It Exists Forever - Part 2

Justice Appa Muthukrishnan was anxiously walking up and down… up and down… up and down… in the green sprawled lawn in front of his four acre judges bungalow on Tuglak Road, New Delhi, hands held tightly behind his back, which he made efforts to consciously relax by flexing his fingers. It was a pleasant   Sunday morning, there were light showers last night, he already had two cups of his south Indian coffee after his breakfast of upama and coconut chutney, but was unable to reason out why he was getting tense. He had received a call from Justice Drishti Vishwaas’s residence that Swamy would be delivering a copy of the draft judgement circulated by Justice Drishti Vishwaas to all the 12 brethren. He was making all efforts to sooth himself for he was reeling under a mixed feeling of excitement and fear of the unknown, while waiting to receive a copy of the judgement of his very dear friend Justice Drishti Vishwaas.

   A white ambassador with three lion heads and Supreme Court boldly written on the number plate, slowly entered his residence.  Swamy got down from the car and moved towards Justice A. Muthukrishnan with a thick yellow envelop in his hand.

“Vanakkam! How is the great Lady” ” said Justice A. Muthukrishnan to Swamy as he took the yellow envelop from Swamy, greeting him before he could.

“Vanakkam, Sir Vanakkam, Judge Sir is fine Sir and Maanas Ji and her ladyships has sent you her very personal regards Sir” said Swamy watching  the twinkling in the eyes of Justice A.Muthukrishnan which he had always observed when the two friends were greeting each other, with greatest respect which two beings can have for each other. Justice Drishti Vishwaas and Justice A.Muthukrishnan had been friends for over 42 years, when they had joined the Supreme Court Bar almost together, she as a charismatic, vibrant young girl of 22 from Jodhpur a town in Rajasthan and he as he was at the age of 25 after taking masters in history before joining law from Delhi. Her father was a judge of Rajasthan High Court and his was Solicitor General of India from Chennai.

Justice A.Muthukrishnan turned to the last pages of the judgement, read it and re read it, touched to his head and kissed with all awe, admiration and reverence from deepest level of his soul and jumped, almost in ecstasy. This was a day of celebration, this was the finest treat in his hand as pure as pure as Ganges, this was what the country had been waiting for, for last over 27 yrs when Rajeev Goswami had committed self immolation before public eye and Supreme Court had watched it in its majestic silence, blind folded, eyes covered with cloth, nothing can be done without facts and pleadings on record and with lesser will to give direction to the largest democracy in the world. Nobody can now stop the great country from moving ahead. He had felt and thought that, the divine support was apparent for last almost 9 yrs. when Justice Drishti Vishwaas was elevated as a judge of Supreme Court, in spite of all maneuverings, mechanization, calculated and cautious resistance from a lobby of seemingly superior self proclaimed leaders constituting a random group, but making and maintaining all out efforts to hold monopoly in cricket, economics and law.
Any visionary statement-ship like the one in his hand, was akin to the discomfort felt by England and Australia on India winning cricket world cup or the rising economics of BCCI and Indian Premier League; disquiet of those who control Currency, Pharmaceuticals, Gold, Oil and Diamond - CP-GOD on firming up of peace in democracies and uneasiness of House of Lords and now Supreme Court of UK, feel when Supreme Court of India applies mimansa interpretation to jurisprudence.  But the lobby was successful in achieving that she does not become the first lady Chief Justice of India. Now he will have to wait for Justice Ranjit Singh’s reaction and how much majority he and Ramphry Doorabji would be able to carry with them. He was certain that Justice Drishti Vishwaas will be able to carry the majority for they certainly had the Chief Justice, who was due to retire after 3 months and at least three others, who would not become Chief Justices, held their head high, non-compromising integrity and were not looking for any post retirement employment and two who would find the reasoning impenetrable and felt strongly about their motherland. That would make it 8:5, better then Kesavananda Bharati which had 6 +6 + 1 He could hear the Panchjanya of Hrishikesha blowing in the centre of his body, the anaahat chakraand goose bumps all over his body, experiencing ecstasy of bliss of hitting the sweet spot.

As he brushed through the judgment Justice A.Muthukrishnan’s eyes became wet with adoration, regards and respect. Once again he was proud of his relationship with Justice Drishti Vishwaas and feelings which he had carried in his heart for Justice Drishti Vishwaas since the day he had met her for the first time and had spent hours talking to her in the canteen of the Supreme Court Bar Association in the Supreme Court premises, while waiting for their cases to come or when the cases had finished early. These feelings were too personal to be shared with anybody or expressed at any time, though many occasions had arose for the same. Justice Drishti Vishwaas belonged to that small class of persons for whom it had been justly said that they appear as levers to uplift the world energy and roll it into another direction, but they do not attain to such rare functions by the high range of their ambitions, they do it by large development of their powers and divine support. Maanas was that divine support which just existed in the most powerful and beautiful way with her. History had not produced another couple after Savitri and Satyavan, the personification of Shakti and Shiva, Yin and Yang in recent history of mankind.
This was not a situation when ‘behind every successful man, there is a woman’ pestering, harassing and annoying him, calling him stupid, fool, brainless, dump witted, impractical and all the names for the whole world was making money and enjoying, but here was a man wholly behind a woman, providing her full support and help to enable her to shape her own destiny and that of their nation.
It was time to swim in the thoughts of Justice Drishti Vishwaas, the women of substance. Nobody can now stop the empowerment of his motherland Bharat. The Supramental age as espoused by Sri Aurobindo was now finally dawning at the horizon, he was aware as a student of history and philosophy that it took almost a century before any event, any idea, any thought could take physical shape. Alexander came out of Rome to conquer the world almost a century after Socrates, Plato and Aristotle had expounded the power of aristocracy, Russian revolution took place almost after a century of Marx and Engel wrote Das Capital. Sri Aurobindo had experienced realisation almost a century ago and speaking and writing about Supramental Age. The gold mine in his hand was a major expression of that energy moving forward to fourth wave and choicelessly taking people along with it towards commitments, harmony and peace and establishment of truth and justice... Jai Maa Bharti...