Attorneyगिरी at Delhi.

Life sometimes takes unexpected turns. I’ve generally been the last one to notice such turns in my life. However, there have been certain exceptions.. situations where I was the creator of such events. These events were my decisions. Its a very nice feeling to enjoy the consequences of your own decisions which is why our decisions should be truly our’s, most often. The last time I posted, I didn’t know that my next post would have this paragraph. :-)

Its been 35 days since I came to Delhi for my internship. I came with no expectations or prejudice about the kind of work I would be given. I was interning under Mr. K.K. Manan. I came to know that he was a very successful lawyer and a big name in the HC and the Trial courts. By the end of the internship, I realized that bigger the name, lesser the work (this rule applies at least upto 2nd year internships) My first day was quite unusual at the internship. The morning itself began in the most unusual fashion. I broke the heel of my shoe as I got out of the Mandi House Metro Station. I broke the other heel purposely to make it even and easier to walk. Not that I wasn’t scandalized, but I tried my best to keep my brains working holding two broken heels of the shoe I was going to wear the whole day. All day long, I was stuck in the Chamber of my advocate reading some files and taking down certain notes about the grounds of argument and the applicable law. Later, it came in handy when my advocate’s junior wanted a briefing of the case. See! At an internship, every little bit helps. So never give up working. Continue reading

Moots et al…

My house is upside down: two nephews + two nieces. I’m in a zoo. No matter how much I try, I can’t study the fat J.N. Pandey I brought from hostel. I thought I’d finish the Constitution course in these four days. Alas.. I caught viral fever and now I’m stuck up here with nothing to do, but post this. I should have posted it long back. Kirti Dashora has been nudging me to write another post. She happens to be one of the chief patrons of this blog, apart from my brother.

I mooted this time. General practice at GNLU is that everyone registers themselves with partners for the first round and one can back out any moment before the memo submission. Initially I almost backed out when I saw the kind of people taking part. My! All big shots!! Yea, yea.. I’ve been abnormally low on self confidence after Sem 1. I was not used to being humiliated in the Moot Court (any stage for that matter..); I had never tasted 40+ ranks; I had never settled for anything less that ‘very good’. All that happened in the first semester. My parents and friends encouraged me against backing out. Specially Ujjvalya Anand (Vyuj, as I call her). She was my partner for the first intras. We finished our memo somehow. Sujoy Datta helped a lot! I can’t imagine that moot without Ujjvalya and Sujoy. Our moot was scheduled last. Last. We reported at 2:00 pm and our moot began at 5:00 pm. All our freshness and enthusiasm wore off. Then, it got over. I dont want to recall how! We were okay. Not great, definitely. I’d like to particularly mention one document though… the Application form of the French Embassy. Sujoy gave me that, hours before the moot. That was one impressive document. You may not understand the context. But it did one great thing: Projected my pathetically scanty research like one awesomely padded piece of work! It was impressive. Rest all was not. Continue reading

Politics

This is not going to be a post about my boring philosophical views on routine politics or how the tussle between the Congress and the BJP annoy me while the teeming millions youl and yawp for attention. The description of my blog read, “…(something something..) journey of a high school kid to the dark side of the profession.” This post is about another step in that journey,which continues to be interesting nevertheless.

When I came to GNLU, I was a 17 year old, unassuming, naive, principled, innocent idiot (mind it, its a legal term!). Besides school, teachers, friends and parents, the atmosphere at home which was perpetually brimming with spirituality, made me believe in the goodness of the world. Regularly watching the episodes of Mahabharata and listening to philosophical discussions on the Geeta, always strengthened my belief in something called ‘the theory of karma’. As you sow, so shall you reap. But GNLU taught me how to how to “show” the world that ‘I sowed, and none but me, is entitled to reap…’, so you dare not touch MY candy! This “show”, is called politics. I never thought it’d be this easy to define politics so contextually after I gave up the painful Political Thought classes! Continue reading

Soon to rename the blog..

I got feedback about the last two posts being nauseatingly nerdy and geeky! I tried to justify it with the name: its Uma’s kanoon blog! Although the name was not my idea as I do not speak of any kanoon here. The blog itself was not my idea; it was my brat brother who did it! Anything posted here has to be related to my experience ‘out there’ in the language of my thoughts.. no extra efforts! Continue reading

End of another Semester… and beginning of Internship

An year has passed by. It seemed like yesterday when I joined college. Everything seemed stagnant, but when I look back today, things have undoubtedly changed… for good. Its been a joyride, more or less and I realize that life has its own way of teaching us and it takes its own time. I have grown, this year. I have learnt (everything, even abuses!). I have also seen, the most beautiful and the nastiest things. I can distinguish between being meek and being timid; being innocent and being stupid; I have learnt that nobody around deserves more than one ‘sorry’. The Indian economy won’t face fiscal deficit if I don’t apologize a zillion times. I also realized that not everyone is worth my goodness. Some people do deserve my nasty side. I also realized that what others think is none of my business. Continue reading

Uma’s First Post.

Finally.. my first post! The reason behind this post is, repeated threats by my brat elder brother that he’ll fill this page with ‘more katsays (cats, in German) than I can dream of’.

Right.. a moot experience. Moots. Umm.. google it! Since the day I joined law school, I’ve had a hard time explaining people what ‘moots’ are. As a novice, it had been a cause of fear for me. I couldn’t sleep the first two nights in hostel. Courtesy: moot fear! No body except my mother, knew this. But I’ve been honest enough to admit this here. :) But my first moot (on parliamentary privileges, which everyone thought, was too difficult for first years) was extremely pleasant. The judges (first semester judges are our own GNLU professors) were late by an hour. Ordinarily, out of anxiety, I would have eaten away my fingers. But I calmly sat there, sipping water (I had preserved some water that I brought from home. I might have considered it a good luck charm. God alone knows!). Let me cut it short.. it was over in 1/2 an hour. And I got rank 22. Fortunately made it to top 30s. Then another moot & I got a chance to represent GNLU at the 6th K. K. Luthra Memorial Moot Court as the team researcher. This one was International Criminal Law. Initially I was very very sad.. but some very kind seniors consoled me. Continue reading