OF all who know one's worthOne's colleagues are the bestYou realise you have made itIf you successfully pass their test.So when the collegium namesThose it deems to be most fitOne would tend to imagineThat that's the end of it.But no,that's just the beginningA recommendation is just thatIt passes through many handsTill the file of notings grows fat.Till then the one recommendedExperiences uncertainty,anguishAs it is just impossible to knowWhich file will sail,which languish.Some names just keep floatingWhile some sink and some sailWe wish things were transparentBut such efforts are of no avail.Pity the plight of those judgesWho will be retiring very soonTo be Chief even for a monthIs nothing short of a boon.The lure of post-retirement perksHas been the bane of our NationBut becoming Chief somewhereIs the ticket to bag Arbitration.If everything was fair and openAll would be well and goodWhy we cling to this status quoIs what needs to be understood
