No, the Justice is not the frog prince who turned into an editor soon after he sat on his new chair in the press council of India office. People with such perverted imagination should remember that he wielded a gavel not long ago and could have hammered them to death. It’s just that such talents cannot remain hidden long. And that he loves playing ‘order, order’, a wont which won’t go so easily.

The very day when the entire media lunged at him like an infuriated big-sized monkey when he termed most of them as being of “poor intellectual level”, he hid behind the wall like a child in trepidation, determined to prove that he was better than them, even if not right. 

Thereon, he wore his black cap before he sat to go through newspapers. Bingo! Not long after that, he got this pest of an editor right in the line of his gavel waiting for just one indolent stroke. Dev Anand, in all of India only Dev Anand’s death, on page one, the Justice roared. ‘So many poor farmers die in India, they don’t make it to page one. Why then Dev Anand’s death as the lead story? News selection overruled.’

‘My lord,’ this pest of an editor said meekly, ‘I wasn’t always this bald. Long, long ago, I was young and didn’t wear these thick lenses. But in my journey to learn the newswordly ways, I have spent my youth…’

‘And see you haven’t learned these so well even now. On the contrary, I am so smart. It is not my job and yet I know it all,’ the Justice said.

‘That’s my point, your lordship, that’s my point. It is not your job. And you don’t know it all. It’s your assumption,’ the pest with thick lenses said.

‘If a reprieve is promised, can I ask you something, my lord?’

‘You can. Tell me.’

‘Who do you report to? I mean, when you pronounce verdict, who do you have in mind as the one watching you?’

‘Ah, you make me sentimental. She is the Roman goddess Justitia, the Lady Justice. The Greeks called her Dike.’

‘But she is blind. She cannot see. How can she watch you?’

‘Oh, you pest, you annoy me no end. How do I explain? It’s a sort of connection. We both don’t need eyes to see each other. We connect to each other.’ 

‘That’s my point, your honour. For me, my reader is like Lady Justice. And I connect to him. I know what he wants to read. Seldom do I fail him and even when I do, he chides me back. It’s the same sort of connection that you have with Justitia,’ says the pest.

‘Arguement, you audacious pest! This is contempt. I can condemn you to gaol right away. But my magnanimity is more enormous than your folly. It knows no bounds. However, I’ll have to watch you now on. Court adjourned until my next comment on media in media.’ 

All stand up please, the Justice leaves.