My colleague and I were to meet at the court complex for my initiation into how courtrooms work. As a joke-quip, I said to my colleague, "See you in court!" And so, for the next handful of hours, for every query of mine regarding a legal process, her example would begin: "So let's say you and I are involved in a dispute." For the entire day spent there, we were constantly up against each other in some exemplified dispute or the other. The fact that anyone could enter the court complex, walk into a courtroom, and detonate a few kilos of C4 or hurl country-bombs is unsettling. I was expecting a moderately-serious, Namma Bengaluru Metro-level security checks at the entrance. Zilch. So the first thought as I stepped into the court complex building hurling my backpack (which, by the way, had a combustible material -- Macbook Pro) was this macabre what-if. What if I was a low-esteem terrorist trying to blow a junior judge's courtroom to make a mediocre point? You're in a conversation with…
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