Jus’ reclined on a comfortable chair, popcorn in hand and a delectable book to read. Life is indeed worth living! And suddenly, like a flash of lightening it came to my mind that while we are basking in the warmth of the safe confines of a home, there are many little denizens like us, out in the cold-- some may be left to fend for themselves in orphanages.. some living off the streets… some tender little ones abused by their own kith and kin, may be an alcoholic father or a schizophrenic mother.. or other predatory adults in the world… And out of the 365 days in a calendar, a day has been set apart for them.. Well, what is anyone doing any thing to stop violence and aggression against innocent little children? Guess, it is left to us dynamic teens to sort out the muddle in our minds and in our societies. Any ideas? Though the International Day for innocent children victims of aggression got over on June 4, I kinda got a little senti this fortnight.. but it’s worth it, isn’t it?
Wazzup, people? With the 2009 buzzing schedule that has started, I am sure that this year is completely packed with excellent, thrilling and elating activities for all of you. And so we talk about the school/college culturals. Call it a fallow period due to sentimental reasons.. but the month of Aadi is the most happening time for us youngsters.
One never tires of being to culturals… it feels nice to belong to the hi-IQ, hi-talented Gen next…. This is the only time ever when you give up school/college worries and get to meet aliens from other schools or colleges .. get to learn about their different school/college pranks…. Fight for our institution and well… you indeed get to revel in the show of talent and the gift of the gab that unfold in the various events. And not to mention… get an eyefull of all the young people from cini field who are invited as judges… of course, some of us get to run around the city seeking sponsors and indulge in a few free coffees and cool drinks… My! Life is definitely a whirlwind for those who want to fly kites and make their school life colourful.
And last but not the least…. If there were no cheerleaders, where would we all be? Unmindful of the assault to their throats.. their earsplitting cheering gets people on the stage going… and snaring a few laurels for our dear school.
Three cheers to the exclusive bandwagon of cheerleaders!
I’ve always wondered if this thing called ‘justice’ ever existed. Because even though we all viciously fight for it and do our best to ensure this thing called ‘justice’ remains alive, maybe injustice is inherent, just a part of life. This, I mulled over, as I spotted a child eating a rotten fruit out of a grubby garbage pile, whilst a swanky posh car driven by a young woman with chemically straightened hair swished past the emaciated child in a cloud of exotic perfume.
The line is too stark. While the daily newspaper describes in elaborate detail, India’s recent lunar mission, the stark reality lies in the article just adjacent to it—India has topped the World Hunger Chart yet again. Life truly is a bundle of contradictions, we can conclude. We have the rich (who are so rich that they’re swimming in money, part of which is locked up safely in Swiss Bank), and the poor (who are so poor that they scrape ashes from pots and pans and devour them for their survival). We have the pretty, the ugly, the good, the bad, the fat, the thin. We try so hard to erase that line that continues to deface the surface of our lives. But that line doesn’t go away, it just remains, darker than ever, glinting ominously, threatening to thicken and bring under its purview, more—more injustice.
And yet, at the end of it, we strive so hard to bring about equality. Equality is something that can never been achieved, as long as there exists that line that divides the population into the rich, and the poor. Yet, we cling onto that flimsy thread of hope, hoping that strand will suffice, as we strive for this relative thing called justice.
We shall only hope that a century from now, this line will be truly erased by someone who has set his/her mind to it. The biggest brains in this country are too busy building steel plants and making cheap cars to reach out to the masses. Well, as they say, tomorrow is another day, and we shall wait with bated breath and crossed fingers.
My last day at home on my way to the Univ after X’Mas holidays. Exactly 24 hours from now, I'll be sitting on an airplane to Delhi, and will hopefully snag the window seat and will be peering out of the miniature window staring at the world below me, amidst swirls of clouds and the glaring light of the sun. That really is the best part of the airplane--staring below at the specks of houses, the tiny, narrow strips of roads and the dots of vehicles that mottle them and the vast stretches of semi-cultivated land...all while devouring airplane food, (which is not as bad as people usually say it is. I've eaten train-food, which is worse than the mess-food. So I am fine with airplane food. I love travelling by flight. Especially if the flight is at night. The view from the top is breathtaking. It reminds me of an inky-black velvet cloth with glittery stones strewn all over it. The glittery stones are visible through the swirls of inky-clouds and the milky-moonlight gives it a pale, pale glow if you notice carefully. And if you just happen to fly over the ocean (and you're not above the clouds), you see tiny ripples of water below, but only if you're very observant. These ripples seem to move with a certain soft, graceful cadence.
I love flying. The view from top is the best view there ever is.
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, inappropriately used. Justice is never served.
As a law student, it’s 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 every time 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 don’t make sense, there is mooting. Mooting is the biggest fad in law school. It's considered fancy even. The hours of hard work 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 judge of the event (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 hard work 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. Every time 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 who 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.
