' Sir-rring ' - From the eyes of a Law Student.

Hello :)
It's been quite some time since I last wrote, in fact if paid attention then sadly it's almost been more than a year. A year full of surprises, growth, self discovery and dynamism. I graduated happily from school and entered my First Year of a Law School in 2012. Taking up a professional degree doesn't comes easy, rather it requires hours of study and some dedication towards building up a thought of wanting to make a change. Not just this, once you're successfully in a law school, the story doesn't end there in fact it begins from a plethora of protocols that you as a junior need to follow.
One of them being, referring to your seniors as Ma'am's and Sirs which is followed to get all the students accustomed to the tradition of Indian Firms wherein a junior is supposed to be addressing his/her seniors with respect ie.by calling them Sir/Ma'am rather than by their last names which is generally a practice of abroad.
It so happened that during my internship at the Superior Court of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, wherein I was working under an Assistant Justice Judge Procaccini, I by default addressed everyone working in the court as'Sir' and this gave them an impression of me being sugar sweet and polite.
I remember calling a lady Ma'am and she went like 'Honey, I don't think I am old enough to be called Ma'am so stick to my name' and even though I tried my best to comply to her wish, I couldn't help my habit of  'Sirring and Ma'aming' . I without fail, in order to show my respect always addressed the Head of the Clerk's Office as 'Sir' and all his colleagues used to take me to a side and literally go like 'Babe for the love of god, call him Steve and not Sir, not him :P' and even though they wanted me to adjust to their culture comfortably (which I did), but to them this whole British idea of respect was amusing. Whilst that, I was forced to think about the outdated honeycomb complex concept of 'Hierarchy' that is followed in our society or I shall say in some parts of the society. I would've generalized this problem if I hadn't met Mr. Sanjeev Ahuja, (Legal Head at Tata Sky) at an Arbitration Seminar held in Delhi and organised by the Nani Palkhivala Arbitration Center. I was lucky enough to have got to discuss with him the possible future prospects in the field of law since he was a litigant for 15years and opted for the Corporate Sector after that but everytime I said something my sentence would carry a 'Sir' along with it and everytime I did so he would correct me and go like 'Just call me Sanjeev, that's my name and Don't address me as Sir' . Even though I desperately wanted to confirm to his statement but I just couldn't ,so I like an embarrassed stubborn lamb just stuck to the 'Sir principle' with nothing more and nothing less to offer.

In my point of view, there isn't a problem with the system of  "Sir/Ma'am's" but there is a glitch in the way we exploit it.
Needless to say, the world is changing at a pace more than the speed of light and according to me 'adaptability' to it's ways whilst in tandem with one's beliefs can help one enjoy every sip of it.

Venus Meets Mars .

Hola Everyone :)

 It really has been a LONG time since I last blogged and this guilt of not being able to slot a time for my passion has been killing me up and through, until today when I finally decided to ignore all bouts of procrastination and get down to doing what I've been intending to do since quite a while now : Writing.

You see it's not that I didn't have enough life-changing experiences to write about or I lacked valid evidences of how irrational 'we humans' can be, but it's just that once you reach this stage of being in a 'College', life suddenly from a plain, simple car ride gets converted into an adventurous, thrilling roller coaster ride : Well it does turn out to be that ways , for all Law Students at least .

Even though Professional Colleges are poles apart from other normal colleges, and involve a totally different culture but still no matter where you are , especially in India, whether in Delhi, Pune, Bombay or for that matter Chandigarh, there is this syndrome that I would like to term as 'Venus meets Mars Syndrome' which I believe is suffered by almost all of us, in some way or the other, even though the degree of it may vary from person to person.

See the 'Venus meets Mars Syndrome' is basically a syndrome in which any boy and girl who are spotted together on regular basis are presumed to be dating.

And Once if two people fall under this bracket and are noticed, I would just want to say to them 'God Bless You' !

It's funny how people want to westernize and modernize but still keep holding on to that age old philosophy of 'Giving a Damn to what others are doing', I mean somebody wearing a bright Yellow in a crowd of dull colours becomes such a Huge Deal that the poor victim has to reconsider wearing the same outfit the next time whenever she gets the opportunity to do so, and after weighing what would be talked about and go around 'she'd just let it go.

You know honestly, the reason why we are far behind even from the word 'progressing' is because we have all the time in the world to beat behind the bush, worry what the other is doing rather than using that time to better or perfect ourselves.

