Court is a circus of emotions. I sit through trials to observe people. Honestly, I prefer it more than dealing with my clients.
The rape trials have presented to me an entire spectrum of human nature. And frighteningly enough, guilt is the rarest of them all. A steady intense stare one of the rapists had as if he was searching for yet another target right there in the court room, while another broke down completely as if his tears meant anything to the raped girl sitting beside me. I cringe whenever the details of the rape are put forth blandly in the room. Seasoned lawyers who fought for the criminals, I observed, were devoid of any emotions while explaining the case. Numerous such confessions of rapists had probably numbed down their ears and …show more content…
However the court statistic is a poor indicator of the ugly truth that spits right on the face of legal procedures. Those with the financial means sneak their way out using either money or persistent death threats using local goons. I apologize for the rant. Can't help it when it comes to …show more content…
I highly suspect she must have, in her high school essays, mentioned the ambition of putting her mouth on another woman's mouth whenever she could, irrespective of the surroundings. I have been keeping a count. She has managed to kiss me 16 times inside court premises, yes; the same court where section 377 was being discussed. She hadn't realized it yet or simply didn't care about the eventual outcome, but I begged her to attend the discussions. A bunch of protectors of Indian cultural heritage who had managed to survive Stone Age wielded the legal power required to decide whether we could fuck in peace or not. She carried weed cigarettes in her bag and could tolerate the depressingly biased discussions only after smoking a couple of them in the
The rape trials have presented to me an entire spectrum of human nature. And frighteningly enough, guilt is the rarest of them all. A steady intense stare one of the rapists had as if he was searching for yet another target right there in the court room, while another broke down completely as if his tears meant anything to the raped girl sitting beside me. I cringe whenever the details of the rape are put forth blandly in the room. Seasoned lawyers who fought for the criminals, I observed, were devoid of any emotions while explaining the case. Numerous such confessions of rapists had probably numbed down their ears and …show more content…
However the court statistic is a poor indicator of the ugly truth that spits right on the face of legal procedures. Those with the financial means sneak their way out using either money or persistent death threats using local goons. I apologize for the rant. Can't help it when it comes to …show more content…
I highly suspect she must have, in her high school essays, mentioned the ambition of putting her mouth on another woman's mouth whenever she could, irrespective of the surroundings. I have been keeping a count. She has managed to kiss me 16 times inside court premises, yes; the same court where section 377 was being discussed. She hadn't realized it yet or simply didn't care about the eventual outcome, but I begged her to attend the discussions. A bunch of protectors of Indian cultural heritage who had managed to survive Stone Age wielded the legal power required to decide whether we could fuck in peace or not. She carried weed cigarettes in her bag and could tolerate the depressingly biased discussions only after smoking a couple of them in the