"May this please your honor, or Lordship"

I am not supposed to be doing this. I am sitting in the library, writing my blog. Call that vehlapan or what? I am back, just as promised when it is humanly possible. Trust me, that last three days, were pretty hectic, two tests and a moot. Now many of my darling readers ( I have over the last few days, figured out, there are actually people who read my random rantings) are non law school students, so the first natural question that might have popped up in your heads should have been, what is a moot?

Now, a moot as defined by god-knows-who is "Moot court is an extracurricular activity at many law schools in which participants take part in simulated court proceedings, usually to include drafting briefs and participating in oral argument. The term derives from Anglo Saxon times, when a moot (gmot or emot) was a gathering of prominent men in a locality to discuss matters of local importance".

A moot as defined by me, after almost two semesters in a Law school is, "Time for us to trade our jeans with the uncomfortable formals, trying to look all important, holding a memo made in one night in our hand, and finally getting screwed by the Judge, who in our case is the 'course teacher'". I can see most law students nodding their heads.

It starts out as a week of torture, the moot problem is released, we are supposed to work on it, try to actually make a full written submission of what our arguments are a day before the actual moot. Trust me that never happens, in our law school most students are often seen in the printing section of the library trying to print a memorial 10 to 20 minutes before the start of their moot.

Once the memo is actually in your hands, you proceed to the Court Hall ( nah just a huge classroom in our case). You start speaking, as the counsel for the plaintiffs or the petitioners, defendants or the respondants, with an opening line like, "May this pleas your honor, ", then your are arguments are generally punctuated with "Obliged your Lordship", "Counsel stands enlightened".

So when you are arguing you try to act all important by stating zillions of already decided cases, arguing with the judge, and all other weird things. You will be lucky if the Jugde does not ask you questions like, "If you sit in a room with open windows, arnt you in open air?", well what can you say...just smile and say, "The cousel pleads ignorance".

My favorite moot till now, was a contracts case on advertisement contracts in cricket tournaments, where I represented the Pakistan Cricket Board. I had loads a fun making the memo, and also while arguing the case.

In fact I had a moot today, which went off pretty well. So, despite all the cribbing I cannot deny one important fact, your Lordship, though I may easily be one of the worst mooters in my class, I still am uncontrollably, irrevocably in love with the fine art of mooting!

THE COUNSEL RESTS THE CASE.
(and thanks the readers for a patient reading)

Mistakes, self analysis, and moving on with life....

Sometimes in life there comes a time when you have to look at yourself and say, "Hey! What's up? How's it going?". Yeah, these times do not come too often, whenever they do, it's best not to ignore them, they can be the make or break decisions of your life, or rather your life itself. In my case, this revelation was brought upon me by a few very very special people in my life. They made me look at myself and actually say out loud, "Hey! what the hell! what have I done to myself? What's happening to me? Was I always like this?".

This made me think real hard..I thought about a lot of things, things the way they were before, and the way they are now. I was not myself. These days can include the whole of the first semester in College. I know it for sure. When I told my friends back home what I did, or rather when I told my dad what all I did in the space of a few months, he was shocked. He told me he did not believe that I was capable of doing anything of this kind, he was rightly ashamed of me. I let down every principle my family had grounded into me.

I had transformed into a this big huge green monster, this vile creature unworthy of anybody's love or respect. I became what I always thought I should never be. I cannot in anyway justify anything I did. When I actually looked at myself I could not recognize myself. It felt like I was staring at a stranger. An unknown stranger.

I want to change. I am really thankful to all the people for making me look at myself and say, "Hey!". It really helped. Everyone makes mistakes. My mum always said, " Making a mistake, learn from it, and be sure never to repeat it." I am past the making a mistake stage. I am hoping to learn from all the mistakes, all of them I had made last semester, every single one of them. Every mistake has something to teach you, and you can learn a lot from every single small tiny winy mistake you made. After some time I want to be able to look at myself straight, and say,"Hey! I know you......you are me!"

P.S.-This is a really serious blog and I'll be back with some 'bakchodi' as soon as it's humanly possible! :)

'Saab'isms! and the crazy dances!

Here's a list of a few things we get to hear in a certain class of ours everyday, however they are in saabspeak,so I have also provided the translations in humanspeak so you will not have to undergo the torture imposed on me in the first few weeks of college. Yeah, that was very annoying, considering the complexity of the subject, 'saab' teaches.