We have the time to presume what a duet (just friends) may be doing at an isolated place even though they might JUST be talking and getting to know each other ,rather than letting them decide for themselves and allowing them to exercise their freedom of Movement under Article 19 (1) of the Indian Constitution.

(Well that was some legal knowledge to prove that Law Schools do teach you rights before duties :P) .

I dont understand as to why, the youth today cannot accept the fact that a 'girl and a guy can be friends' , and more so 'Good/great friends' , it's not always the vital stats doing the job it's also the feelings that matter, there is a huge difference between liking a person as a "person" and liking a person as a "lover" , and trust me just mere talking or hanging out with a person isnt enough food to judge the depth of one's friendship with the other.

Even though I'd agree to the fact that the 'Teasing business' that the friends of both the boy and the girl get down too is a lot of fun with all "AYYE, We think you guys would make a great couple, or wow ! bro scoring high haan *wink*" being the mantras that manage to work EVERY TIME, but again "why do we care ?", why cant we just let everyone live their life for god sake and concentrate on ours.

Why do somebody's pants or hairstyle become such a tower in our lives, and nevertheless why do "human relations" between the residents of both Venus and Mars are seen at such a "sizzling level".

We generally wouldn't have the time to smile at people and wish them to have a good day but would have the audacity to present two people of the opposite gender engrossed in a conversation, with embarrassing and judgmental 'Lifted eye brows' that would make at least the fairer one go red and pink, all over.

I mean, it's funny seeing , how people have NO respect for people's privacy and are always so excited to know about WHAT is going on in somebody else's life and in the situation being discussed about : "WHAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN THEM ?"

Once the cat is out of the bag and rumors are in the air, people really won't make an effort to wait for a minute and apply their brains on the truth behind the statement but like lifeless and brainless slaves, go on believing and spreading it,  like wild fire.  

Then there are rumors, all sorts of rumors both good- bad, decent-explicit etc. which can totally make the sensitive ones lose their minds and for a while Re-consider befriending their male/female counterpart, simply because nobody likes to be targeted and talked about in negative and low light and that too for something which is completely right and pious, unlike how this darn mean world perceives it as.

The fact is that, men need women and women need men (no pun intended) for the smooth functioning of this world, so in my point of you, I really think that we all should seriously grow up, and surface out from cheap and petty thrills of talking about people and assigning lame reasons like 'they like each other or are dating' by just spotting two young birds together, until they themselves agree to what is being talked about them . 

It really is high time, we get rid of this syndrome because merely looking successful isn't going to make us one, "Stop Giving a Damn" , Winners Don't , We All Do :)

A million dollar love .

If little drops fell on my face,
and one look said it all,
if one smile was worth a million dollars ,
I would fly, laugh , talk and would jump.
But you shall walk,
walk a mile , make an effort,
let yourself free,
and help me become what I've always dreamt to be.
If I was a bird , I would want you to be it too,
this persuasion would persist until agreed to.
How beautiful this is ?
no words, only an essence,
your soul gels with mine ,
slips into the deepest of me ,
and soothes the craving.
My eyes say , they talk,
a language , unknown , unseen , unheard.
Be the translator, take the charge ,
it would go unnoticed, if you simply barge.
A fortunate turn of events and countless realizations ,
this life is not always in tandem with our aspirations,
it's a sequence of baits and charms.
Sometimes I wonder , How this life would've been without your footprints,
impressions on sand and my being.

I want to live , live this life in every way,
Pay the price and I wouldn't mind getting hurt thrice,
But after this , you'd have to be there,
there with me , because I would need a string of hope to wake up and breathe.
Breathe the air of genuinity , purity and femininity ,
Come and make me see , Who I am ?
Paint a painting, a reward of your imagination.
I would watch you with your gentle fingers , spread across the canvas .
The sunlight would lighten up the darkened days ,
with the moonlight the deafening silence would fade.
Let me sway , sway with the wind , (like the Lillis),
You can make anything feel beautiful even something as dry as the winter chill .
So tell me , listen to me and answer me .
I watch you , I observe you and I follow you .
And in real time , I run , I hide , I dream ,
Dream , to be as magical as you make me believe .



