Life As I Know It

If JSSLC were a woman, I’d like to imagine her as being a VERY pregnant woman carrying 75 children in her womb. Since she is a unique woman her gestation period is for a period of 5 years. She is due to deliver on 30th of April. That in legal parlance would make me a person who is en ventre sa mere. On 30th of April I’ll bite at the umbilical cord and run in the opposite direction of my college never to come back. (Except of course to write my final semester exams and attend the viva voce) The count down officially begins at midnight. The joy of knowing that I’m almost out of here has put me in such a cheerful mood. I even agreed to help a couple of people who in the past have been very mean to me. Doing this made me happier . Nothing can please me more than the confused look on people’s faces when I agree to help them. When I agree to help them, there is a startled look on their face and confusion soon gets to them and they start wondering what I could possibly gain from helping th

My weekend began this Thursday. Yesterday was the desi New Year. I haven’t really counted the number of times one celebrates new years in India. I’ll probably do that after posting this blog. There are several traditions to herald the New Year. One of my favorites is the eating of jaggery with neem leaves. According to the myth, the after taste that this combo leaves in your mouth determines the course of your year. So if you end up with a bitter taste too bad. If you end up with a sweet taste good for you. I always cheat. I put both in my mouth but chew the leaf first and then the jaggery. After all we make our own futures. I just stubbornly choose to have a good one. I spent most of Thursday feeling like Po from Kung Fu panda. I don’t want to make noodles for the rest of my life. Noodle making is an option. I know that. I know that really well. But Law is my Kung Fu. I want to do Kung Fu! I cannot imagine compromising with my ambitions now . I was expecting this to be my worst e

The weekend was very interesting. I learnt a few things about myself. That I can be patient, angry, sad, happy and confused all at once. The result is a major giggling fit. I NEVER giggle. People who giggle always annoy me. So I guess I was also annoyed with myself. Apart from my emotional irrationality I FINALLY found one thing that I liked about this guy that I don’t like all that much in my class- He has PRETTY feet! I like pretty feet, never seen them on a guy though. This weekend I also had the moot court competition. Our team gets the second highest score in the memorials. We won the oral arguments in both the rounds--- BUT we failed to qualify to the next round. Why? I DON”T KNOW! I just got my score sheet via mail. I don’t want to call those people up. So this is IT for me. No more mooting. I had more fun in Delhi, when we’d been to the Dunant moot which was SO much fun. I enjoyed the journey(48 hrs), during which my friends and I were generally making conversation. The co

Varun Gandhi said things he shouldn’t have. Now he is facing charges against the comments he made during the campaign. What is the point though? The comments have been made. Damage has been done. Further with the recent support the Ram Sena has garnered with its moral policing has only accelerated the communal sentiments. The cherry on top being the Mumbai attacks. Instead of concentrating on issues relating to employment generation, education (go beyond reservations), population control, health, giving small scale industries a push, Agriculture-farmers etc… which are some of the basic concepts that our politicians fail to see. They are adamant on not going beyond religion and caste. All they want to play on is the sentiments of the general population (which pretty much borders on emotional black mail) Where does the common man stand now? What does he do? We don’t need to send Muslims across the border to Pakistan. We as a country don’t need to do anything that remotely attaches itself

For almost the whole of this academic year I haven’t felt like a part of this college. I have been here for over 4 years and yet I feel no sense of belonging. No emotional attachment to this place. Just pure joy of graduating in two and a half months. I don’t know if it is me or the people in this place. I have asked myself if I ever gave this place a chance. I think I did, if not completely definitely in parts. All the friends I did make have graduated. I can count them on my fingers. It was when I was with them that I didn’t feel completely lost. Last year I knew when two of my most loved friends were graduating that the final year would be unbearably sad. There has been only one other thing that has kept me afloat in this college – Mooting. I voluntarily retired from mooting in September, but it’s so addictive I had to go for one last moot. We started researching for a moot this Monday. While working on the moot I feel like I belong here. Even if it is only for a while it’s nic

[When I was a kid my brother loved messing with my brain. He once told me that whatever people think appears like a speech bubble near their head. He told me that only adults had the power to see the bubble that we kids could not see them. I asked my friend who was older than my brother if this was true and he said no. I remember coming back home sitting at the dining table imagining punching my brother and watching my parent’s expression they didn’t seem the least bothered.] Staying on track in this particular class is probably the toughest thing to do. The lecturer and I share a mutual dislike for each other. So, I let my mind wander and this is what happens when it goes for a walk on its own. This would have been the speech bubble near my head. Corpus – corporate-juristic person-‘the’ looks like flu-Bird Flu-M.I.A- O Saya- Slum dog Millionaire- Danny Boyle- Silly movie- Didn’t deserve Oscar (s)- Rahman has done better work- Roja-Bombay- Maximum City (Super book)- Travelogue- go

“Cd u ps hlp m wit mms 4 d mt on md? I hv no id hw 2 prcd. No bc ps cal.” This text was sent to me and try as I may I could not decipher the whole message except for the last part that says “cal”. So I called my friend. Here is the translation, “Could you please help me with the memorials for the moot on Monday? I have no idea as to how to proceed. No balance please call.” I like words spelt completely. I don’t use abbreviations unless it is universal and can make sense to one who is not so keen on using them. It is true about language being the worst tool for communication. My generation has been further successful in totally disabling this tool of its very purpose.

