The last two three weeks of the semester...you usually find people with long faces, puffy eyes, grown beards, and basically tired, and sleepy. The Xerox section is generally clogged! The lights are on the whole night. People discover the innumerable uses of electric kettles like making soup, making horrible Sun feast Pasta,Coffee, and Maggie. You generally find clusters of people sitting in the Acad Block, or outside the mess, or around the tables in front of Papsa's Shop and the Library. Papsa's sales generally increase during the pre exam and exam period.
I am facing the end terms in less than two weeks.I am not sure what is there and what is not there in the syllabus. So it's exam time guys, and I am packing my bags and running off to my Local Guardian's place. To better food and A/C!!!!!!! Then better time once I get back to HYDERABAD on the 10th of May. I still have a week to go for the end terms, I promise I'll study as much as I can. So people no posts till I get home! It's funny, but in one of my earlier posts last year, I've written something like, If I work hard enough, I may just be writing my posts from inside a Law School! Yeah, now that's possible, I know I can do anything if I really want to. Right now, I really want to give a good end term, and finish off this miserable semester, which has taught me loads, I seriously did, on a high.
So until next time, this is Just Sneha signing off.............oh! btw for all the NLUites who read my blog,Happy end terms! and Happy holidays.
P.S.-Looking forward to the next semester, where we'll be 'SENIORS'. YaY!
Thursday 23 April 2009
Tuesday 21 April 2009
The little joys of law school
1. Waking up at 7 and realizing there's no class and going back to sleep.
2. Eating Janta grilled sandwiches.
3. Seeing the word fish written on the DMD menu.
4. Discovering a Dairy Milk whilst cleaning your room.
5. Typing the last word of a memo.
6. Classes getting cancelled.
7. Rain accompanied with sandstorms.
8. Watching IPL in the mess..
9. Getting the much awaited parcel with muruku, gurjiya, and other awesome things from home.
10. Eating kettle cooked Maggie at 2 in the night..
11. Knowing people read and adore your blog.........
2. Eating Janta grilled sandwiches.
3. Seeing the word fish written on the DMD menu.
4. Discovering a Dairy Milk whilst cleaning your room.
5. Typing the last word of a memo.
6. Classes getting cancelled.
7. Rain accompanied with sandstorms.
8. Watching IPL in the mess..
9. Getting the much awaited parcel with muruku, gurjiya, and other awesome things from home.
10. Eating kettle cooked Maggie at 2 in the night..
11. Knowing people read and adore your blog.........
Monday 20 April 2009
A 'cool' girl and her monstrous 'Cooler'-1
SATURDAY
This weekend was one of the most free weekends of this semester. It was also one of the most fulfilling. On Friday evening, I was very low, and sad. So Curly Wurly and I decided its high time to get ourselves a Cooler. So, we went to Nai Sarak and 'checked out' what was on offer. Our eyes fell on this 'local body, ISI mark motor and fan". This was our choice no.1. Then it was another auto to B-Road, and saw another shop, and decided the coolers were too huge!
By this time, there were elephants running around in my huge tummy, so Curly Wurly, put our 'mission' on hold and proceeded to her favorite pasta place, and gorged on Cheese Cutlet Sizzler and Death by Chocolate. She got Cheese pasta packed. SO now with tummyfuls of Pasta and ice cream, we went to Nai Sarak and bought the 'local body with ISI marked Motor and Fan", "NLU Standard size, 21" by 21". Two grey monsters.
SUNDAY.
Curly Wurly's frantic phone call wakes me up from my afternoon siesta. "Cooler's coming! I am in the library waiting for viva". The much awaited beauty finally arrived. But they say, things are never easy, no pain without gain, and the like, don't they? Well it so holds true in my case. The grey monster did not fit through my balcony door. Yup. It did not. So the guy said, "ask the carpenter get the door removed, put the cooler in the balcony". I called up NLU Carpenter, and asked him to come, and he said he'd turn up the next day. That fixed, I heaved a supreme sigh of relief. Little did I know my troubles were only beginning!