Maybe I'd put a thought or to ,
that if I ever lose you , I would lie ,
Lie on the grass , gaze at the stars with a hope to find you there ,
or back with me home .
I would search the woods and tops of the trees , if you decide to leave ,
Leave in your plans , leave with the breeze ,.
I would want to hold you , even if my hand would pass through .
I know we're in this together , like we all are ,
it's a cycle , a nature governed one .
Let's run away , go to a distant land.
What matters is the thrill in my life that you generate ,
the trust in your eyes , that I wouldn't ever want to escape .
These aren't expectations but the desired story of my life ,
a life spun with a golden thread ,
as priceless as French Vintage Red Wine .
          

Inexplicable

The sky was dark, and the darkness thundered,
I stood there, waiting for the pour,
It was evident, it wasn't liked,
I wished to paint and dance in the night,
let go off what was thought , preserve myself ever more .
A clear sense of vitality washed me
Now , it was a new day , a new life,
an inexplicable one indeed,
a feeling much awaited ,
a feeling well rewarded,
How fair the "GREAT ONE IS" , I thought,
but did that even matter, when he planned to give me all,
all the smiles and credit,
the respect and I knew I'd made it ,
made it to the stars , the moon and the sun,
this victory was inexplicable,
after all the confusions and lows,
I stood there understanding, the feeling of life and not it's meaning,
a tough journey that was , with sprouts of resistance ,
but all was meant only for the strong , the mighty , the determined ,
there wasn't any room for , breaking or bowing,
no crowd , no soul : to support ,
I crossed the ocean , ALL ALONE ,
and now when I look back,
all the pain seems worth it,
coz what this victory means,
nobody can understand it .

I wrote this poem , regarding my experience as a house captain , and how I made it sure that it got back it's original position : THE BEST ALL ROUNDER HOUSE 2012 (NALANDA)

Miraze

 Today I walk a lonely road with dreams , wishes and desire ,

every thing's so plain , it's simple ,

it's destined to be straight .

Point's of reflection -when I look back ,

a stark realisation strikes me .

People come and people leave,

with hope to live it again,

do feelings alter , or people change ,

or is it just a part of a chain .

Broken promises and countless memories,

not better than an anchor,

which coaxes the vessel to wait- until hope disappears,

the myths say "everything is give and take" ,

always was and will be ,

but my utopia bubble was way too strong - to let in such thinking .

I know I have to be there ,

with an open mind and an ever accepting soul ,

but all they do is walk past by and hardly seem to care ,

Lonely nights , teary eyed , I cross my journey safe ,

bumps and smooths ,

twists and turns mark the nature of it ,

with no hand to help , without support , I struggle to stand up again

when the world walked out , I was there,

in pursuit to infinitely care ,

now , I am here , now I am alone ,

with silent laughter everywhere,

My eyes talk , they say alot , but there seemed no listener anywhere,

time isn't given , it rather is made ,

only if this mattered ,

it would've struck your mighty brain .

So go ahead , with arms wide open ,

give love and breathe it ,

you never know it might just be the only reason one relieves oneself from it ,

hug and touch , hold and comfort cause that is how it works ,

life is filled with ups and downs ,

one can go through highs and lows ,

but what matters is the bond that exists ,

Since there isn't anything special commonplace .

Just a Fad ..

