A dear lawyer often tells me that I am the mob.
I think like one, that is.
To my considerable chagrin, I defy, I protest...
Almost as a rule now, we end when I begin to chant an undecipherable mumble-jumble of uncouth expletives.
My dear lawyer beams.
He wins his case.
And I, am the case in point.
All my unruly behavior corroborates, adds to the prima facie evidencE...that I AM the Mob.
"Nothing can help my case, my lord."
It's a one-act play.
We re-enact it after frequent, if not regular, intervals.
I recall...the first time it happened, we sat under the Bodhi tree.
No wonder it was a moment of epiphany.
The lawyer was only enrolled to be a lawyer, then.
And I was, even then, a mob.
At times of truce, my dear lawyer discusses his winning strategies.
"It's called the Conspiracy of Silence."
This world is, in essence, formed of two kinds of people.
One is your beaming lawyer. And the other is your unwieldy mob.
While the lawyer, has already studied his words,his silences, his ahems, and ahs...
he has also studied the nature of the mob, very, very closely.
Like a perfect author, who has traveled inside the mind of a character called unwary mob.
And that is why he conspires so well.
That is how he plants his silences, against the rant of the mob.
And that is how he wins his case without saying a word....
To use a TV analogy, he is like this perfect producer, who knows his ambience ups too well, to tweak the sound bytes, into contexts they never belonged to in the first place....
If lawyer's is a sly act, mob's is to Re-act.
Drop a hat.
It will have an opinion.
But my lord, that's the paradox of this opinion...
It is governed by the hushes of the herd.
An opinion so strong, and yet it is so easy to sway.
A south Indian actresses' subjective opinion staggered the mob, no end.
They HAD to resort to chappals and stones, amongst other things, to change it.
The lawyer did not bat a lid.
Or for that matter, a wayward star, who should be consulting a shrink more often than not, is hurled with preachy messages across television channels on morality, ethics, etc.
But to a large extent, that is instigated by the lawyer too.
Or more recently, the outrage attracted by an effete male model, for recanting his stand which he held 7 years back. The mob is holding sessions everyday, to bring the chicken to shame.
"I mean. How can he..."
"O, how he must be sleeping..."
There are many things that a mob is not to know....
Like the identity of many "dignified" citizens of the state, who were unwinding on a tamarind-lined avenue on a hard day's night. The effete model was only a small fry then. He is even smaller now. But he was not the only one. Many more masks, were lurking for their-one-for-the-roads , when the lady at the bar was shot point blank, for shutting shop.
There are many things that a mob is not to know....
Like why is the testimony of a 19 year old small fry, more important than the "responsible" citizenry?
The mob will not know coz the lawyer will not let them know.
More importantly, the mob will only know, what the lawyer wants it to know.
first published:February 27, 2006, 08:29 ISTlast updated:February 27, 2006, 08:29 IST
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A dear lawyer often tells me that I am the mob.
I think like one, that is.
To my considerable chagrin, I defy, I protest...
Almost as a rule now, we end when I begin to chant an undecipherable mumble-jumble of uncouth expletives.
My dear lawyer beams.
He wins his case.
And I, am the case in point.
All my unruly behavior corroborates, adds to the prima facie evidencE...that I AM the Mob.
"Nothing can help my case, my lord."
It's a one-act play.
We re-enact it after frequent, if not regular, intervals.
I recall...the first time it happened, we sat under the Bodhi tree.
No wonder it was a moment of epiphany.
The lawyer was only enrolled to be a lawyer, then.
And I was, even then, a mob.
At times of truce, my dear lawyer discusses his winning strategies.
"It's called the Conspiracy of Silence."
This world is, in essence, formed of two kinds of people.
One is your beaming lawyer. And the other is your unwieldy mob.
While the lawyer, has already studied his words,his silences, his ahems, and ahs...
he has also studied the nature of the mob, very, very closely.
Like a perfect author, who has traveled inside the mind of a character called unwary mob.
And that is why he conspires so well.
That is how he plants his silences, against the rant of the mob.
And that is how he wins his case without saying a word....
To use a TV analogy, he is like this perfect producer, who knows his ambience ups too well, to tweak the sound bytes, into contexts they never belonged to in the first place....
If lawyer's is a sly act, mob's is to Re-act.
Drop a hat.
It will have an opinion.
But my lord, that's the paradox of this opinion...
It is governed by the hushes of the herd.
An opinion so strong, and yet it is so easy to sway.
A south Indian actresses' subjective opinion staggered the mob, no end.
They HAD to resort to chappals and stones, amongst other things, to change it.
The lawyer did not bat a lid.
Or for that matter, a wayward star, who should be consulting a shrink more often than not, is hurled with preachy messages across television channels on morality, ethics, etc.
But to a large extent, that is instigated by the lawyer too.
Or more recently, the outrage attracted by an effete male model, for recanting his stand which he held 7 years back. The mob is holding sessions everyday, to bring the chicken to shame.
"I mean. How can he..."
"O, how he must be sleeping..."
There are many things that a mob is not to know....
Like the identity of many "dignified" citizens of the state, who were unwinding on a tamarind-lined avenue on a hard day's night. The effete model was only a small fry then. He is even smaller now. But he was not the only one. Many more masks, were lurking for their-one-for-the-roads , when the lady at the bar was shot point blank, for shutting shop.
There are many things that a mob is not to know....
Like why is the testimony of a 19 year old small fry, more important than the "responsible" citizenry?
The mob will not know coz the lawyer will not let them know.
More importantly, the mob will only know, what the lawyer wants it to know.
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