The cooler was fixed, the fan and the motor worked, or so we thought. I switched it off, paid the auto guy. Then I came back into my room, yes! the monster is 'in' my room and not the balcony, as it's supposed to be! I switched on the cooler, and BAM! nothing happened! NOTHING! The thnig just simply stared right back at me! Then followed what seemed like thousand phone calls, to Curly Wurly's hostelmate, to the Gate, and to the shop, I was told to wait for an hour for the guy to come and fix it up. FIX UP A BRAND NEW COOLER!
Then she walked into my room. My not so near neighbor,she switched on the cooler and happened to touch the body. ELECTRIC SHOCK! More inspections followed, by more 'experts'. This was my not so near neighbor's gyaan:
Hey, I think he gave you a fake piece. What if during August you want to switch off the pump, and 'accidentally' touch the body? Your door will be locked and no one will know." I FREAKED out! Locked my door, and bolted to SN Halls, where Curly Wurly lives!
We checked and double checked and triple checked her cooler. It was fine. I decided to kidnap her for sometime, and took her back to NGH. We were sitting in the library girl's room when, the hostel bell rang and in came the 'cooler guy'. He replaced the cooler's pump! He even touched the runnning cooler to prove that there's nothing to worry about. My heart beat, slowed. I heaved a sigh of relief! Finally. Now the cooler's sitting happily in my room, waiting for the carpenter to put her in the balcony!
I spent last night in my cool cool room, with the monster for company, and watched the Chargers comprehensively beat the Knight Riders! A happy ending to a 'pretty amazing weekend'.
This weekend was one of the most free weekends of this semester. It was also one of the most fulfilling. On Friday evening, I was very low, and sad. So Curly Wurly and I decided its high time to get ourselves a Cooler. So, we went to Nai Sarak and 'checked out' what was on offer. Our eyes fell on this 'local body, ISI mark motor and fan". This was our choice no.1. Then it was another auto to B-Road, and saw another shop, and decided the coolers were too huge!
By this time, there were elephants running around in my huge tummy, so Curly Wurly, put our 'mission' on hold and proceeded to her favorite pasta place, and gorged on Cheese Cutlet Sizzler and Death by Chocolate. She got Cheese pasta packed. SO now with tummyfuls of Pasta and ice cream, we went to Nai Sarak and bought the 'local body with ISI marked Motor and Fan", "NLU Standard size, 21" by 21". Two grey monsters.
SUNDAY.
Curly Wurly's frantic phone call wakes me up from my afternoon siesta. "Cooler's coming! I am in the library waiting for viva". The much awaited beauty finally arrived. But they say, things are never easy, no pain without gain, and the like, don't they? Well it so holds true in my case. The grey monster did not fit through my balcony door. Yup. It did not. So the guy said, "ask the carpenter get the door removed, put the cooler in the balcony". I called up NLU Carpenter, and asked him to come, and he said he'd turn up the next day. That fixed, I heaved a supreme sigh of relief. Little did I know my troubles were only beginning!
The cooler was fixed, the fan and the motor worked, or so we thought. I switched it off, paid the auto guy. Then I came back into my room, yes! the monster is 'in' my room and not the balcony, as it's supposed to be! I switched on the cooler, and BAM! nothing happened! NOTHING! The thnig just simply stared right back at me! Then followed what seemed like thousand phone calls, to Curly Wurly's hostelmate, to the Gate, and to the shop, I was told to wait for an hour for the guy to come and fix it up. FIX UP A BRAND NEW COOLER!
Then she walked into my room. My not so near neighbor,she switched on the cooler and happened to touch the body. ELECTRIC SHOCK! More inspections followed, by more 'experts'. This was my not so near neighbor's gyaan:
Hey, I think he gave you a fake piece. What if during August you want to switch off the pump, and 'accidentally' touch the body? Your door will be locked and no one will know." I FREAKED out! Locked my door, and bolted to SN Halls, where Curly Wurly lives!
We checked and double checked and triple checked her cooler. It was fine. I decided to kidnap her for sometime, and took her back to NGH. We were sitting in the library girl's room when, the hostel bell rang and in came the 'cooler guy'. He replaced the cooler's pump! He even touched the runnning cooler to prove that there's nothing to worry about. My heart beat, slowed. I heaved a sigh of relief! Finally. Now the cooler's sitting happily in my room, waiting for the carpenter to put her in the balcony!