hello :)
I can't believe that I am finally writing and blogging after 2 and a half whole months ,even though I crossed various points wherein I felt this consistent craving of spilling out whatever I'd been collecting within the clear vicinity of my evolving mind .Well I guess that is what grade 12 ,aspirations and yes off course a transition phase which is inevitable can do to you . :P
But none the less I guess the wait was worth it . Many a times, I tried sorting out my thoughts  to produce them with the help of mere words and alphabets, but then found my self unable to do so . Now after so many days , I am here with ample realisations and observations that would suffice for another few writings .
It's exactly been a year since I attended my first Mock Mun before I took off to China for an International one . I still remember how fascinated I'd always been with this form of discussion and  debate and considered diplomacy to be an art which I always wished to master. Communication skills , considerable research and confidence is what I thought mattered in this simulated race of solving world problems . I feel embarrassed when I recall how blank I was on the first day of the Mock ,that during the first UN-moderated caucus  ,I asked a friend of mine to tell me on what basis I was suppose to support 'The GROUPS' being formed then . When he answered that I was to be with my 'ALLIES' and look into my country's 'foreign policy' , I simply wanted to disappear as I had no clue about any of the above .
But whatever it was ,the entire experience taught me alot , and I discovered all healthy and positive points about my personality . This encouraged me to take part in a few other Mun's ,holding all together different countries and stances . When I seemed to recognise my addiction and passion for this 'ART' , I started observing it more closely to know whether I really wanted to do it or not .
How I saw Muning then and the way I view it now , the opinions are poles apart .
I always thought it made you know yourself and yes it did , you always could assess your  capabilities and to my surprise your Wit  and shrewdness .
Judging the book by it’s cover is one mistake that I made , and as the time passed by I realised the truth behind this ever so emerging fad .
MUN'ning to me is nothing else than a forum to flaunt your style and looks , meet new people and for some non serious souls , check out the opposite gender representatives .
It’s a pool that can be highlighted with a cunning streak and  politics .  Your ability to pull some one down and in this case someone with a mediocre research JUST TO GET AN AWARD ,like seriously AN AWARD , is what counts .
Honestly it’s losing it’s class , . Wherever you turn your attention towards ,you have that very organisation conducting an Mun , it’ rather like a ‘herd walk’ ,where people are only concerned with organising one to create a hype in the general arena .
Cut the awards , cut the formality and then see how many dedicated individuals or I may say ‘delegates’ are interested to discuss about the current situation in Libya or the issue of membership expansion in U.N.E.P .
It’s ruthless and smart .
It’s all Give and Take ,you give me a position now , you get a position like you get an interest from the bank after a few months . Strangely , if you are blessed with symmetrical features capable of attracting the our counterparts then you don’t even require a good research or any knowledge of you country’s role in the situation being discussed ,just wear formals and a touch up on your face and be an author of the resolution before the table .
I didn’t want to be blunt but I guess the spirit of honesty ,is just persuading me to share more and more of what I think .

I realised all of this a couple of weeks back , but settling of the fact took much longer .

It’s more or less like , an addiction : like smoking is to a few people , the active smoker knows that it’s bad but is still unable to take a stand and formulate a decision . Not that I say that Munning is something frivolous or Unhealthy ,but I just know that it is definitely not my cup of tea .

 To be more specific ,if this is what you enjoy doing then go for it , but at the end reflect back and see for yourself how much you are gaining from it and not to forget to analyse it’s genuinity.

Who cares ?

She stared ,
she looked around,
she had nowhere to go,
nothing to hide,
It was white,
the absence of colours,
made the blankness get on to her,
her thoughts seemed suspended.
It wasn't strange,
neither was it new,
It was routine now,
she sensed her eyes water,
saw the intensity pile up.
Her body grew numb,
refused her mind to work,
her will broke ,
and courage shook,
she was shattered , thrown helpless,
she was done with all the criticism,
she gave up the spirit,
she lost control,
These daily tales were turning her against ,her inner self ,
they were making her despise her soul ,
she was losing out on stability,
she knew she was wasting time : Trying ,
The world thought she was humane,
They had always known the subtle her,
an identity with a conscious,
a part of the crowd ,yet stood out ,
but the ones who mattered discarded it ,
they didn't know how concerned she got even when someone got mocked,
she knew they weren't aware.
Ignorance is bliss ,
but Ignorance is effortless,
she often wondered why she looked down upon herself,
Low Self Esteem is what everybody calls it ,
was she to be blamed ??
was the nature responsible ?
or was there  a lapse in the nurture ?
Who cares ?
Until they had her as the perfect scapegoat ,
she didn't ask for much and neither did she wish for ,
all she desired was acceptance ,
a recognition of her being,
attachment to her smile ,
and happiness *sigh* ,


Now ,
she feels lonely,
she cries , she digests ,
but still never speaks ,
she becomes negative,
mood swings are her closest friends,
she becomes unsure and loses hope ,
but sadly at the end endures it ,
one against infinity has never worked,
neither did it in her case.
Who is she ?
she herself has lost touch with herself ,
Statements and judgements have always pulled her down,
Or I may say who cares ?
She is just a normal girl they think ,
 people who she loves,
Maybe a puppet in their hands,
there is no question of flight,
she struggles to open her wings,
but the walls that surround her,
are always successful in cutting them off ,
she feels suffocated, she feels choked ,
she goes through the pain ,without uttering a word ,
she is left bruised ,she is left hurt ,
she never complains and infact she cares ,
she empathises in a hope to bring out a smile on the face that needs it ,
she knows that she is not the best , but neither is she the worst ,
she just another name - But who cares ??
And At the end she stands alone .