GOING BACK

Going back to the damn smokes is pissing the Honest Lawyer off. Its hard to deny. Hard to control. The Honest Lawyer thinks of only one thing and resists the temptation. But sometimes it doesn’t work. The Honest Lawyer is angry. All the time. Every time. The place is depressing. The people are the same. Statues. Without feeling. Without consideration. Doing shit. Why has the Honest Lawyer become so angry, why has he gone back to two years ago? Why has everything changed? Maybe tomorrow. It’ll be a better day. Tomorrow. Things may change again. That’s the way life goes. The Honest Lawyer hopes. Hopes can never die. They keep the mind sane when nothing else works. Tomorrow. Becomes today. Comes with hope. “And I could see everything’s alright” – Phil Collins.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

This post is not to be taken as written by the Honest Lawyer, but by the unidentified owner of this page; for the sake of convenience, the unidentified owner is called UO and the subject of this blog is called US or the unidentified subject.

A couple of days back, or actually about a week back, US fell sick. At first he had a mild fever, that became worse. He started having indigestion and some other health concerns. He vomited after he ate anything, would lie in bed, sleeping all day, missed classes. His precious attendance fell low from the low that it had already become. If he continued to skip, it was known that he would not be permitted to give his final semester examinations. One night however, his condition became so bad that he was moved to the hospital nearby. He spent about five days there – we visited him everyday with fruits and juices. He went back Home yesterday. He had been diagnosed with hepatitis A – the reason for his affliction was attributed to the oily (and pathetic) food being served in the hostel mess.

The question arises here – why is the quality of the mess food so bad that one of our number gets afflicted by a serious liver ailment? The next question – why the FUCK does the mess committee not do anything about it? Every other day, the mess committee members come with a printed sheet of paper saying that more the number of people who sign it, the better because they will be able to remove the present contractor easily showing the dissatisfaction of the residents of the hostel. UO does not remember the number of such papers that he has signed and it is extremely pissing off. He himself was afflicted with food poisoning a week after he came to the college.

The right to good quality food is a fundamental right and when good, nutritious food is not provided, it is a violation of this fundamental right, a derivative of the right to life from Article 21 of the Constitution of India. UO is of course lawyering the issue and as a future lawyer, this is valid. A statement made by one of the members of the mess committee was that the VC of the university was pissed off when he was approached for permission to change the mess contractor. The reason was that we were not taking the initiative: clear message – fucking take the bloody initiative. Have a new guy cook a sample for us one day. Let all the students taste the food that he makes. If a majority feel that he is good, then remove the old guy and put this new guy in place. Sign a formal contract with him saying that the students will be the ones to decide the quality of food and not him, and that by a vote of quality, the students represented by the committee will reserve the right to change him if they feel that he is not doing a good job. This will be at least a small step in solving the problems. UO has shown you the path – mess committee, please take the steps forward.

THE REALITY OF LAW SCHOOL

There are lots of realities in life and one of the BIGGEST realities is the reality of the law school life. From the outside, people see a rosy picture of a lovely life, full of fun, joy and happiness; they see visions of becoming Ram Jethmalanis and Arun Jaitleys; the truth from the inside however, can only be aptly put in one way: law school is a bitch. In law school, one of two things can happen: you can either break into the bad habits of boozing, smoking and drugging or you can go mad.

Some people choose the easy way out and stick to the liquor, tobacco and drugs; the others go mad, and painfully at that. Law School is like a nightmare. A never ending nightmare. You fall into the pit and you never stop falling; all you want to do is hit the bottom, but as you fall, you realise, there is no bottom. Life in a law school is a bitch – reality. The way to remain sane here is to break into the bad habits. You feel it, you feel the wretched hands of the “law” tickling you, touching you, making you feel safe, before the same hands pick you up and swallow you.

Outside of the walls, with the barbed wire and red bricks, the law is meant to be broken; within the walls, you screw the law. When your professors take the cases of your classmates, you derive a sadistic pleasure. There have been incidents; incidents of people trying to escape, but the bitch, the law just follows them and snags them in her fangs – after all, she is a hunting hound, an Arabian racer, never known to give up, never known to fail. Ultimately, the law is like a fucked-up lover. She loves you at one point; when you leave her for a few “hours”, she makes you want to come back to her; then she molests you, rapes you and leaves you none the worse for wear, till you run away and then run back into her embracing arms again. Yes. Law school is a bitch, an Arabian hound and a sexy, sensuous woman all at once. Take your pick: fuck around and get fucked or fuck around and go mad – once you get into the law, you are seriously in and you are fucked either way.

FOOD AND FIREWORKS

Yesterday was not the official Diwali day according to the Hindu calendar, but we had a puja anyway because most people (or at least the Delhites) go home for the three day weekend.

It was fun. Right after, we had a cultural program with singing, dancing and food. Last came the fireworks.

SWEET SMELL OF CIGARETTES

Firstly, this is my nth first blog. I’ve had to delete my old ones on Blogger for some personal reasons.
Secondly, I am a law-student.
Thirdly, my exams that took place last week, after three months in law-school, got over today.
Fourthly, my research papers are due in a week.
Fifthly, I really like a girl in my class and she happens to be my best friend back here.
Sixthly, I quit smoking two weeks back. I went into the common restrooms in the hostels to be received by the sweet, strong smell of nicotine. It was hard to resist, but I did. I quit because the girl doesn’t like smokers and that’s all that I had to remember today morning.