Hadow Lockers.
The blog is still here. So, they do not trash the 'non-fuctional' blogs out here, do they ? Seems they don't. And thus my license to stay shut when I want to (and spam your walls when I wish to !!) totally works.
So, how has life been ?
Watson gets me news that it is not all rosy. What with all those project submissions, negotiations and then the tests crammed into one silly week. One primary reason you escaped my rhath, shilly peepal ! You see, life has been busy. Some sleepless nights, drowsy afternoons, ASPs .. when will this end ? Never. We have forced ourelves into the Machine, and now there is no escape. So much like those sci-fi movies that characterise Star Movies. Oh did I just say Star Movies?
Idiot Box - not so Idiotic.
Don't you miss that TV back home, dudes and dudettes ? Inside each one of you was a couch potato, albeit latent in some. And now all you have is "torrented videos' of shows of long ago. And as a consolation, you take pride in calling each other : "First Name" FAVOURITE TV SHOW "Last Name" - how koool. Law Skool does these things to you - an identity out of downloaded episodes and an aaidenteetty out of krooked spellings.
You see, I am more the stereotypical kind. I like it with the remote in my hand. No pun intended ! I miss the advertisements .. those five minute breaks you could take for some snacks, and make a mini-adventure out of it due to the time constraints. But now, you can pause it until eternity .. and if the battery survives and you forget about it [Ohkay Ohkay, I know it is silly, as always] , your cubie-kid might resume it an year later. What fun ! I liked surfing channels, watching two shows at once, switching between what mom wanted and what I wanted, changing channels when she wasn't looking. Also having forced dad to switch to newspapers, as watching news was in no ways possible with me around. Maybe he did though, but after I slept. Oh c'mon, how am I supposed to know that ? This is what that flickering screen meant to me. I miss it. I miss home.
Random Frustration.
I miss home even more now. Because am losing friends. They say I don't have the time for them. Law School has changed me. I am begining to forget them, they say.
Holy Shit ! I don't have time for myself here. Does that mean am forgetting myself ? Or slipping into some amnesiac existence?
No. Then why such deductions.
So I hate this place. I hate it for robbing my life. I hate it for making my special ones hate me. Sometimes I love it too, when I am working. Or blogging. Or am at Chettas with those close few. Maybe in the barbs. Maybe in the hostels. Maybe on the terrace. But then, ghosts of the other world come haunting by and everything turns grey.
And maybe, only a Law Schoolite can understand a Law Schoolite.
And the people outside will never do.
And I know you people relate to this.
Take Care,
Truly Yours
Lock.
P.S. Write answers that ellicit a better response that "Interesting" in tomorrows LM paper.
No need to dress up provocatively for the Torts paper. Its blind checking. Eyes and sights won't matter.
Best o' Luck.
Also, this is not a newspaper you pay for. So kindly stop pointing out typos. You can, but do not be mean.
The blog is still here. So, they do not trash the 'non-fuctional' blogs out here, do they ? Seems they don't. And thus my license to stay shut when I want to (and spam your walls when I wish to !!) totally works.
So, how has life been ?
Watson gets me news that it is not all rosy. What with all those project submissions, negotiations and then the tests crammed into one silly week. One primary reason you escaped my rhath, shilly peepal ! You see, life has been busy. Some sleepless nights, drowsy afternoons, ASPs .. when will this end ? Never. We have forced ourelves into the Machine, and now there is no escape. So much like those sci-fi movies that characterise Star Movies. Oh did I just say Star Movies?
Idiot Box - not so Idiotic.
Don't you miss that TV back home, dudes and dudettes ? Inside each one of you was a couch potato, albeit latent in some. And now all you have is "torrented videos' of shows of long ago. And as a consolation, you take pride in calling each other : "First Name" FAVOURITE TV SHOW "Last Name" - how koool. Law Skool does these things to you - an identity out of downloaded episodes and an aaidenteetty out of krooked spellings.
You see, I am more the stereotypical kind. I like it with the remote in my hand. No pun intended ! I miss the advertisements .. those five minute breaks you could take for some snacks, and make a mini-adventure out of it due to the time constraints. But now, you can pause it until eternity .. and if the battery survives and you forget about it [Ohkay Ohkay, I know it is silly, as always] , your cubie-kid might resume it an year later. What fun ! I liked surfing channels, watching two shows at once, switching between what mom wanted and what I wanted, changing channels when she wasn't looking. Also having forced dad to switch to newspapers, as watching news was in no ways possible with me around. Maybe he did though, but after I slept. Oh c'mon, how am I supposed to know that ? This is what that flickering screen meant to me. I miss it. I miss home.
Random Frustration.
I miss home even more now. Because am losing friends. They say I don't have the time for them. Law School has changed me. I am begining to forget them, they say.
Holy Shit ! I don't have time for myself here. Does that mean am forgetting myself ? Or slipping into some amnesiac existence?
No. Then why such deductions.
So I hate this place. I hate it for robbing my life. I hate it for making my special ones hate me. Sometimes I love it too, when I am working. Or blogging. Or am at Chettas with those close few. Maybe in the barbs. Maybe in the hostels. Maybe on the terrace. But then, ghosts of the other world come haunting by and everything turns grey.
And maybe, only a Law Schoolite can understand a Law Schoolite.
And the people outside will never do.
And I know you people relate to this.
Take Care,
Truly Yours
Lock.
P.S. Write answers that ellicit a better response that "Interesting" in tomorrows LM paper.
No need to dress up provocatively for the Torts paper. Its blind checking. Eyes and sights won't matter.
Best o' Luck.
Also, this is not a newspaper you pay for. So kindly stop pointing out typos. You can, but do not be mean.
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