Ep:12:The Calm Flight

There were two well-known politicians in the country.One was always seen wearing a red tie.The other one always wore a blue tie.They belonged to different political parties.They had different ideas about how to run the country.Because of that, they argued all the time.

People often saw them on TV, shouting during debates.They pointed fingers, raised their voices, and blamed each other.Sometimes, it even looked like they would throw things!

People at home watched them like it was a show.Some students joked, “These two should get their own TV series!”

One day, both politicians had to attend a meeting in another city.They both booked flights to get there.

When they arrived at the airport, the airline told them something surprising:“Sorry, sirs, only two business class seats left… and they’re next to each other.”

Uh-oh.Everyone around expected trouble.

The flight attendants got nervous.One whispered, “Should we separate them?”But the seats were already fixed.

The two politicians didn’t say anything.They just nodded and walked onto the plane.

Once they sat down, something very unexpected happened.

Nothing. Happened. At all.

The man in the red tie quietly sipped green tea.The man in the blue tie opened a puzzle book and started solving Sudoku.They didn’t shout.They didn’t even frown.

They just sat peacefully. Like two strangers on a calm bus ride.

A lawyer sitting in the row behind them kept watching.He had seen both of them yelling on TV the night before.Now, here they were—quiet, calm, even polite.

He couldn’t understand it.

After a while, he leaned forward and asked politely,“Excuse me, sirs. I don’t mean to bother you, but…

Aren’t you two always fighting? What happened?”

The man in the blue tie smiled.The man in the red tie chuckled.

Then one of them said, “We only argue during work. That’s our job.”

The other nodded and said, “Just like you lawyers. You fight in court, but then have coffee together.”

The lawyer was surprised.

He thought about his own job.Yes, it was true. He often stood in court and argued with other lawyers.

He shouted “Objection!” and said strong things.But after the case ended, he and the other lawyer would sometimes go out for lunch.

He smiled and said, “You’re right. I never thought about it that way.”

The two politicians nodded.They didn’t hate each other. They just had different roles, different opinions.

But outside of debates, they could still be friendly.

By the end of the flight, they even shared a pack of cookies.One of them joked, “Next debate, I’ll argue better if I eat a cookie first.”The other laughed, “Only if it’s chocolate chip!”

Everyone on the plane smiled.Even the lawyer.

Moral of the story:

They shout and fight on TV screens,Then laugh and share snacks behind the scenes!

Ajay Amitabh Suman, Patent and Trademark Attorney,Lawfing Lawyer

Ep:11:The Missing Senior

It was a quiet afternoon in the courtroom. The fan was buzzing, and people looked bored.

Then the Judge came back from lunch. He sat down, looked serious, and said, "Next case."Everyone sat up. Something was about to happen.The young junior lawyer stood up. He looked nervous—like he just saw a ghost in his file.No one knew it yet, what was going to happen. 

That young junior lawyer stood up.He looked nervous.Very nervous.This was the second time he was asking for more time from  the Judge today.In the morning, at 11 o'clock, he had said,"My Lord, my Senior is stuck in traffic. Can we take the case at 2 PM?"The Judge smiled and said,"Okay. Come back at 2 PM."

Now it was 2 PM.Everyone was waiting.But the Senior Lawyer was still not there.The Judge asked,"Where is your Senior now?"

The junior lawyer said,"My Lord… now he is stuck in another court."

The Judge looked surprised."First traffic, now another court?"

The junior nodded fast."Yes, My Lord. He got stuck again."

The Judge said,"This is not a train station. I can’t keep waiting all day."

People in the courtroom giggled.Then the Judge asked,"So when will your Senior come?"

The junior smiled nervously."Tomorrow, My Lord. At 2 PM."

The Judge stared at him."Will he appear like magic—poof!—from the air?"

The junior laughed and said,"If he doesn’t, My Lord… I will become invisible!"

Everyone laughed!Even the Judge smiled and said,"Okay! But if you vanish, we’ll send a search team!"

The whole courtroom laughed.Even the peon near the door was smiling.

Moral of the Story:

Don’t blame traffic twice,Don’t use the same excuse thrice,And always Track your Senior on a GPS device!

Ajay Amitabh Suman,Patent and Trademark Attorney,The Lawfing Lawyer

11 AM Vs 2 PM

It was a quiet, serious afternoon in Courtroom.he Judge had just returned after his short break.The clock struck 2 PM—time for the next matter.A young junior counsel stood up nervously.Earlier that morning, he had asked for time.He had claimed—quite seriously—that his Senior Advocate was stuck in a traffic jam. The Judge had kindly granted time till 2 PM.But now, as everyone looked around… the Senior was still missing.What excuse would the junior give this time?

The Judge looked down with a patient frown,
"You're here again... but where's your gown?"

"Oh, I’m here, My Lord," the junior said,
"But my Senior’s missing—I’m filled with dread."

“At 11 AM, you sought some time,
that traffic stopped him, like nursery rhyme.”

"Yes, My Lord," the junior replied,
“The jam was thick—he almost cried!”

The Judge leaned back, calm but stern,
“I gave you time… now it’s your turn.”

The junior coughed and looked around,
Hoping his Senior might be found.

"My Lord,” he said, “it’s not the street—
This time, he's in a courtroom seat."

“He's trapped again,” said the young man,
“In another case, with a different plan.”

The Judge sighed deep, rubbed his face,
As silence swept across the place.

"You want more time? How many tries?
Should I wait here till pigs can fly?"

The junior, red with shame and sorrow,
Said softly, “Just… until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, My Lord! Please don’t be grim,
At 2 PM, we shall surely begin!”

“Tomorrow at 2?” the Judge gave a glare.
“Will he appear—poof!—out of thin air?”

The courtroom laughed, the moment was tight,
The Judge just sighed, “Fine. One more night.”

