Divorce is a fire exit. When a house is burning, it doesn't matter who set the fire. If there is no fire exit, everyone in the house will be burned! Mehmet Murat ildan
Raman sat in his chambers with Ashok mehta who was answering some of the questions that had risen last night even though his head had been muddled and spinning with thoughts about jeeva.
" Mr.ashok,you have been married for five years now with two children.From what you have told me in our meetings,you had a brief fling with one of your staff members an year ago and that was that and nobody knew about it.Just you and the lady who we are talking about right now who is called Neera."
Placing the pen which he had been holding on top of the file,Raman looked at ashok " Then how is it,that pics of you and neera kissing,hugging are now in the possession of your wife Pramila who is using that as the main point in her seeking this divorce."
Ashok gripped the arm rests of the chair he was seated in frustration " I am not worried about the pics raman,they could have been taken by anyone of my staff who traveled with us to singapore for that conference.I am not even worried about getting divorced.The only things i am worried and scared about is losing my children and losing my ancestral house,in which i was born,grew up and am now residing."
Ashok suddenly grabbed raman's hands and pleaded " This property is more valuable than my very life for it has been with us for nearly 200 years.Both my brother and sister who are settled abroad in america and france gave away their rights for the house out of love for me and also since they knew that i would take damn good care of it."
suddenly ashok realised that he was holding raman's hands in a vice like desperate grip ,released it " sorry,i just get so emotional when the topic of my house comes up for it is not just a house but a temple which contains the spirits of my ancestors and that of my parents .If push comes to shove,i will give up my children and everything that i own but not my house for i know what she will do and that is destroy the house for through that she will get here revenge on me."
Tears in his eyes " raman,let me tell you very clearly and that is,if i lose the case and the house,then i will kill myself the next moment.I promise you that for life won't be worth living after being the one responsible for destroying the name and fame of my family."
Raman's soul echoed the words "Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd / Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd." from the famous play ' The mourning bride' written by William congreve in 1697,although sometimes misquoted or misattributed to William Shakespeare.
" Mr.ashok,this is just the second hearing and it will take at least a few more years before a judgement can be passed and more if i want it to.If the divorce was by mutual consent then it would have been over in a year or so but i think in your case we can stretch it for some years.Just stay positive and please i beg of you to keep your emotions under control for even showing a bit of anger or frustration will make the judge think badly of you.And the judge in this case is a woman,mrs.lakshmi gurumurthy who is fair,wise and thoughtful in all her judgements."
Looking at his watch and seeing it was 9.50 am,he stood up " It's time mr.ashok and also please remember my advice.Don't say anything until i give you permission and don't look at your wife.I hope you understand these words."
Ashok mehta stood up with a smile " Yes,mr.raman,i understand perfectly."
Both men walked quietly with raman exchanging nods,good morning and hello's with his fellow advocates and then they come to the corridor that led to the room where judge lakshmi sat high up and meted out judgements.
Just as they were nearing the entrance,raman saw govind the advocate who was handling ashok's wife pramila's case and smiled " Good morning govind" and govind replied " Good morning ram." and both stood for besides them husband and wife locked eyes and stared angrily at each other.
This was the first time that raman was meeting mrs.ashok so closely and he used those fleeting moments to read the lady and her thoughts.What he thought he saw and what he felt after were very surprising to him and it was like kumble's sudden and surprising googly ball and looked away and entered the court.
Suddenly,a thought came to him and he whispered to ashok " please excuse me for i have a very important call to make.I will be back in a second."
Walking out and into the corridor and out of sight of the people inside,raman made a call " Good morning Sir,raman here.Can i see you later in the afternoon.4.00 pm.okay sir.i will be there sir.No,no,it can wait.I will explain the case to you in person and what i want done.Thank you sir."
Retired DGP Devaraj,the now chief of Global detective agency ended the call and spoke aloud " Raman from Rangachari and associates.Now that will be a turn up for the books if he is going to need my help in his line of work."