A Hopeless Case, This. I Give Up

Not sure if you agree with me on this, but I was deeply disappointed last week to read that a case filed in 1914 on a land dispute in Bhojpur district of Bihar - a case, mind you, that was 108 years old, had matured to be fine wine and was, until now, a certified antique - was finally settled by a district court last week.  Just to let you know, this is how spoilers ruin a party, by settling things and being do-good beavers in society, when everyone could be singing some rather risque Bhojpuri songs, taking afternoon naps and then complaining loudly, all of which is the Bihar we fondly know and love (and which, some hope, will join civilisation one day).   
 
Since 1914 was the year Mahatma Gandhi returned to India from South Africa, I looked up the records to check – in faint hope – if he was party to this case.  Since it is also the year, the First World War began, I checked again for the possibility of the Austrian Archduke – Ferdie, to old friends - being party to this (though he was knocked off that year, which, of course, is generally irrelevant in a land dispute.  Ask Putin.).  None of this.  Then, why close a case that was doing so well for itself and maturing in a oak barrel…. sorry, in a box file with moths for eager company? The case traversed four generations of a family that had originally filed it and were now deeply attached to it (like an old water pot in my study room that is now my only certified inheritance) and should have been preserved for another forty, don’t you think?  Where is our sanskar if we get hyperactive and start solving things, me things (thinks, not things.  I do this once in a way when I am all worked up about sanskar stuff).
 
Look at the economics now and weep: three generations of a family of lawyers had represented that family and delayed the case with enthusiasm and deep commitment, all of them earning livelihoods printing out reams of mindless paper, with words like ‘adjourn’ and ‘pari passu’ and ‘writ petition’ and ‘ceterus paribus’ and more Survey Numbers than my SBI Savings Account multiplied by the Aadhar number.  All of them had to buy those black gowns that they must have roasted in during 108 summers in Bhojpur, so they needed tea to cool off, paan to eject, walls to ….,- well, we will skip that for the moment – just look at the impact on GDP folks, of all of this -  but no, some busybody somewhere had to go and solve it like an enthu cutlet in a maternity ward of rabbits.  It is just so depressing to read early in the morning.
 
What cheered me up was the next line in the paper that reassured all optimists:  apparently, the Courts in India have enough business for the next 324 years.  By that time, we should definitely hit a GDP of five trillion something (I think it’s dollars, but it could be oranges or Covid cases). Plus, some of the land that is now disputed will be a few feet under the ocean, which, you will agree, will be a sea change (now, did I say that?).