Telling stories in ways I could never tell alone. I give thanks to the songwriters and their songs. And I lie in the sound
- Mark Schwahn
So as I sit to write this post, my batch mates are cramming away for an end semester exam on “International Relations”. One would ask, pray, tell me, why on the eve of an important exam would I be blogging, wasting time yada yada when I could actually learn about “Manufacturing consent” or mug statistics pertaining to BRICS. Quite honestly, my mind wouldn’t be at peace and whatever little I would have learned would be parroted in the paper tomorrow halfheartedly.
I have come to certain conclusions at the end of two years of law school. Call them lessons learnt, or regrets held on to but I have realized certain things might never change and that people should be given second or even third chances sometimes.
After an unsuccessful bid at parliamentary debating and almost no bid at acting, I decided to join the quizzing circuit in my college. I hadn’t given quizzing serious thought for a long time. I took part in a few quizzes when I was in school (my school, unfortunately, dissuaded us from participating in the Bournvita Quiz Contest). The thrill of a random, shot in the dark, guess turning out to be right is, for lack of a better word, awesome. I re-discovered quizzing in college this semester and I realized that in spite of my University’s tendencies to be hierarchical (junior-senior business), that very barrier or rather tendency almost disappeared thanks to GNLU Quizzing Circuit and the Intra Quizzing League. For that I am grateful to the Old Guard and my batch mates. Almost every weekend in February-March was spent quizzing in nearby colleges and universities. Almost qualifying for Tata Crucible was an incredible feeling.
Pentagram was fun. Just the usual roam around aimlessly kind of fest. Did Mad Ads with a couple of my mad friends – Lalu Prasad English Speaking Classes. The ad was pretty crazy, with a fair bit of Tamil, Hindi and English involved. All in all, an eventful semester.
I haven’t applied for an internship in June – probably after all the “We appreciate your interest in our firm but we can’t take you” and “Sorry internship in that month is not available”. Maybe its time I made “Tote Udd Gaye”. Maybe its time I make a short movie with a decent story line and a decent production value.
And there’s one more thing.
There’s never a good time to blog.