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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Law School


Someday you will meet a man who cares nothing for Fame, Comfort, Wealth, and Glory and that day you will realize how poor you are – Rudyard Kipling

It was my first day in college. I entered the classroom. In front of me were 200 unknown faces. I was startled. With my head down, I walked up straight to the back of the class, as fast as I could, and occupied a place. Alone. I could hear people chatter. Introducing themselves. And suddenly everyone stood up. A Professor, a lady in her 40s, with a subtle smile on her face, entered the class. Along her was a nerdy looking guy, a final-year student, dressed formally in a white shirt and black trouser. That was the beginning of our first lecture in law school. A blue print of what the next five years would be like. Advices regarding Examinations, Moot Courts, MUNs, and Debates etc. were given. Little did we know then, that the year was going to be full of these. No, not the activities. But advices.

Life in the first year was a Party. The minimum required attendance was 40%. Classes were held only for 2 hours. The rest of the day was spent either in the canteen or with the seniors. And there, we would hear stories. Stories of failures and hardships. Stories of fame and glory. The problem with studying in a college, with a batch strength of around 300 students, is that that you hear tons of those, which let you decide the path that you are going to take in the future. However, by the end of the year you are so blinded by these things that you forget the aim with which you came to Law School.

Confused. You start shaping up your career in a haphazard manner, like an Artist who doesn’t know what he is painting and is content with whatever emerges. If you are fortunate, it might turn out good. Things become easier for those who did not have a particular aim when they joined Law School.

In these five years, to make things worse, competition takes over. You get jealous of your friend who just won a debate. You start slogging it out, pull all-nighters before an exam, write research papers, and do internships. You go through all these troubles to bag that heavily paid job at a top tier law firm. However, getting that job is not the end all be all. The sooner you realize this, the better.

Law School is much more than Moot Courts and Good Grades, than Internships and Diplomas. There will come moments that will define who you are and what you love. Moments that will make you realize the importance of going out in the woods and experiencing different things, that life is precious, anything can happen, and things don’t actually turn out the way they are planned, that outside college there is a different world altogether. Of a young jaded corporate lawyer who killed himself, I was told that he had lost his identity in his cubicle, that he had changed greatly since, and that that experience had greatly undermined him.

So whether you did well in your Law School becomes utterly insignificant in front of this colossal realization. And if you are still looking for answers in life, look within. And ‘don’t you worry, don’t you worry child’, you will go places. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

I don't know what brings me to this place today after a long 9 months break. I have no clue. Nevertheless.

The calender on my desk reads 26th January 2013. So? What does it mean to me? Nothing. When I was a kid, someone once told me that we celebrate this day because this day, in the year 1950, the Constitution of our country came into force. However, that someone, forgot to tell me what the Constitution meant. I have never had the privilege to watch the so called republic day parade on TV. Until a year back, I did not even know there was something known as "beating the retreat". So, 26th January was just another day when we would go to school, listen to the patriotic songs on the speakers, wait for our turn to get boondi and come back home.

More than the Constitution, I remember 26th January as the day of mass destruction. 20,000 lives and several thousand homes. The Gujarat Earthquake. Year 2001. I remember stories told to me by a newbie who had shifted to my school from Gujarat that year. That they had all gathered in their school for the flag hoisting when they felt tremors. That in front of their eyes, the walls of their classroom were falling apart. That they would never forget the heroics of their teachers who made sure that the kids reach home safely, or whatever that was left. 

I don't think the Constitution will ever be able to overpower my memory of this day. The day when nature made lakhs mourn the death of their loved ones.