I was a rookie lawyer, out on a limb, in a strange city, having led a protected life as a Police Officer’s daughter. Unpractical, unaware of the ways of Mumbai, it’s cut throat Corporate culture... Unsure of what lies ahead. Having landed there after understanding that courts in the town, where I lived with parents, had a ‘rate system’, and the correct value system imbibed from father made that thought abhorrent. One could hope to have a decent practice if, 1. One’s father/ brother was either a lawyer or a judge, Or, 2. If one was willing to deal with touts to get court cases; And, one was a Male. There were no lady lawyers doing anything of import. Some would be there with above relatives, doing routine paper work, never getting to do any arguments, which is what I really wanted to do- cross examination, trial, etc. Trials were a travesty. Judges were absent from courts, lawyers would do the Chief with the court clerk writing down the same, trials’ outcome predetermined... I have always been sure of what I would not do, what I would not become, no matter what...
It was then that I chanced upon J. MC Chagla’s Roses In December! People say there are books that define their life. I never achieved the kind of success that J. Chagla did. Not even close. Not many do. But, his book gave me hope in an otherwise opaque world. If a small boy who lost a parent could go on to become a jurist, a practicing lawyer, Justice (1941-1947) & Chief Justice of the Bombay High Court (1947-1958), Acting Governor of State of Bombay, Indian ambassador to the US (1958-1961), Cabinet Minister Education (1963-1966) & External Affairs (1966-1967), and numerous other achievements, then there is hope for all who wanted the system to achieve it’s glory to the fullest, without compromising on ethics and morality.
An agnostic Khoja Muslim, he was cremated per his wish. He had renounced his surname Merchant due to its association with money. Choosing to use his great grand father’s pet name Chagla, meaning ‘favourite’ in his mother tongue Kutchi.
The inscription on the statue plinth at the Bombay High Court reads:
"A great judge, a great citizen, and, above all, a great human being."
His autobiography sums this up well. Read it, even if you’re not a an aspiring lawyer. You will find true inspiration.
(Dates above wrt having started/ finished the book are tentative, based on the date of purchase.)