I spent last night in my cool cool room, with the monster for company, and watched the Chargers comprehensively beat the Knight Riders! A happy ending to a 'pretty amazing weekend'.
Sunday 19 April 2009
Here's a post without a name. No, I am not saying there's a prize for guessing the name of this post, like you get for guessing fancy movie names.
This post is dedicated to the single most important guy in my life. He's tall, dark and handsome. He's funny, intelligent, caring, and understanding. He's been there for me all through my life, and I know he'll be there for me till whenever possible. He's given me all the things I can possibly ask for.
We've had crazy times and will have, like the time in Orissa on the beach, when we sat on the sand the whole time munching coconut, and just simply staring at the sea. The other time in the Andamans when we climbed to the top of the light house, and sang "On top of the world", at top of our voices. The midnight shopping spree in Sydney, or the crazy dancing on Ben's birthday in Goa. I can never forget the day, when you, me and thatha sat on the terrace drinking beer (sheepish grin), and watched India comprehensively beat Pakistan. The bike rides, the Sunday morning breakfasts, the long drives, the Kingfisher milds, the Ferraro Roche's, the zillions of lazy Sunday evenings spent shopping for second hand books on Abid's Roads, Oreo's, Bread and peanut butter, the terrace top barbecues, the frantic hunting throughout Hyderabad for Rawa Dosa at 11 in the night, just coz of my uncontrollable fetish to have one, weekend getaways, and just simply lazing around in the house doing nothing. The one you like the most, talking about life.....bah!, and just simply TALKING, sitting on the terrace. Or all times you used watch boring Test matches of Australia religiously, just so you can call me or wake me up when Brett comes on to bowl! The chudwa, the rasam, the shenagapappu tomato chutney, the brinjal-aloo-tomato curry, the chicken, Jamshedpur, and the Softy icecream..lol!
I love you daddy. I love the way you brought me up. I love the freedom, the trust, the knowledge you've bestowed upon me. Whatever good things I am today is because of you. I felt like killing myself when I broke your faith. I will struggle to do better, to be the best human being I can be, just like you always told me to be. I love the way you struggle to keep up the 'chocolateyness' in my life even now, or how you struggle these days to pick up the best clothes or shoes for me! I can never forget the day, last summer when we went buy me a Saree, both of us knowing nothing , nothing can ever replace those days.
You have and will always teach me the most important lessons of life. You guys taught me what love is, what trust is, what family is,what life is, I promise I'll take these and treasure these lessons and many more you'll teach me further on, throughout my life. I could not have done whatever I did till now, without you, and of course, Ben. We'll miss her forever, but will learn from her life, to live life queen life, or in your case, king size!
May the insanity, the drunkenness, the dances, the rasam, the Sasthas, CONTINUE forever and ever,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This post is dedicated to the single most important guy in my life. He's tall, dark and handsome. He's funny, intelligent, caring, and understanding. He's been there for me all through my life, and I know he'll be there for me till whenever possible. He's given me all the things I can possibly ask for.
We've had crazy times and will have, like the time in Orissa on the beach, when we sat on the sand the whole time munching coconut, and just simply staring at the sea. The other time in the Andamans when we climbed to the top of the light house, and sang "On top of the world", at top of our voices. The midnight shopping spree in Sydney, or the crazy dancing on Ben's birthday in Goa. I can never forget the day, when you, me and thatha sat on the terrace drinking beer (sheepish grin), and watched India comprehensively beat Pakistan. The bike rides, the Sunday morning breakfasts, the long drives, the Kingfisher milds, the Ferraro Roche's, the zillions of lazy Sunday evenings spent shopping for second hand books on Abid's Roads, Oreo's, Bread and peanut butter, the terrace top barbecues, the frantic hunting throughout Hyderabad for Rawa Dosa at 11 in the night, just coz of my uncontrollable fetish to have one, weekend getaways, and just simply lazing around in the house doing nothing. The one you like the most, talking about life.....bah!, and just simply TALKING, sitting on the terrace. Or all times you used watch boring Test matches of Australia religiously, just so you can call me or wake me up when Brett comes on to bowl! The chudwa, the rasam, the shenagapappu tomato chutney, the brinjal-aloo-tomato curry, the chicken, Jamshedpur, and the Softy icecream..lol!
