder in your company!” i gave a calculated reply. “Can you tell me which vehicle he drives? ” Vehicle? What was the need to know that?“I’ll show you a little trick i learnt in college” he said as i made a few phone calls to find out the details of Devils vehicle. “Its a black Ritz with this particular registration number.” “very well.” Muttered the jackal as he opened the website of the Directorate of Transport and clicked on Vehicle Information-Find by registration number. “Now, according to the registration system, this car is registered in Ponda. There’s the name of the owner-black devil alright.” He now began working furiously going on to the website of Goa State Chief Electoral Officer.Click on search electoral rol…

Clash of the Titans part 2

The lanky young man opened the files carefully to avoid staining them from food residue scattered on the table of KalaAcademy’s cheap open air canteen. “The farmers are still producing?” “Yes! We’re trying to form a farmers club to gain a better foothold.” informed Espana. “You will be weak if you choose to fight the case individually. A farmers club will strengthen your case.” observed the lawyer “what do you mean your case? Is it not ours? Are you not taking the case?” “Establish a united front and i will defend you.” “Dude, you can charge your fees but get the organization registered- it’s the only thing remaining.” “Alright. In that case, I accept your case.” Exclaimed the Devil bringing relief to Espana. “Good. Here is an advance of Rs. 2000. See you next Saturday on the farms!” Espana threw a wad of cash before the Devil like a pampered princess throwing gifts at her servants and walked out planning her next move. “She does that when she is excited.” I explained her actions to…

Clash of the Titans part 1

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Solemness filled environment as the office staff stood in line with necks bowed like soldiers paying tribute to martyred comrades. One of our colleagues was leaving to pursue better opportunities but anticipation of the void that would come with his departure made everyone nervous. “It’s been great to serve with you people,” noted the outgoing sub-editor of our great news channel. “i am leaving. But i would like to repay the immense debt of our great news channel by recommending a worthy successor to my post.” He paused to deepen the impact of the statement “who?” asked the editor listing potential new recruits in his own mind. “She is a free spirited and creative girl.” Informed the departing officer. “Her name is Espana”“Espana?” I smacked my forehead loud enough to attract questioning glances. “Nothing, she’s just a good friend of mine. I am very excited at this, hehehe..” The next 15 days passed like wind in a canyon with me having nightmares about what Espana might pull me into …