“ All the world’s a dumpster, and all the men and women have either dumped or been dumped .” – Ashwini Shenoy I am not a relationship expert, but final year in law college clubbed with frequent visits to the Family Court with some strange influence of people in my college I have come to view the whole world as a dumpster. Couples once together now strangers. Couples who came to the court to marry 6 months back, are back seeking a divorce. It’s amazing how the equation in relationships keep changing. If you view a relationship as an equation in today’s day and age, there are no constants, only variables. These variables change with time and will not necessarily balance the equation that’s when things start going wrong. Therefore the frequency of break ups is on a high. Hence almost 90% of the whole world population can be classified under two categories – The Dumpers and The Dumped (some are [un] lucky enough to have been on both sides of the divide) Recently, my one joy of “techie-co

After walking into every book store possible for some books on my list of MUST READ BOOKS and not getting even ONE book on my list, a friend of mine suggested I check this site out. This is one amazing site and if there are people out there who know other sites from where e-books/comics can be downloaded please leave the link. P.S: I used to frown upon people who downloaded e-books but college life is tough and cheapness is the new trend so why not? :)

My Grandpa used to collect coins and I guess I have inherited the love for coins and especially the ones fresh from the mint form him. I don't restrict my collection to Indian coins but coins from all over the world. I hope I get to travel to every country that I have a coin of as of now. My first ever coin in the collection was a 50 cent Canadian coin that a vegetable vendor gave me in Mahim mistaking it for a 5o paise coin. I was 9 or 10 back then, and from there began my curiosity in currencies. I have a 200 rouble bill which is worth just 3 paise now! Almost all the coins I have collected have a story behind them and I have always wanted to find out exactly how much the collection is worth. Here is a glimpse into my collection: P.S : These coins were not meant for circulation but were sold as collectors item each year. The Rs.50 coins over shadow all the giant silver Rs.10 coins :)

Today was my final ethnic day in college and I’m glad it’s finally over. This was probably the most boring ethnic day in the past 5 years and we hit an all time low when most of the students didn’t turn up. The culturals were just mediocre. But what amused me most were the Afghani boys dancing. For the past one and half years they showed no interest in any cultural activity and all of a sudden this year they decided to dance to their national song (which went on for 15 minutes!!!). I hated every min in my sari because it was so freaking hot and to have to wear that blessed dress is no joke. I’m looking forward to holi , that’s going to be the most fun.

This village visit was different as everyone was assigned to the same village. We had to make a list of disputes and find out if the villagers were aware of the new amendments made. There were over 600 houses that needed to be surveyed. I wasn’t looking forward to the whole trip for 2 reasons (a) we had to travel for almost 50 kms in this heat, (b) Spending MORE time with my classmates is not my idea of fun. We decided that we would all leave together as most of us did not know the route and the roads weren’t all that good so we knew there were chances of punctured tires, accidents and instances of people running out of petrol. The basic idea was to stick together because the chances of at least 2 of the above happening were very high. My friend and I constituted the “in-between people”- the ones that neither go too fast nor too slow. With us was this other girl who ended up in an accident the very first time she took her wheels for a spin. She is a bad rider and I didn’t want to be

One day little Babbitty Rabbitty was happily munching on a carrot that he found near the door of his house. He thought it must be the “surprise” parcel his mother had promised to send him. All of a sudden he found himself trapped under a net. He looked up to see his captor, it was a little boy. The boy promised to take care of him if the rabbit agreed to stay at the boy’s house and be his pet. Babbitty Rabbitty was a very lazy rabbit; he thought to himself, “Such opportunities are rare to come-TAKE IT”. The foolish Rabbit agreed. Days became weeks, weeks went on to become a month. Then on the first day of the new month, the little boy came and picked his play mate and inspected him and then gave him a cuddle and a hug and told Babbitty Rabbitty that he had a surprise for him. Babbitty Rabbitty was excited, he loved surprises. The boy placed Babbitty Rabbitty in a place which was pitch dark, but when Babbitty Rabbitty looked up he could see the boys face smiling down at him. Babbitty Ra