LAW IS A LIE AGAINST NATURE
- Madhukar Dama
- 2 days ago
- 4 min read
“No One Taught You the Law — But You’re Still Guilty”
INTRODUCTION
In a small, forgotten hamlet between the hills of northern Karnataka, a solitary mud dwelling stands wrapped in silence. Its roof is made of dried sugarcane leaves, its walls breathe the scent of cow dung and earth, and its doors remain always open.
This is the home of Madhukar the Hermit — once a civil engineer, now a fierce critic of all artificial institutions: government, law, schooling, money, and modern medicine. People say he once built skyscrapers. Now he grows spinach.
Today, a visitor arrives. A man from the city. Wounded not in flesh, but in dignity.
He is not here for shelter. He is here for answers.
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CHARACTER DETAILS
MADHUKAR THE HERMIT (Age: 62)
A former engineer who walked away from the legal-industrial complex after a moral collapse during a highway project.
He lives off-grid, grows his own food, teaches children under a tree, and writes legal acts on leaves and lets the wind carry them.
Speaks softly, but every word hits like a courtroom hammer wrapped in neem bark.
He believes that real law is felt, not written. That instinct is superior to legal education.
He rarely smiles, but when he does, it means you've said something honest.
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RAGHAV (Age: 39)
An educated but emotionally exhausted man from Hubballi.
Recently fined for building an eco-friendly mud house on ancestral land without approval from the Panchayat or Town Planning Department.
He has spent the last six months navigating red tape, corruption, and humiliation in offices where no one listens but everyone stamps.
He once believed in law. Now he believes he was a fool.
Carries a thick file of legal documents, but what really weighs him down is the betrayal of common sense.
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PART 1: THE VISITOR ARRIVES
He came with court papers.
He left with questions that no judge could answer.
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VISITOR (RAGHAV):
Madhukar… I built a mud hut on my own land.
No concrete, no laborers, no loan.
Just soil and sunlight.
And now they say I broke the law.
No approval. No blueprint. No registration.
MADHUKAR:
They worship bricks, not mud.
They trust architects, not instincts.
You threatened the economy, not the ecology. That’s your crime.
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PART 2: THE LAWS THAT NOBODY READS
RAGHAV:
But I didn’t even know it was illegal.
No one told me I needed permission to sleep under my own roof.
And they fined me…
As if ignorance is guilt.
MADHUKAR:
Because in their world, law is not education. It is entrapment.
They write laws in hidden languages, in inaccessible books.
Not to guide, but to trap.
If they truly wanted you to live rightly, they’d teach law like they teach alphabets.
But no.
They teach you how to obey.
Not how to understand.
RAGHAV:
Why isn’t the law part of school then?
MADHUKAR:
Because school too is a preparation to be ruled, not to be free.
What is law to a slave?
Just another leash.
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PART 3: TRIBES NEVER NEEDED COURTS
RAGHAV:
So what about tribes? Nomads? Forest dwellers?
They live without these laws.
MADHUKAR:
And yet, they live with far more harmony.
Their law is simple:
Don’t take more than you need.
Don’t spoil what feeds you.
Share what overflows.
Fight only when the forest itself is under attack.
RAGHAV:
So law once meant balance. Now it means bondage.
MADHUKAR:
Exactly.
Natural law is felt. Legal law is enforced.
In nature, every action has a consequence.
But in man’s law, the consequence depends on your caste, cash, or contacts.
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PART 4: THE BUSINESS OF LAW
RAGHAV:
Then what is the real purpose of law today?
MADHUKAR:
To create crime where there is none.
To make you fear your own freedom.
To fill the courts, the jails, the tax departments.
Laws keep the poor scared, the rich safe, and the middle class forever apologetic.
RAGHAV:
And still, people call it justice.
MADHUKAR:
Justice doesn’t wear robes.
It wears the eyes of a hungry child, the hands of an honest farmer, and the tears of a wrongly jailed man.
But they replaced it with verdicts and stamps.
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PART 5: THE ILLUSION OF PROTECTION
RAGHAV:
But some say, law protects the weak.
MADHUKAR:
Then show me a weak man who sued a rich one and won.
Laws don’t protect. They delay suffering. They legalize waiting.
In the jungle, the strong are humbled by the balance of the whole.
In society, the strong write the laws.
And call it order.
RAGHAV:
So what should we follow?
MADHUKAR:
**Follow what does not need a book:
Don’t harm what you depend on.
Don’t lie to someone weaker than you.
Don’t pretend ignorance when you know the truth.
This is law. Real law. Instinct law.
Not sections and clauses.**
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PART 6: THE INVISIBLE PRISON
RAGHAV:
And if I refuse to follow their laws?
MADHUKAR:
They will call you a criminal.
But remember—every rebel who ever lived in truth has worn that label.
Gandhi was jailed.
Socrates was executed.
The Buddha was exiled.
Truth is always illegal when lies rule the land.
RAGHAV:
So what’s the way out?
MADHUKAR:
Not escape.
But exit from illusion.
Live so simply, so locally, so naturally…
that no law can reach you.
Because you’ve returned to the law of soil, sweat, and song.
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“THIS LAW IS NOT MINE”
they jailed a man
for sleeping in a hut
he built with his own hands—
mud slapped with love
straw threaded with silence.
they said
he didn’t get approval.
he didn’t get clearance.
he didn’t ask the crown
if he could kneel on his own land.
but he asked the moon.
he asked the ants.
he asked his back,
and they all said yes.
law books
gather dust on mahogany shelves
in rooms colder than graves
while the crow outside knows
not to shit on his own nest.
a government of printed pages
never touched the earth
yet it decides
where you can piss
where you can grow spinach
and how long your roof can be.
I’d rather be illegal
under the stars
than legal
under a lie.
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