so after being connected with law for so long and been a student of law school for more than 6 months, i finally entered the portals of the apex court of the country. it is an impressive building.. britishers did give us some impressive architecture.. But i dont know if the building is more impressive because of its architecture or because of its status, especially to somebody in law. as you walk up the steps its easy to think that you are in a school, with everyone in uniforms and a difference between junior school students and senior school ( the senior counsel have different kinda coat and gown ). but not to me. for the first time, i didnt think black and white code is restrictive or that it would make it very boring. it would be but back then, i understood why it shouldnt be changed. as i saw people in black coats and lawyer's gown, another first, i longed to wear the gown myself. i might look foolish but in that court ( you are not supposed to wear the gown outside court), i know it would not be odd or foolish. it would distinguish you and it would make you feel at home. it would have significance. its hard to express..so i leave it to your imagination.
Inside the court room, another first ( lots of first happened there!!) - i didnt feel intimidated by the fact that i would have to stand up there and argue in front of the judge(s). public speaking is not my forte but then, i didnt even think about that. it was one of the moments when you know that decision you made was correct. for me those moments c0me far and apart and regarding this subject hasnt come for a long time.. and a judge smiling at you has a weird effect too.. maybe because v were only ones in black coats and not gowns, sitting where usually only lawyers sit ( though if empty v can sit too), maybe coz he was happy college students come to court or maybe coz we showed reactions to the arguments.. i dont know but when i think about it, it doesnt matter.. for my view of first supreme court judge, he did pretty well.
oh if you havent figured out till now, i was very impressed by the 'supreme' experience.. i am looking forward to going again. and ofcourse actually be a complete part of that place.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
To my valentine( whoever you are)
They say It cant judge
that It is blind.
So if you get knocked down,
you really shouldnt mind.
They say It fulfills you
It makes you complete.
But I already have a head
two arms and two feet.
Without the drugs,
they say It gives a high.
But what is the use
so soon, it passes by.
They say It has the power
It changes a man.
to say for better or worse,
that, no one can.
They say It is a garden,
like flowers, you should tend.
I think i am nauseous
this poem, i should end.
that It is blind.
So if you get knocked down,
you really shouldnt mind.
They say It fulfills you
It makes you complete.
But I already have a head
two arms and two feet.
Without the drugs,
they say It gives a high.
But what is the use
so soon, it passes by.
They say It has the power
It changes a man.
to say for better or worse,
that, no one can.
They say It is a garden,
like flowers, you should tend.
I think i am nauseous
this poem, i should end.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Moments
Warning: dont expect anything great or rhyming!! on the other hand, you might recognise a few things.
One cold winter day,
One cozy bed,
One warm rajai,
And a good book to read.
A beach near the house,
Cousins all around,
Patient mothers at home,
to wash the salty clothes.
One big family,
food and games,
Through stories and tales
the young live the past.
A college canteen stairs,
One plate of fried rice,
one plate chole batura,
and 4 friends together.
The top of a hill,
A foggy sky,
one mischievous setting sun,
playing games with us.
See the snow fall,
white and glorious
In the month of May
Have a great birthday.
One cold winter day,
One cozy bed,
One warm rajai,
And a good book to read.
A beach near the house,
Cousins all around,
Patient mothers at home,
to wash the salty clothes.
One big family,
food and games,
Through stories and tales
the young live the past.
A college canteen stairs,
One plate of fried rice,
one plate chole batura,
and 4 friends together.
The top of a hill,
A foggy sky,
one mischievous setting sun,
playing games with us.
See the snow fall,
white and glorious
In the month of May
Have a great birthday.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Atheist or Agnostic
It started when my friend asked me if i was an atheist or agnostic. my first reaction - what does agnostic mean. she said it meant a person who questions the existence of god as opposed to atheist who just doesnt believe. i later found out that the meaning was incorrect. But it was too late.. she had started me on to something.