I love you daddy. I love the way you brought me up. I love the freedom, the trust, the knowledge you've bestowed upon me. Whatever good things I am today is because of you. I felt like killing myself when I broke your faith. I will struggle to do better, to be the best human being I can be, just like you always told me to be. I love the way you struggle to keep up the 'chocolateyness' in my life even now, or how you struggle these days to pick up the best clothes or shoes for me! I can never forget the day, last summer when we went buy me a Saree, both of us knowing nothing , nothing can ever replace those days.
You have and will always teach me the most important lessons of life. You guys taught me what love is, what trust is, what family is,what life is, I promise I'll take these and treasure these lessons and many more you'll teach me further on, throughout my life. I could not have done whatever I did till now, without you, and of course, Ben. We'll miss her forever, but will learn from her life, to live life queen life, or in your case, king size!
May the insanity, the drunkenness, the dances, the rasam, the Sasthas, CONTINUE forever and ever,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday 17 April 2009
10 things I want to do in Life..
Most Hindi movies these days, have this one particular dialogue, where the father asks teh son,"Beta what do u want to do with your life?". The other day, I was watching Dil Chahta Hai, in which the question is posed to Amir Khan. This got me thinking, what do I wanna do with MY LIFE?
I am not really sure, what I'll do 'with' my life, but I know 10 things which I must absolutely do 'in' my life, here's the list.
1. Travel the world. From the highs of the Alps to the deserts of Egypt ,to the vineyards of Europe, to the Downs of Australia, to the clear waters of Cape Town and also the ancient monuments of Peru, go everywhere, see everything. Then come back home and still say India's the best!
2. Never lose touch with the musical part of me.
3. Skydive in the USA and Bungee Jump in New Zealand,go for a Safari in Africa,climb the Harbor Bridge of Sydney and Scuba dive in the Mariana trench.
4. Learn to speak Spanish.
5. Get a Golden Labrador, two Zebra fish, and a cat to live with.
6. Live in a white wooden house facing the sea.
7. Learn to cook , at least, three different cuisines properly.
8. Start schools for impoverished children in all parts of the world, start with D.D. Colony.
9. Read all the novels in the world, written by all possible authors.
10. Find one person, that special someone who is willing to share my crazy life, who doesn't care about my clumsy ways, and will be there for me, come what may.
My life and struggles to get all the things mentioned above will be carefully documented in this blog. All of this is open to debate and scrutiny. :). Oh yeah, there's one more thing, try to be a good lawyer and an even better person. The picture is me eating an ice gola, extremely unhealthy, well at least you know I can do anything....
Tuesday 14 April 2009
The innumarable uses of the library
Ok. I am sitting in the library, and doing what I am not supposed to do. I am here to find sums and mutilate them to such an extent and show them to 'Saab', so he can publish a book, and throw me some marks, which can help me pass. Yes, pass! I knoe, weird assignment to do, say most sensible people, but for more on 'Saab' refer to my one of previous post . Yeah, so I am veering away from what I intended to write. So what do people do in the library, apart from trying to read books, obviously!
Here’s a collection,
1.Surf the net; you’ll catch most people with bored expressions checking photos of ‘cute hot guys’ on face book.
2.Sleep; check out the journal section,
3.Take photos of pink kurtas and matching pens...tch tch, return of the curly haired girl, and welcome a certain bushy haired girl, who loves taking photos anywhere and everywhere,
4.Read Novels. I saw a girl reading a Jeffrey Archer hidden in a thick Constitutional Law book, talk about wanting to read books! :) :)
5.Read Newspapers…
6.Chat, well this can mean actually talking in whispers or IMing the person sitting next to you. (Courtesy: a certain classmate of mine).