Moral of the Poem:

If your Senior’s missing once or twice,
Make sure the third excuse sounds extra nice.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney
Lawfing Lawyer

Half Pay Vs Delay

A tense client rushed in, asking, “Where’s Advocate Sir? The matter’s about to be called!”The junior counsel replied coolly, “Don’t worry, Senior Advocate is briefed.”The client muttered, “He may be sharp, but your boss is like family to me.”Just then, the door creaked open everyone turned—Was it him… or another delay. Where’s My Advocate?  

A Client ran fast, all in a haste,  

"Where’s your boss? No time to waste!"  

Junior smiled, calm and free,  

"Senior’s briefed, just trust in me!"  

Client huffed, shook his head,  

"My nerves are high, my heart is dead!"  

Junior laughed, "Why this fear?  

Senior’s great, he’s almost here!"  

Client sighed, "I know he's best,  

But my guy? He beats the rest!"  

"Experts talk, they make it grand,  

But your boss? He understands!"  

Clock went tick, doors went bang!  

Senior spoke—the client sank.  

Then it happened, loud and late,  

Boss walked in—no sign of hate.  

Client asked, “Why the delay?”  

Boss just smiled, “Half the pay!”  

Client gasped, then laughed in glee,  

“Next time, full—just bill it to me!”  

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney

Lawfing Lawyer

Present My Lord Vs Future My Lord

In court, a lawyer questioned the judge’s ability to hear a case, pointing out that the judge had once defended it. The judge simply replied, “No, my Lord, I stood where you are… soon, you may stand where I am.” The lawyer froze. Was it a joke—or a prediction?

In court one day, a case was set,

Defendant’s counsel, bold and met.

He cleared his throat, then raised his face,

"My Lord, will you still hear this case?"

The Judge sat back, his smile was wide,

He shook his head, and then replied,

"No, my Lord, I must decline,

This case was once a fight of mine."

The counsel blinked, his brow now tight,

Something here just wasn’t right.

"My Lord? But why address me so?

I’m just a lawyer, this I know!"

The Judge then chuckled, eyes so bright,

A knowing grin, a look so light.

"Because, my friend, not long ago,

I stood right there—I’ve walked this road.

I fought this case, I knew the fight,

Now here I sit, a Judge in white.

The path ahead? Oh, can’t you see?

Soon this bench will call for thee!"

The counsel gasped, the crowd amused,

The courtroom filled with laughter loose.

A Judge today was once like you,

And soon, my friend, you'll wear the shoe!

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney

Lawfing Lawyer

Cooling Tech Vs Heating Effect

It was a tense day in court. A major patent case on cooling technology was being argued. The judge, known for his sharp mind, listened carefully. But soon, something unexpected happened—his head started feeling hot! Was it the complexity of the case, or was the cooling technology failing right in front of him?

A case was heard, a patent fight,

On cooling tech—was it new, or trite?

The judge sat high, with furrowed brow,

Scratching his head—"It’s hot in here now!"

"Mr. Counsel, I must confess,

This cooling tech has made a mess!

My head is heated, thoughts unclear,

Explain it well—I need to hear!"

The lawyer bowed, and with a grin,

Said, "Cooling tech heats up within!

Even ACs, while cooling air,

Throw out heat—it’s only fair!"

The judge then gasped, "Well, that is plain!

Your client’s claim is all in vain!

No new step, no bright delight,

Just old tech in a different light!"

And with that word, the case was tossed,

The lawyer sighed, the client lost.

The courtroom laughed, the ruling done—

Cooling tech had warmed no one!

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney

Lawfing Lawyer

Fight Vs Flight

Imagine two fierce political rivals, always at each other’s throats, suddenly sitting side by side on a flight, calm as can be. How is that possible after all their fiery debates and dramatic showdowns? A puzzled lawyer asks, only to get an answer that reveals a hilarious truth—not just about politics, but about lawyers too!

A leader of red,

A leader of blue,

Fighting all day,

With much ado.

They shout, they roar,

They throw the blame,

Yet on a flight,

They're just the same.

One sips his tea,

One takes a nap,

No chairs are thrown,

No angry clap.

"How is this so?"

A lawyer inquires,

"After such heat,

No more fires?"

The other laughs,

With knowing cheer,

"It's just like us,

With wine and beer!"

We fight in court,

We clash, we yell,

We twist each word,

We weave a spell.

But once it's done,

And battle's through,

We sip our tea,

Like old pals do.

We joke, we chat,

We laugh, we tease,

The war was just,

A legal breeze!

For court is stage,

A grand debate,

But outside doors,

No need for hate!

And if one wins,

The other grieves,

But buys the tea—

With lawyer’s fees!

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney

Lawfing Lawyer

Thunder Vs Wonder

One day, a curious law student met a seasoned IPR lawyer and, with a spark of excitement, asked, "Sir, what’s the eighth wonder of the IPR world?" The lawyer smirked, adjusted his glasses, and leaned in as if revealing a deep legal secret. Let's see in this poem, what he finally finally narrated to the student. 

A law student, curious and bright,

Asked a lawyer, wise and right—

"Sir, what’s the wonder, tell me true?"

"Listen up, O boy I’ll give a clue!"

A man who steals tradename old, 

Sells his goods, makes some gold.

When gets sued—oh, what a sight!

He shouts, "you’re stealing my right!"

Like thunder, he roars, loud and wild,

"My brand is gone! I’ve been defiled!"

and we just laugh, shake our head,

"His ‘wonder’ claim is storming dead!"

So, every pirate , time and again,

Cries "I’m the victim!"—but in vain.

Their stolen brand, their final plea,

A thunderous wonder for all to see!

Ajay Amitabh Suman

Patent and Trademark Attorney

Lawfing Lawyer