"Attanaace"-Well, its saabspeak for attendance.

Before an exam, while distributing the answer sheets,"Take the shit! You got shit? If you dint tell me,I'll give you shit!"- shit is simply sheet

While explaining a sum, "for your convenient"..no explanation needed!

"Solve the sum, both aff".......-Solve both the sums

"This example in portion, this sum in not portion"

"eagg"-egg

"examful"-example

When somebody is trying to explain something to his highness in hindi its,"Espik in englissss"

"egjactly"........you better be able to guess that one!

"propose of"-it's the purpose of

"deparching"- Well, it's simply departing

This is what we got to hear at the end of class today, " Khatam hone wala time hai." Maybe he wanted to say ,"time khatam hone wala hain"....

Till now, I have held my breath and saved the best for the last,

"I am the examinasion"

I guess he wants to say, that he's a part of the Examination Committee.All the above quoted lines are 90% of the time accompanied by what is popularly known as the "Saab"dance! Yeah, he swings and shakes every part of his disgusting body, and he gets all excited and carried away, and thinks the class laughs at his sad jokes, when we are actually laughing at his poor attempts at being funny!

I,me, myself-2

So, I am back! just as I promised I would be..rotfl! Hmm..I really don't like using sms lingo on the blog but, what the hell? I'll use it just the same! This blog is also filled with some more nauseating self elevation.


What is my favorite chocolate snack: Chocopie..the one I eat in the tuck shop everyday without fail, also making sure I ask him everyday why is it worth Rs.15 in the College when it's worth Rs.10 outside..

What kind of a will will I or rather did already make? : An unprivileged will (sob.sob. well, I should be happy that it's not an underprivileged will.) thanks to a certain 'boy' of my class..unhappy realisation.

How will I die? : Will be murdered by an axe murderer...or rather any of my professors, considering the amount of work they so lovingly bestow upon us!

Will I go to heaven or hell? : Hmm...........for once I am clueless!

That's all folks will go sleep now. Will drown the sorrow of a bad math paper in my sleep.

Will have to wake up and slog for another test...........till then I ' ll keep wondering about the heaven or hell thingy...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................*(that was me thinking, funny or what???????).

I, me myself

Ok. Now it’s time for some nauseating self elevation.

What I was called when I was born: Nothing. Duh! Aren’t we all?

What my parents named me: Sneha Sindhu. Hmm…I really don’t know about the Sindhu part….

What I named myself: Sneha Lee..Yeah a much better substitute for Sindhu

What my friends named me: G, GSS, Nemo, The G, and the like…

My favorite color: Blue any shade, light, and dark, royal, navy…

The color of my heart: Purple? Thanks Facebook

What shoes I am: Belles..ok that’s kinda nice…and that’s what facebook told me

What animal I am: a dog..facebook again

What legendary animal I am: The Unicorn.. nice!

What famous movie couple I am : Jack and Rose…hmmm, interesting

What city I must live in: Seattle..Yeah right, I dunno man, but for the next five years I am stuck in Jodhpur

What food I am: Chocolate mousse..yum!

What sport I am? : Football..yeah baby, the beautiful game rocks!

What music I am? : That’s easy rock to a certain extent, and classical

What instrument I am?: I am the veena..Thanks Ammamma :)

My favorite song: When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating

My favorite flavor: Chocolate

My favorite fruit: Apple and Strawberry

Hey, I ‘ll be back with some more nauseating as soon as possible……………until then I shall go find some unfinished business, which as you all might be aware is not hard to find in this place! lmao.

Of a curly haired girl and my days in a desert........

I know. I am back after a long hiatus. I am back on the request of a curly haired girl who lives on the third floor (actually second) of SN Halls of the National Law University. She claims to have chanced upon my blog while she was "googling" my name. Now, you might wonder (this considering there are ppl who actually read my random rantings) .. does a girl who studies in a University like this..actually get time to sit in front of the Computer and google a random person's name???? Well welcome to the reality of Law Schools in India.

