I usually feel like writing or reading a fancy Secret-Seven (or Famous Five) mystery usually the night before an exam. I guess I am no different from anyone who wants to escape this awful ordeal of cramming useless, irrelevant bits of information, coupled with the not-so-infrequent use of abuse often directed at the teacher, or even at an equally disgruntled roommate. The semester so far has not been the least bit interesting, but well, there have been a few shocks, so I guess, that compensates for the lack of activity. The only interesting part of this semester was learning to play football for a sports-fest, which got postponed indefinitely, because the Director (or Dictator--refer Despot, which is a more appropriate name) feels that sports is an apparent waste of time for law students.
I often wish we had a campus life. Inter-college fests, sports-activities, concerts, and the like. But at University, campus life=NIL. It is the lack of activity, the lack of stuff to look forward to, the mentality of the people, and the fact that you find so few like-minded individuals in a place filled with people who seem like strangers, whichc throws you into depression-mode.
It is also the feeling you get when you expect something from someone whom you thought you had the right to expect something from, who lets you down very badly, even when she knows that it was, well, her duty to do what you expected her to do, since what you expected is something anyone would have done, then. And that is when you realize that you have so few people who will actually stand by you, and it is no point clutching onto those people who won't. They've chosen a different path. Let them go.
We learnt a poem in school called the 'Road Less Traveled'. I never remembered the verses of the poem, but I remember, ever so vividly, the gist of what it said. Often, I feel like I am treading on that road. The one that doesn't seem all that inviting, the one strewn with rocks...only, the poem says that the rocky path does lead somewhere. I do not know if I am going somewhere, anywhere. All I know is that with every step I take, the rocks under my foot hurt. But this just serves as an incentive to move on. To go in that direction. Because I believe that the rocky path does lead somewhere, whether it does, or doesn't. And if it doesn't, I'll think about it then. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Looking for a wall...

On the day he took his Presidential Oath, he stood facing a crowd of over a billion, ready to bring about a new revolution, to mend the blunders wreaked by the man before him, to fight against the rebelling masses of the Middle-East with his sincerity, intelligence and conviction. He carried on his shoulders, the trust reposed by the entire world who were counting on him to make the change, that change, which would diminish the sardonic repercussions of the Sub-prime crisis, which would lessen the very ideals of war, and which would free themselves from the painful clutches of Religious-fanatics, who impugn the Western countries for tarnishing scarcely agreed upon social norms. He stands as an epitome of equality, an African-American, white teeth against ebony skin—the very skin that, at that standing alludes to the end of racism. Centuries ago, when America was caught in the labyrinth of the Civil War, when slavery prevailed, and when the blacks or the “niggers”, as they were referred to with utmost disparage, were treated as vermin, no one would have imagined that one day, one of them would stand and take a step forward to bring about a new world.
A graduate of Columbia University and Harvard Law School, he worked as a community organizer and practiced as a civil rights attorney before serving in the Illinois Senate. A man with undisputed intelligence, wit, ambition, charm and courage. One debonair man who will definitely infuse the world with a mélange of progress and peace, who will end the menace of war, who will tread on the path to triumph with much panache and who will never bask in glory. The Muslim blood that runs in his veins shall aid in nurturing peaceful ties with the oil-exporting countries.
The world can get ready for a new start. Meanwhile, we Indians can only hope that a Barack Obama will save our country someday.