Thursday, July 12, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
6 years already??!!
Hmmm. Actually I was raring to graduate and start working. Enough studying, time had come to do something with my education.
I read law from Campus Law Centre. It was quite an experience. Most always end up hating the place, I actually quite liked being there. But the faults - oh yes.. It had plenty of them. To begin with, its size. It was small, much smaller than most of the undergraduate colleges in Delhi University. Second, the furniture - though there was a furniture upgrade by the time I was in my senior year, until that time I could see "Amit heart Shabnam 13.11.1976" etched on the desks. Third, the library. Ask any lawyer and they will tell you that if the legal profession had an artery, it will be called the library (that was until information technology took over - now the artery is Manupatra for the serious sorts and Google for lazy bums like me). A law student is expected to get multiple orgasms when sights are set on the racks..full of books. But in my law school, there were characters who had never entered the library. Not me of course. I was a regular. Proud of it too. Of course, being allergic to dust, I never touched the books. The loo in the library was the cleanest on campus. Of course it would be - hardly anyone came to the library so it was seldom used. There was some air-conditioners there as well, so the seats closest to them were very sought after for an afternoon nap. I got to park my ass on them quite often - those afternoons were blissful.
The professors, bless their hearts, were gems. No bad-mouthing them, some of them were actually awesome. True, there were some characters, but I shall not subject thisblog to the usual teacher bashing which I find very immature. Like, there was one professor who used to repeat everything thrice (Rule of Law Rule of Law Rule of Law!). We all found that funny. Then we got to know that he read law from Cambridge, was the next-big-thing until he had a major tragedy in his family and sort of..just lost the way. Sad.
Then we had our share of professors who stood funny, who dug their noses, who'd do pelvic thrusts with the front desks and who'd simply talk funny (some with a high-pitched shrill voice and others like a rambling goat). But, that's usual isn't it.
But to get back to the point, so there I was - fresh meat in the legal butchery in the summer of 2008. As I said, I was dying to graduate. I was very eager to earn, to build a professional profile. I was hungry for some real work for which people paid (was sick and tired of slaving for free).
Funnily enough, nothing much seems to have changed from the last time I blogged... Yet, everything has changed, everything was meant to change. Time has moved, so have I. Things haven't exactly moved according to plan - but meh..whatever.. I can't be serious for too long..
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Revenge stinks!
Something good...yet gross...happened in college today. I had to crap. Its was one of those ass tearin types, whence you just can't keep it in. You wince even, and then, give a very weak smile to hide the fact, that any moment now, your ass is going to explode! Then after toying with the idea of whether to go to the John or not, you finally decide...I can't hold it in anymore!The same thing happened to me. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I had a free class, so had gone to the canteen to chill out, when the invasion of the turd happened. I excused myself from my friends. The faces I made before that in front of them, they must have figured out that I was either going to crap, or was going to fart very loud. There was one character, who was really taking my trip over my apparent discomfort. He was constantly asking me questions from the Lord of the rings. 'Why did Sam follow Frodo?, Why did Gollum help Frodo?, Why Eowyn go to battle?; Cause she was tired of sitting home and getting fucked by men, you asshole. But obviously I had to be polite, and answer each of his questions nicely.The questions didn't help my cause or comfort! It was one of those moments, where every1 knows that the discomfort is 'retro-related'. I got up, and then the pressure increased. I decided to run, but suddenly had a vision of my turds just, plopping down. Walking seemed like a million dollar idea. But the walk seemed to take ages. I finally reached, did my stuff. Quite potent. Anyway, the fun begins now. My college doesn't have any toilet papers. Don't ask me why, I don't know. Maybe they think students can't crap while studying, and anyway, since they always carry lots of paper with them anyway, they can use their own. I for one, can't dp that. Dilemma. Should I tear off a page from one of my beloved notebooks, or should I just pull up my pants, and imagine that it never happened. I don't know if you know it or not, but we usually wash our asses properly with hands, and not just wipe the left-over turd off with paper, like its done everywhere else. So i decided to do that. I washed , my ass with my left hand, but didn't wash my hand. Then I came out, proud, confident, and definitely relieved. I almost announced loudly, Come you fuckers, and ask me whatever you wanna ask! But instead I ran to the canteen, singled out my LOTR friend, and gave him a big bear hug, with my left hand especially roving all over his back. Then, I took my revenge further, and shaked hands with all those who I am not quite fond of. Revenge is sweet, and definitely has the potential to stink!