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The Attorney General, a tall, sharp-featured man named Rakesh Malhotra, rose to address the bench. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing unnaturally loud in the hushed hall.
“Your Lordships, the Constitution (Amendment) Act, 2035, is not an act of destruction but of restoration. The Parliament, in its sovereign wisdom, has merely exercised the plenary power under Article 368. The so-called ‘basic structure’ doctrine was never part of the original text. It was a judicial invention—a noble one in its time, perhaps—but one that has outlived its utility. The 13-judge bench in 2035 correctly held that Parliament is the ultimate custodian of the Constitution. No court can bind future generations with an eternal straitjacket.”
Thakur interrupted, voice low but cutting. “Mr. Attorney General, are you suggesting that Parliament can tomorrow declare the Preamble to be a mere poem, strip away every fundamental right, and proclaim a monarchy? Where is the limit?”
Malhotra smiled thinly. “Your Lordship, the limit is the people themselves. They elect the Parliament. If the people disapprove, they will vote it out. That is the only true democracy.”
Panicker leaned forward, spectacles glinting. “And if the people are fed propaganda, if the media is muzzled, if dissent is branded sedition? Then what? You ask us to trust the very institution that just removed ‘democratic’ from the Preamble?”
A ripple of murmurs from the bar. Malhotra’s smile vanished. “The learned senior counsel is assuming mala fides. The amendment reflects the will of the majority. It restores Bharat to its civilizational roots—cow protection as a fundamental right, Hindi as the national language, Sanskrit as its soul. These are not impositions; they are corrections.”
Desai spoke next, his voice slow and deliberate. “But the removal of ‘secular’ and ‘socialist’—the deletion of the right to free exercise of religion—how do you justify that? Are we now to have a state religion by default?”
Malhotra’s tone sharpened. “The Constitution never mandated secularism as a rigid principle. It was an addition in 1976. We have merely returned to the original vision. And as for religion, the amendment does not prohibit faith; it removes the right to proselytise and convert, which has caused social discord. Surely Your Lordships cannot deny the chaos caused by unchecked missionary activity?”
Manohar, usually quiet, now spoke with quiet force. “The right to propagate religion is part of Article 25. You cannot delete it and claim it is mere ‘restoration’. This is rewriting the text to suit one ideology. If this amendment stands, tomorrow another Parliament can reinstate ‘secular’ and ‘socialist’—or delete ‘sovereign’ and ‘republic’. Then what? The Constitution becomes a revolving door.”
The Attorney General paused, glancing toward the back of the courtroom where a small group of government officials sat, including the Law Minister’s aide. He took a breath. “Your Lordships, the power to amend is unlimited. The people’s representatives have spoken. To strike this down would be to impose judicial supremacy over parliamentary sovereignty—a dangerous precedent.”
Thakur’s eyes narrowed. “Parliamentary sovereignty is not absolute. It is sovereignty under the Constitution. The people did not give Parliament the power to destroy the Constitution itself. Kesavananda Bharati held that the basic structure is beyond amendment. You overruled it in a bench that was constituted… unusually. We are here to examine whether that overruling was itself constitutional.”
Malhotra opened his mouth, but Thakur raised a hand. “We have heard you. We will hear the petitioners now.”
The senior counsel for the petitioners, an elderly woman with silver hair and a voice like steel, rose. Her name was Meera Iyer, once a law minister herself, now a fierce defender of the old order.
“Your Lordships, this is not about religion or language or cows. This is about power. The amendment removes the word ‘democratic’ from the Preamble. It deletes ‘personal liberty’ from Article 21. It allows Emergency on grounds of ‘internal disturbance’ or ‘threat to public order’—words vague enough to cover any protest, any tweet, any whisper of dissent. If this stands, the Constitution becomes a husk. The basic structure doctrine was not an invention; it was the court’s answer to the question: can a majority tomorrow vote to end democracy itself? The answer must be no. Otherwise, the Constitution is dead.”
She paused, letting the words sink in. “The 2035 judgment was procured by the very man who now sits in Rashtrapati Bhavan. A Chief Justice who became Acting President after two suspicious deaths, who then presided over a bench that erased the only safeguard against majoritarian tyranny. If Your Lordships uphold this, you will not just validate the amendment—you will validate the coup that enabled it.”
The courtroom was silent. Even the fans seemed to stop whirring.
Thakur looked at his brother judges. Some nodded imperceptibly. Others stared ahead, faces unreadable.
“We will reserve judgment,” he said finally. “The court will pronounce its verdict in due course. But let me be clear: we will not flinch from our duty. The Constitution is not a toy to be rewritten at whim. It is the soul of this nation. And we will protect it.”
As the judges rose, the bar erupted in murmurs. Outside the courtroom, television cameras waited like vultures. Reporters surged forward.
In the corridor, Ramalingam’s aide whispered into his phone. “Sir, the bench looks divided. But Thakur is leading hard. We may lose.”
At the other end, in Rashtrapati Bhavan, Ramalingam stubbed out his cigarette. His voice was calm, almost serene.
“Then we do what we must. Prepare the papers for impeachment. And tell Sashikala… it’s time to move to the next phase.”
The sun dipped behind the dome of the Supreme Court. Shadows lengthened across the lawns. Somewhere, a clerk was already typing the first draft of the judgment.
The confrontation had begun. The verdict would decide everything.
Chapter 2: https://www.legallyindia.com/convos/topic/237709#comment-237709
Chapter 3: https://www.legallyindia.com/convos/topic/238910-chapter-3-the-resistance