Here We Are Now...Entertain Us

Let us all sing in praise of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. If not sing, celebrate with jumbo meatballs.
It's been a rather dull week.Not much to do apart from reading the Sociology-I module and listening to music. At times, both situations coincide and the result is what I'd like to refer to as the baap of procrastination. After 4 months of reading Contract Law and Family Law, I can quite confidently say that I've learnt almost nothing. Yes, I may be competent to tender legal advice to someone who asks for it but it still seems quite incomplete.Law School does require you to read a lot on your own, especially with the highly qualified faculty we have at hand(This is not a statement; Rene Magritte, forgive me).
What is amusing is the Kundera-esque twists that life seems to take.At times, I truly wonder whether this adversarial approach of mine towards a lot of people really is part of me. I leave the question unanswered, for I can't furnish an answer myself.
In another 8 days, I would've completed 1 year of instruction in law. It's been a fruitful year. Gained a good lot of friends, lost a few(not that I particularly regret it), learnt stuff. Most of all, I truly believe I've emerged more knowledgeable and much more humble. To put in absolutely blasphemous terms, I don't consider my trysts with Camus to be the pinnacle of intellect. There are people here who scare and inspire me with their degree of intellect. I wish I could cultivate that.
The radical difference that I see is that everyone really liked being here in the 1st Semester while everyone just wishes to escape to whichever part of the country they're from after the 2nd Semester. I won't deny that I feel the same. 4 months away from Delhi can drive a Delhite to suicide. I'm one of the few that made it. At the same time, I know I'll miss NALSAR's hostel life all my life.That precise moment, 2:30 in the morning, Roy,Abdaal,Laban,Mrinal,Sanjay and Me, on the terrace of BH-3, speaking utter rubbish, will be a moment that'll live within me forever.Nothing can come close to hostel life. It is, to put it in very mild terms, beyond this mundane world.
Ideally, Duryodhana should've killed Bhima. Ideally, Kubrick and Kurosawa should've been immortal. Ideally, I should be reading Sociology now.Let us all strive towards perfection.
P.S.- My grandmum's 10th death anniversary today i.e. 23rd. May her soul rest in eternal peace." Wherever you are Nani, watch over me". Love - Anjaney.

Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention

My Guitar's Gonna Kill Your Mama. My Mandolin may manage it too.
15 days left for the end of the 2nd semester. 1 year of legal education over.It's been quite different from the 1st semester. While the 1st was a drag, the 2nd went away in a jiffy. Chennai, the Moot, surprises,midsems,projects. 3.5 months without ever realising that they went by. Life went tumultuous to the point where I decided to let go off something I should never have.It's funny how one can live a life full of regrets.

Work awaits. Some other time.

Douglas Noel Adams

The question is: Whether DNA was divine or bovine??
Random. Stop.
I finally stepped out of campus today. Albeit for moot work, it was quite a welcome change from the 55 acres of expanse that NALSAR has to offer. I went with two 5th Years and the entire trip was brilliant. From buying stuff you'd have considered absolutely irrelevant to discussing college to listening to Ustav's memoirs of life both inside and outside of NALSAR, I had a great time. oh, and to all the who think that I look like Shyam, the Shamirpet lake is quite a drown. The chap's actually good looking. Now to further randomness.

It's been a long time since I gave up my guitar.Here I am, sweating my ass in law school, while she weeps gently at home. I guess I'll get her repaired and bring her here next semester. Miss playing my guitar a lot. Also, chucking it was not a prudent decision. There's no thrill in life equivalent to creating music and I wish I was doing it right now.
The travesties of music aside, work is a requisite in NALSAR to keep yourself sane. If not work imposed by the academic sphere, work of any sort, even learning languages. I learnt Urdu this semester. Italian and French in the summers. Telugu in the third semester. Being a polyglot is something I'd always strived to be. If Hofstadter is to be believed, I'd be a pi-glot (Not a reference I expect anyone to understand; As a friend refers to me, I am quite a snob).
Inlaks, be mine. Till then,life, be mine.