The sun was scorching outside with temperature holding on to a stubborn 45 plus degrees. Inside the congested court room condition was worse still.  It was unbearably hot, sultry and noisy.  The roll calls that started in the morning seemed to stretch to eternity. Nothing could be worse than waiting for your turn in a court of law on a hot summer day.


However, not everyone in the crowd seemed to be sharing the same plight.  Lawyers, who formed the majority in terms of numbers, were not showing the slightest trace of uneasiness.  They were occupied in their own world and were hardly involved in the court process. Some were seen typing quick messages in their mobile phones, concealed under the desk while others were seen whispering something into his neighbor’s ears.


As and when their numbers are called, they wake up from deep slumber to utter something that’s hardly audible even to the lawyer seated next. Surprisingly, the presiding officer seemed to understand what exactly the lawyer murmured and starts to scribble something on his pad.  Perhaps not because he has an unusually sharp pair of ears, but because the lawyer’s body language clearly showed that he was not prepared and therefore was simply seeking an extension of time.


It was an unusually long wait for my turn and finally when my number was called, I was fully exhausted.  Case adjourned.  Damn it, all this wait only to know that my case has been adjourned for another day.  So I have to put myself through this ordeal yet again another day.


Anyhow, it was big relief stepping out of the courtroom.  I breathed a big sigh of relief.


It was lunch break and the lawyers were scattered all over the court premises. Few were moving towards the canteen, while a few others were seen getting on to their vehicles to go elsewhere.  It was however amusing to note that many of the lawyers who stuffed themselves in these gas chambers possessed some of the best luxury cars in the town. These lawyers were surely earning handsomely compared their counterparts in other professions.


It is undoubtedly the lawyers who are the first to rush in when there is any social crisis.  But why then are they remaining mute and helpless when they are forced to wear such highly inconvenient and ugly attire in the name of professional uniform?


The bad stench that emanates from these filthy gowns is beyond tolerance and a punishment in itself.  It’s not an ordeal just for the lawyer wearing it but for every hapless client who have to bear it the whole day without a word of complaint.


Finding similarity with their European counterparts is no justification because this attire perfectly suits their extremely cool climatic conditions. We should be more practical taking into account the climatic conditions prevalent here rather than blindly mimicking these westerners.


As far as my understanding goes, it is not compulsory for lawyers to wear the outer ‘gown’ except while appearing in the Supreme Court or High Courts.  But strangely, our lawyers are seen burying themselves in their gowns even when they appear before the munsiff or magistrate courts.


Getting rid of this attire is surely not a big task for the lawyer community.  But still it prevails because most of the lawyers themselves fancy sporting these ugly gowns which ‘distinguishes’ themselves from the ‘morons’ outside.


Whatever be the justification, still continuing with this attire is nothing less than stupidity.  If remaining ‘conspicuous’ is what matters, why not design another costume that is more ‘unique’, convenient, sober and aesthetic than the present one?


Sorry to say, but you people look more like ‘vampire bats’ than professionals in this horrible attire.