7.Talking on the phone, I figured this was actually possible during the course of my weeklong camp in the library, thanks to a broken LAN wire . Provided, you don’t mind slipping under the desk and speaking in hush hush tones.
8.Play games on their laptops…’Face book mind jolt games Zindabad’, says a certain somebody sitting next to me.
9.Speaking of laptops, did you know that the library is the best possible place to exhibit your new and flashy laptop? It has the right people, you should know the right time to come here and ‘work’, and also the placing of you and of course, the laptop is very important. For best results try out the table, right in front of the door].
10.This one’s gotta top the list; it is the best place to check out “cute, decent’boy’ish type” guys. Well, that is again dependant on the timing.
So, this is what generally happens in the NLU library on a given day at a given time. Now people want to sing in the library, yeah they do, that’s what my neighbor’s been saying from the past half a minute. You do get people who work sincerely; here I must take time to mention a specific library addict and a close friend, who missed the library when she went home in the December break. Talk about things to do in a library, or the sayings that the library is only for nerds!
P.S. - The best thing to do in a library, is of course, update your blog sitting next to girl singing, “Haule Haule”.
Asta La vista, baby!
Here’s a collection,
1.Surf the net; you’ll catch most people with bored expressions checking photos of ‘cute hot guys’ on face book.
2.Sleep; check out the journal section,
3.Take photos of pink kurtas and matching pens...tch tch, return of the curly haired girl, and welcome a certain bushy haired girl, who loves taking photos anywhere and everywhere,
4.Read Novels. I saw a girl reading a Jeffrey Archer hidden in a thick Constitutional Law book, talk about wanting to read books! :) :)
5.Read Newspapers…
6.Chat, well this can mean actually talking in whispers or IMing the person sitting next to you. (Courtesy: a certain classmate of mine).
7.Talking on the phone, I figured this was actually possible during the course of my weeklong camp in the library, thanks to a broken LAN wire . Provided, you don’t mind slipping under the desk and speaking in hush hush tones.
8.Play games on their laptops…’Face book mind jolt games Zindabad’, says a certain somebody sitting next to me.
9.Speaking of laptops, did you know that the library is the best possible place to exhibit your new and flashy laptop? It has the right people, you should know the right time to come here and ‘work’, and also the placing of you and of course, the laptop is very important. For best results try out the table, right in front of the door].
10.This one’s gotta top the list; it is the best place to check out “cute, decent’boy’ish type” guys. Well, that is again dependant on the timing.
So, this is what generally happens in the NLU library on a given day at a given time. Now people want to sing in the library, yeah they do, that’s what my neighbor’s been saying from the past half a minute. You do get people who work sincerely; here I must take time to mention a specific library addict and a close friend, who missed the library when she went home in the December break. Talk about things to do in a library, or the sayings that the library is only for nerds!
P.S. - The best thing to do in a library, is of course, update your blog sitting next to girl singing, “Haule Haule”.
Asta La vista, baby!
Monday 13 April 2009
A LANless girl's struggles.......
I looked everywhere, every nook and every corner of the Acad Block. I did not find him. he kept eluding me for a few days. I waited like a hungry tigress outside the staff room, in a desperate attempt to find him. Today, when I was on my usual vigil, outside the Library I saw him. My heart beat hastened, I legs started to move by themselves. I ran. I followed him till the tuck shop, then I said,"Excuse me bhaiyya! LAN wire kaam nahi kar rahi hain". He took out a small book, wrote 5:15 and showed it to me. "Aapke room number ?" . "207 New Girls Hostel".
Lol. That 'him' was the Internet guy of our Hostel, not some guy i had taken a sudden psyco type liking to. I was driven to the end of my wits end, waiting and hoping for the guy to turn up! I actually did my Constitutional Governance Assignment in the Library, and also my Principles of Management Presentation. Today, finally my LAN's fixed, and I am connected to the net, it feels great to have something to take my mind off things in this horrid week of tests, assignments and all..
There's nothing else to complain about. Nothing for which I have to act like James Bond(James Bondhni?). Atleast for now.