There's always work to do, and it's just that no one's ready to do it. Let's take me as an example..a second semester girl. I have a test on Harper Lee's TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD on Monday, a test on Quantitative Techniques on Tuesday, and no prizes for guessing, another godforsaken test on Wednesday!!!!!!!! If I was any place else, or lets just say If i had been home, I would have definitely been studying! No what am I doing here? I am sitting and updating a blog which I have not touched since eternity.

Now, the time has come for the submission of the CLAT forms, yeah the test I had written to come to this place. People call me these days, for obvious reasons, people who i thought had been wiped off the face of this earth call and ask me about the exam ? here's a selection:

How's the College?
to them- It's really good. It's a National University na?

to myself- Ok. What am I saying? Get a grip girl!!!

How's the food?
to them- Oh! the food tasty, you actually get South Indian food, it tastes really delicious. The mess has Veg and Non-veg everyday, and you can buy whatever you want. There's even stuff like Kababs and chicken everyday!

to myself- Who am I kidding? Paneer is served in different colors and is called different things. All the chicken tastes the same!

This one must, should and will the first place,

How's the faculty?
to them- Lovely, very knowledgeable...fully cooperative.

to myself-....................................................................................


Well atleast the parents think it's a good college.

After coming here, there has been a lot of change in my language. It has been influenced a lot of Hindi. My English has surprisingly transformed into NLUish. I say a lot of things like 'vehla', which happens to be by the way, the right word to describe the situation of the curly haired girl. Well actually it's 'vehlaapan'. All that I have typed till now can be classified as 'bakchodi', I am using this word much to the displeasure of the curly haired girl. Oh! I almost forgot another word which can be used to describe anything is "Saastha". The plethora of abuses which have been added onto my already full arsenal is countless!

I came here with a wish to make a change to the world. TO make the world a better place...what was I thinking? Was I hallucinating???????

All hasn't changed, I still inspired the curly haired girl to start her own blog...........................................................................................

As the days pass by....

I know its been a really long time. I wasn't getting the motivation to sit on my laptop and write. Things here are amazing. I am really liking the college. I made awesome friends. There have been a few 'firsts'. Like the the first time I ever slept in a class(sitting in the first row), or the time I slept like a baby in a guest lecture, or the time I and not someone else did my assignment. I am getting to interact with people from all over India. The family feeling is finally rising. And yeah, speaking of families, I also found a few Gunners fans here!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seen a few films, seen Bachna e Haseeno in a dump of a theatre, got used to sitting in backbreaking autos. All this is pretty much getting into my system. We go for long walks in the campus and 'see' a lot of 'things'.
I sometimes feel really protected, but sometimes feel really cut-off from the real world. On one of those really 'cut of from the world' days, I logged onto www.cricinfo.com. Was browsing through the usual things when something caught my eye..
BRETT LEE TO MISS BANGLADESH SERIES DUE TO 'FAMILY' PROBLEMS
My hands unconsiously cliccked on it and I came to know of the bad news. I did not expect it. It was really so sudden. I mean, wow ,this is incredible. Then when I actually thought about it the split seemed inevitable. Liz did not seem like a person who would be comfortable with sitting at home and making babies! Aww..come on, which modern young liberated woman would? I am not talking about WAGS. Libby tried her best to be a dutiful W.A.G., and she did not fail. Maybe she was just sick and tired of being the medieval wife. All the reports I have read till now have all been in Brett's favor abt him being the family man, the doting dad, and the rest.
NO one no one cared to write anything form Liz's point of view. She deserves a chance. her side of the story needs to be told. The reasons why she did what she did need to be appreciated. It was her life and she I am sure made a decision after thinking about it. I am sure no amount of money and no amount of anything can replace the husbandly feeling. This can be a lesson to all the other W.A.G.s to come out of their frustrated, barbie doll showcase life. What Liz did can be an example to the other wifes, who are sick of sitting at home or running around the world. Libby set an example, it needs to be follwed. Yeah Liz you rock!!!!!!!!!
Brett still is my fav player, I am sad for him, but this post just poured out of my heart. I hope this awakens all the wifes, girlfrends, who feel ignored and neglected to take the next step. Only in extraordinary, rarest of the rare cases.

The aftermath.......

The days have passed quickly...The date of my leaving is staring me in the face. I am a little tensed, but very excited! I have waited for this all my life. As the days pass by after the results there were a large number of people poring into my house. People with happy faces and lovely gifts. So I thought I'd list out all presents just so I could cherish them later. I will try to make the list as short as possible! So, all sweet boxes and chocolates are not being counted.

