The Liberhand That Forced The Issue
Saw on TV the author of a 900-page Commission report that climaxed a 17-year Marathon drudgery endured by Liberan, retired Chief Justice of Madras High Court, who was welcomed into the lawless world to finger the demolishers of Babri Masjid in Ayodhya, then ruled by Kalyan Singh.
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Some snake in the grass, divined (another word for purloining,) the report and NDTV went to town, causing a stampede by sane and insane people alike, for litres of tar and bundles of brushes to blacken the face of BJP, RSS, VHP and what have you, as the demolition cabal that lost out to the perfect artistry of Al Qaeda’s World Trade Centre effacement in 2001.
The Commissioner is livid with anger that some one ratted on him before he could send the report to Parliament which had appointed him to lose sleep for 17 years to write finally 900 pages, perhaps the longest indictment document by any judge since man came out of the cave and called himself civilized.
From Barkha’s hints, we are in for a hectic construction activity, involving the best architects who could replicate the Cellular jail of Andaman fame for accommodating the villains of demolition. My grandson Dhruva is thrilled at the prospect of building a real 5-star hospice for all those old fellows who will be convicted, but too old to be parked in the grim Tihar jail, by the time he finishes the course in 5 years.
He is not waiting for his professor to command every chap to produce a project work. He wants to be original and has started the sketch work to be followed by several rolls or kilos of Thermocole, Fevicol etc.
A touch of reality would brighten even dross. I appreciate his enthusiasm, for I remember that as a boy of 10, on hearing that the vast timber yards of Valapattanam, in Kannur Distict were on fire, I ran 3 miles to the scene of the conflagration from my home in Pallikunnu, and saw hundreds of people rendered homeless and the timber charred, the fire fighting crew, outwitted by the raging fire. I can recall vividly, the wild, all consuming fire and hear the wail from the frail human throats 66 years later! What Dhruva wants to create is not tragedy, but the prevention of it, if all those old chaps are sent to Tihar. He is blessed… The three vicious old men indicted by Liberhan can spend the balance of their sojourn in this Babriless world in the impregnable security and loving care rung in by super cop Kiren Bedi, when she was the queen of Tihar.
Dhruva says that by the time he gets his B. Arch. degree, if these guys are alive, he would design their cells in such a way as to detoxify their sick minds. He expects a ream of orders from Pakistan. Liberhan took 17 years for his whiplash, just so that Dhruva gets a booster thrust in his chosen line. There will be splendid buildings all over India blessed by Liberhan and designed by Dhruva. Ladies and gentlemen, it is good to be alive.
