The list I made during my first week at law school:
Things I want to do During My Five Years In Law School
Be a 10 pointer
Win an international level mooting competition
Get my article published in Harvard Law Journal
Intern at Amarchand Mangaldas
Write a book about life at law school and get it published
Fall in love J
The list I made after one semester:
Things I want to do in THIS Law school if I don’t clear CLAT and am stuck here:
Be a rebel. Revolt against the administration. Stick my tongue out at the director
Since the college won’t send me to moot in all likelihood, protest against the shocking arbitrariness and be VERY abusive.
Form my own debating committee.
Kick any guy who tries to mess with me in the nuts.
Become a raving alcoholic.
Not have any arrears. Who cares about being a ten-pointer?
Fall in Love? No way. What was I thinking?
Write a book about life at hell—oops I mean, law school and get it published. If this happens, I’ll mention names and the first page will say… “All the characters in the book are fictional and if you happen to find your name in it, it’s purely coincidental.”
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
more nonsense.
I don't know what is becoming of this tiny world we live in called 'country', and frankly, I am starting to care less. Maybe it's because some of us are giving up hope on the system that fails to cater to what is ought to cater, and which allows a million flaws to permeate through. I might sound cynical, but well, we're all powerless souls caught in the labyrinth of tyranny inflicted upon the state by people who possess power, misappropriately used. The misery created by Raj Thackeray is unpardonable, but ultimately, it is only power that counts, which is why he was allowed to go scot-free. Justice is never served.
As a law student, its awfully difficult to digest injustice that happens everywhere, every milli-second. And it's even more difficult since I study in a place where power holds over merit, and everytime you try to be different from the heap, there are vicious hands vying for your blood, clawing and frantically trying to pull you down and drag you to their incomprehensible level of inhumane barbarianism. You're asphyxiated by the manacles of a system that only succeeds in extinguishing the spark of enthusiasm that rests within you and saps you off energy, leaving you feeling crestfallen and hollow.
We live in an epoch where people in college are smitten by the Hindi-movie romances they see onscreen. Boy meets girl, they fall in 'love' within a span of few months, pour their hearts out to each other, and blah-blah-blah. Where have my fellow law students thrown their common sense?
And among all the other things that dont make sense, there is mooting. Mooting is the biggest fad in law school. It's considered fancy even. The hours of hardwork that go into preparing a memorial on a subject you have hardly any idea about, however, crumbles when you stand before the bench, and the useless judge (who is probably in an extremely bad mood that day) decides to vent his anger on you and grill you on some irrelevant tiny detail that needs a magnifying glass to be looked at. When your hardwork is reduced to dust, there are a million fingers pointing at you, not appreciating the fact that you've worked hard and done well, but actually trying to stamp out the tiny spark within you that yearns to be rekindled. Enthusiasm.
The system in most law schools (including the place I study in) sucks. There's no better substitute for the word. Apart from being infused with shocking arbitrariness, these so-called rules formulated by a bunch of hoity-toity seniors who think the world of themselves are often amended to suit their convenience. Any form of assertiveness exerted by some of us who possess more common sense than the rest is misconstrued as rebellion. So be it. The system that is full of loopholes demands rebellion, and if we all have to pelt the posh, glass windows of the administrative block with rotten tomatoes, so be it. However, this never happens.
You see, when you move forward to represent a chunk of people who are not bold enough to stand up for themselves, you automatically assume that you will be backed by your peers. But when you're too deep in the hole you've dug, you realize that you're alone. Those people you represent fail to watch you back.
Not even a semester is over, and already, law school seems to have sapped the energy out of me. Everytime you want to do something, there are ten people you go against. The politics within the college is disgusting, yet, so hard to keep out of. Once you're in it, there's no way to avoid the loathsome glares and the whisperings.
For those of you misconstrue my enthusiasm as being an opportunistic know-it-all, I couldn't care less. We're law students, living in a country that believes in democracy, and we shall ensure that justice prevails. Even if we have to revolt against the unreasonable, floating system established by the seniors, we will do so.
As a law student, its awfully difficult to digest injustice that happens everywhere, every milli-second. And it's even more difficult since I study in a place where power holds over merit, and everytime you try to be different from the heap, there are vicious hands vying for your blood, clawing and frantically trying to pull you down and drag you to their incomprehensible level of inhumane barbarianism. You're asphyxiated by the manacles of a system that only succeeds in extinguishing the spark of enthusiasm that rests within you and saps you off energy, leaving you feeling crestfallen and hollow.
We live in an epoch where people in college are smitten by the Hindi-movie romances they see onscreen. Boy meets girl, they fall in 'love' within a span of few months, pour their hearts out to each other, and blah-blah-blah. Where have my fellow law students thrown their common sense?
And among all the other things that dont make sense, there is mooting. Mooting is the biggest fad in law school. It's considered fancy even. The hours of hardwork that go into preparing a memorial on a subject you have hardly any idea about, however, crumbles when you stand before the bench, and the useless judge (who is probably in an extremely bad mood that day) decides to vent his anger on you and grill you on some irrelevant tiny detail that needs a magnifying glass to be looked at. When your hardwork is reduced to dust, there are a million fingers pointing at you, not appreciating the fact that you've worked hard and done well, but actually trying to stamp out the tiny spark within you that yearns to be rekindled. Enthusiasm.
The system in most law schools (including the place I study in) sucks. There's no better substitute for the word. Apart from being infused with shocking arbitrariness, these so-called rules formulated by a bunch of hoity-toity seniors who think the world of themselves are often amended to suit their convenience. Any form of assertiveness exerted by some of us who possess more common sense than the rest is misconstrued as rebellion. So be it. The system that is full of loopholes demands rebellion, and if we all have to pelt the posh, glass windows of the administrative block with rotten tomatoes, so be it. However, this never happens.
You see, when you move forward to represent a chunk of people who are not bold enough to stand up for themselves, you automatically assume that you will be backed by your peers. But when you're too deep in the hole you've dug, you realize that you're alone. Those people you represent fail to watch you back.
Not even a semester is over, and already, law school seems to have sapped the energy out of me. Everytime you want to do something, there are ten people you go against. The politics within the college is disgusting, yet, so hard to keep out of. Once you're in it, there's no way to avoid the loathsome glares and the whisperings.
For those of you misconstrue my enthusiasm as being an opportunistic know-it-all, I couldn't care less. We're law students, living in a country that believes in democracy, and we shall ensure that justice prevails. Even if we have to revolt against the unreasonable, floating system established by the seniors, we will do so.
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