I cant remember a time when i actually believed or the moment when i stopped. tracing back, one incident comes to mind. a school picnic and i was 12-13 years old. ghost stories being told and discussion moves on to belief in ghosts and god. most answers were no for ghosts and yes for god. i was the only person with a no for both. i remember being surprised with that statistic. i had thought that among the younger generation i was in majority. but it took that poll to tell me how stupid it was to assume. So that leads me to when.. obviously before age of 12. but i cant go further back. (i can barely remember things that happened a week ago and u want me to remember things that happened like 10 years ago!!) But what i find surprising is that my parents never said anything. i dont know how i let them know but they knew. i dont believe. But they didnt react, they didnt force anything. maybe they thought it was just a phase, a rebellion which will die a natural death or maybe i wud change when i grow up and face realities of the world. and maybe i will.. i have seen it happen or rather heard it as a story. people changed from one extreme of not going to temple at all to doing a whole trip of temples.
Maybe because my parents were not forcing me to follow their beliefs, i didnt try to force mine on them. i questioned, argued at times but overall accepted that this was a matter of belief. they believed and i didnt. nothing i say could change them. (oh but where this intelligence and understanding went later in life!) so i didnt try. time moved and i am here today where god has disappeared from my life- as a matter of belief, He/She exists as stories, myths. these days i go to temple sometimes.. to admire architectural beauty, sometimes to please my parents - on special occasions. it doesnt change me, change my beliefs but these small things, if they make my parents happy, i can oblige as they know, it doesnt change me.
So when is a question, i have not figured out.. lets just say as far as i can remember. now lets go back to the question which started all this. what am i? actually all the thinking leads back to the same answer i gave to my friend, 10 seconds after the question.. (still believing her meaning of agnostic) maybe at some point i was an agnostic, but now i am just atheist. i dont want to change anyone beliefs, i just want to be with my beliefs. u dont question me, i dont question u. (Why oh why cant i be so sensible in other things!)
I cant remember a time when i actually believed or the moment when i stopped. tracing back, one incident comes to mind. a school picnic and i was 12-13 years old. ghost stories being told and discussion moves on to belief in ghosts and god. most answers were no for ghosts and yes for god. i was the only person with a no for both. i remember being surprised with that statistic. i had thought that among the younger generation i was in majority. but it took that poll to tell me how stupid it was to assume. So that leads me to when.. obviously before age of 12. but i cant go further back. (i can barely remember things that happened a week ago and u want me to remember things that happened like 10 years ago!!) But what i find surprising is that my parents never said anything. i dont know how i let them know but they knew. i dont believe. But they didnt react, they didnt force anything. maybe they thought it was just a phase, a rebellion which will die a natural death or maybe i wud change when i grow up and face realities of the world. and maybe i will.. i have seen it happen or rather heard it as a story. people changed from one extreme of not going to temple at all to doing a whole trip of temples.
Maybe because my parents were not forcing me to follow their beliefs, i didnt try to force mine on them. i questioned, argued at times but overall accepted that this was a matter of belief. they believed and i didnt. nothing i say could change them. (oh but where this intelligence and understanding went later in life!) so i didnt try. time moved and i am here today where god has disappeared from my life- as a matter of belief, He/She exists as stories, myths. these days i go to temple sometimes.. to admire architectural beauty, sometimes to please my parents - on special occasions. it doesnt change me, change my beliefs but these small things, if they make my parents happy, i can oblige as they know, it doesnt change me.
So when is a question, i have not figured out.. lets just say as far as i can remember. now lets go back to the question which started all this. what am i? actually all the thinking leads back to the same answer i gave to my friend, 10 seconds after the question.. (still believing her meaning of agnostic) maybe at some point i was an agnostic, but now i am just atheist. i dont want to change anyone beliefs, i just want to be with my beliefs. u dont question me, i dont question u. (Why oh why cant i be so sensible in other things!)
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