Lol. That 'him' was the Internet guy of our Hostel, not some guy i had taken a sudden psyco type liking to. I was driven to the end of my wits end, waiting and hoping for the guy to turn up! I actually did my Constitutional Governance Assignment in the Library, and also my Principles of Management Presentation. Today, finally my LAN's fixed, and I am connected to the net, it feels great to have something to take my mind off things in this horrid week of tests, assignments and all..
There's nothing else to complain about. Nothing for which I have to act like James Bond(James Bondhni?). Atleast for now.
Friday 10 April 2009
The heights of lawlessness in a so called Law University.
What did we witness yesterday? just another blatant violation of the article 14. Remember what we were taught in Constitutional Governance, “Equality among Equals”. Damn right. Why is the student not equal to the other person who walked in after him, and was allowed to moot? (No offence to you, other person.) This brings us back to the original question which has been in our minds from a long time, what makes Atul Pandey feel so threatened by us? ‘Three minutes’…it’s hardly anything. Haven’t we seen students walking in about 5 to 10 minutes late, whether they are the first speaker or the last! How many times haven’t we seen teachers waiting for the ‘Counsels’ to appear?
What was the lame and sorry excuse offered? You were the first counsel…oh! Really, what are you, God? How dare you decide what should and what should not be done? It is really ironic that the class is being taught is Contracts, a subject so vital to most of us, by a teacher who does not even major in Law! The lame jokes, the sarcastic remarks in class, or the open threats. It is an openly known fact that he threatened the BA section that he’d cut their marks if they cross him, and he even said nobody would come to know, which is as sad as it may seem, true.
Moving on, has anyone noticed the type of questions he poses in the CREs? “What is the difference between open air and air in a room”? Who does he think he think the Counsel is, Einstein? Today’s incident was just the tip of the iceberg. How many times haven’t we seen him picking on students in class? Ok fine, maybe he knows his stuff, doesn’t he realize he’s teaching a class of humans who have feelings and more importantly a FUTURE?
The result of what happened to him could be disastrous to him. It’s a CRE, which counts for 10% of his total aggregate marks, which is a lot! Think of what can possibly happen to his CG PA, because of this.
Talking about marks, what is the miserly manner in which Pandey marks us? Does he think marks are his money, well thanks a lot; we don’t need any of your money. We need a reasonable teacher, who keeps our interest also in mind, and not kick us out of Court Halls because we are three minutes late.
So here’s a small request-Sign the letter to the student representative. Not because, the whole class is doing it, but because today any of us could have been in the student’s place. And better than that, just for the good friend he is to all of us. I am sure there will be some action taken, till then let’s just hope for the best!
What was the lame and sorry excuse offered? You were the first counsel…oh! Really, what are you, God? How dare you decide what should and what should not be done? It is really ironic that the class is being taught is Contracts, a subject so vital to most of us, by a teacher who does not even major in Law! The lame jokes, the sarcastic remarks in class, or the open threats. It is an openly known fact that he threatened the BA section that he’d cut their marks if they cross him, and he even said nobody would come to know, which is as sad as it may seem, true.
Moving on, has anyone noticed the type of questions he poses in the CREs? “What is the difference between open air and air in a room”? Who does he think he think the Counsel is, Einstein? Today’s incident was just the tip of the iceberg. How many times haven’t we seen him picking on students in class? Ok fine, maybe he knows his stuff, doesn’t he realize he’s teaching a class of humans who have feelings and more importantly a FUTURE?
The result of what happened to him could be disastrous to him. It’s a CRE, which counts for 10% of his total aggregate marks, which is a lot! Think of what can possibly happen to his CG PA, because of this.
Talking about marks, what is the miserly manner in which Pandey marks us? Does he think marks are his money, well thanks a lot; we don’t need any of your money. We need a reasonable teacher, who keeps our interest also in mind, and not kick us out of Court Halls because we are three minutes late.
So here’s a small request-Sign the letter to the student representative. Not because, the whole class is doing it, but because today any of us could have been in the student’s place. And better than that, just for the good friend he is to all of us. I am sure there will be some action taken, till then let’s just hope for the best!
Wednesday 8 April 2009
"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)
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)
Sunday 5 April 2009
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! :)
Thursday 2 April 2009
'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!
"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!
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