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The Indian Judicial System-How can you fly without wings?




Let  me present to you an analogue to the Indian Judicial System.

Once upon a time exactly 64 years ago , during one of the celebrated hours of the day a child was born.Sonny was actually born on  26th January 1950.The same day his jubilant dad bought him a gift ,a 1950 model car. Even though the gift was brought in with a prologue that it would commemorate his son's birthday,it was actually meant for the whole family. The car was treated to be a priceless possession and was flaunted every time, given an opportunity.

 Things went fine,since Sonny's 10th birthday. They had their occasional drives,rides and party.Until that particular day,no one had actually realized about their ailing member in the family.Yes,the car.It was showing glimpses of ageing. All of a sudden it had started producing noises as creepy and irritating ,at times even overtaking little Sonny's screams.But his dad persisted on going on with their 10 year old friend.In another 10 years the car was no more in working condition. But dad was so adamant that,wherever they went they had to go by this car(pun intended). Now,the 20 year old Sonny who was no more a teenager had something to say."Dad,how can you expect us to go in this immovable piece?Do you expect us to push it through with our bare hands , or pull it by hiring an elephant?"But,this is what is all about when people become older their mind become more numb.Dad,was not going to lose the battle.He insisted on his decision.Being an obedient and obsessed son,Sonny took on his word.Years have gone by but the car hasn't changed let alone the purpose for which it was bought for.The car was meant to carry Sonny and his family but for the past 45 years it is Sonny and family who have been carrying this car ,in fact pushing it through.Adding to the misery ,the car had never undergone single repair(excuse the pun).It has traveled untrodden paths,imagine how much strain Sonny would have undergone.

 Sonny is now 68 years old and oh yes the car is still with him,looks like a messed up combination of rusty metals all around.
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 The car                   -      The Indian Judicial System
Sonny                     -      India
Sonny's Family            -      Indian citizens

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