Flower bouquets
Handbag
Hyderbadi Biryani
Mangalgiri Dress Material(nice!)
Sony Ericsson w580i(yeah the Hrithik Roshan 'Shake it baby thing')
New Lenovo Laptop
Scented Candles
College bag
Junk Jewellry
Wallet
J'adore Dior Perfume
Well, I think I have covered almost everything! I musta put on a thousand kgs with all the chocolates I've been hogging. I got used to sleeping for a trillion hours a day. I wake up in the afternoon have lunch then I usually go shopping or go out with friends..I've strangely turned into the laziest girl on earth!
Come the 14th of July all this will have to change! I am sure I can change for the better. So right now its all ahoy...National Law University!!!!!!!!!!!1

National Law University

So...the suspense is finished. After all the slogging I find myself in National Law University, Jodhpur. Yeah, the name sounds royal, innit? The last two months I was working sincerely. There was no internet at home and no chance of me updating this little space.It feels like I am on the top of the world. The world around me is suddenly looking a lot rosier. Trust me, it is. I am finally on my way to becoming a Lawyer, yeah just in another 5 years. Don't worry, I will be updating my blog as regularly as possible, on my new Lappie! yeah, a brand new lappie!
Well, the idea of going to such an amazing university scares me. Do I know anything? Will I be ragged(lite..actually)? Will I be able to adjust? Can I do my own laundry? Am I capable enough to take care of myself???
Well, I guess these questions can wait, can't they? *I will figure out when time comes!!!!!! Until then cya....

Julia-Well Tanned..

Yup! that's my pirate name. So? Why am I telling you all this? Hmm.......Julia-The Well Tanned. Tanned? I thought I was a dusky beauty(lol!)...What am I getting at? Trust me, I really don't know...The recent floods in Hyderabad have washed away my non-existent brains. I guess the lack of intellect in a person does show from time to time..
The other day I took a quiz in some lousy website.
It was called the Harry Potter quiz.
Well, it told me which Harry Potter Character I was...
So, here's the quiz:

1) What's your favorite color?
Blue

2) Do you have long hair?
No

3) Do you like pets?
Yes

4) Are you popular among the opposite sex?
I really don't know

5) Do you have a crush on somebody famous?
Yeah.

6) Who are more important to you, boys or books?
Books!

7) What would your ideal evening be?
Playing football.

8) In school you were more into..
Sports..

9) Your favorite pets?
Cats and Dogs.



After all this bull crap, I had to press 'ENTER'
Lo and Behold!
The Result:
Ginerva Weasley!
What a humungous amount of nonsense!

Unkept promises have become a part of my dreary life, so no apologies about not updating my blog. My exams were pretty good. Much better than I thought they would be. And the most suprising part of it all.....the building stood the test of time. And the silly men in tights stopped staring at my writing.
After the exams there were parties, a few tears were shed, but I guess I got used to all this by now. Leaving old friends behind, and making new ones has become a part of my life. My law classes have started, with new people in them. As for the classes they are more interesting than ever. It was good to catch up with my 'old friends'.
So I am back again to doing what I love. Yeah, documenting my silly thoughts on insignificant matters. I realised one blog wasn't going to be enough for this..so I started another blog.

www.wonkywillow.blogspot.com
This piece of the internet is where I plan to post all my thoughts about the willow game.

Finally, after months of waiting, the month of March has finally arrived. I have to seriously think about my life and what it's going to be in the next few weeks, yeah till the big CLAT exam on the 11th of May. The applications have been sent. Speedposted at eight in the night, from a crowded General Post Office, on a tense Monday(which, was supposedly a very good day).
I guess there's only one thing left for me to do..well, yeah. I better start studying.
Here's what I plan to do in the next two months:
1)Study.

2)Make the best of the little time I have, and get into a Law School, either by hook or by crook.

Well, that's really what I have to do. SO my posts will become even more irregular. But then again, I don't keep promises.........

BLOOD BATH AT UPPAL CROSSROADS

Heya people.......Today, I can proudly say that I had written my funniest board paper ever! I never knew that one report which I had to write could change the face of my English paper. The paper was good by the way...
So, there was a question in the paper.

Write a report on a road accident....

hmm...my mind lit up with ideas, after a long time my head was brimming with ideas! I wanted to have the satisfaction of killing Frankie, well, atleast on paper..I was floating away into dreams when suddenly a sharp,'1 1/2 hours left!', brought me back with a thud! I decided against the Frankie murder idea!But here's what I came up with!

BLOOD BATH AT UPPAL CROSSROADS

Hyderabad,March12:Uppal Crossroads witnessed on Wednesday night, what can easily be called the most gruesome of accidents in the recent past. In a bizzare event, two trucks, both way over the speed limit hit each other. Both the drivers lost their lives on the spot. A later report revealed that both drivers were heavily intoxicated. One of the drivers was identified as M.Rama Murthy, a resident of Patan Cheruvu, while the other was identified was J. Mudaliar, a driver from the state on Tamil Nadu. Police are investigating the matter. A case had been opened.

This is exactly what I had written in my paper, I hope the examiner likes it! Nothing much happened today.

Have Math-A and Math-B next, so my next post is going to come up only on Friday..until then, it's Good Bye from me!!


P.S.-For people who are unaware, Uppal is where my College in located!

Boards, Medals, and Baboons............

Guys, my boards have began ...ahh... late night revisions and yeah, eating your favorite stuff whenever you want, long phone calls that start with asking doubts , but ultimately end in discussions about, well, the latest episode of American Idol.(lol!). So, I finished my French exam today, the papier was tres bien, ok, I am still recovering from the after effects of that paper..
When I came back home I kinda realised how much I am missing my blog..So, cher amis , I decided to chronicle each and everyday of my exams in my blog! I must say, I did have quite an experience today.
Here goes my first day...
I woke up at 4:15...yawn..then revised French verbs and their conjugation..I was very happy to realise that this would be my last time learning those miserable verbs! Yeah come on, it does get pretty bugging if you have to write stuff like this a billion times, here's an example:
Je suis
Tu es
Il est
Elle est
Nous sommes
Vous etes
Ils sont
Elles sont...
I don't have the patience to tell you the translation..
So, then I got ready by 7, and reached Vignan Junior College by 7:30am. The first sight of the dilapidated building shocked me! I began to wonder if the building would survive the 13 days we have our exams..It was in a state of ultimate despair. There was renovation work everywhere. Now, the College itself was on the third floor. The only floof which was not in shambles.
After a herculean effort to find our rooms and those last minute 'All the best's Sam and I parted ways. I slowly made my way into class room 1-A. It looked morose, like it was not happy to be our 'host' for the exams, well never mind.
Exactly at 7:50, our invigilators came in. I am still wondering how men, aged between , let's say in their late twenties manage to move around in tight crotch hugging pants. Yeah, that's what we got for invigilators..a couple of weird baboons!
I finally started writing my paper at five minutes past 8. I breezed through the translations , and the comprehension. I was thinking my way out of the question and answers when it happened. It always happens during public exams. It happened to me in the ICSE, first year was no different....why should this year be any special?
Okey guys, I am leftie. So what? I am not a leper am I?
So, when I was writing the answer, one of the baboons comes and starts looking at my paper, I don't think that he even understood one bit of what I had written. He was busy staring at my writing..Now, how are you supposed to write, if a man in a crotch hugging pant and a chest bearing shirt (ala a Salman Khan, well , now even Shahrukh and also Amir is also not lagging behind), and also giving off an unbearable odour is leaning over you????????? Ohk, I waited for two minutes, the stench was too much! I turn sharply to him..and my eyes say,'Buzz off, stinky!' I think he got the message....so he walks off, and starts chatting with the other baboon, or maybe they are gay..they could not get their hands off each other..yuck!!!!!!!
I finish my paper at 9:45 am..then spent a whole hour thinking of well, nothing, watching the baboons, and their miserable attempts to flirt with middle aged lady invigilators, I finally hand in my paper at a half past ten, and made my way home with Sam.
She had done her paper well too.....
English on Monday, so cya guys then!
I would also like to wish the Indians on my behalf! They were awesome..their victory was well deserved...I don't think I am gonna say anything more...and yeah, Congrats Brett for bagging the Allan Border Medal...And finally I am gonna miss you Gilly!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. Get well soon Eduardo!!!