The End... It Beckons...

The alcohol in my system has been replaced by coffee (blood... what’s that?)... Dark and black… like a fresh oil slick it floats ... leaving me sleepless and dazed… it’s a sign... a sign of the impending end that stares me in my face.. a week from now.. Ill still be sitting here on this fake leather couch …the fire shall still be burning... but… I will be a free man… no longer would I be spending my long winter nights in the arms of Ved Kumari, Asha Bajpai, Rema Nagarajan,and Nyquist…nor will I be waking up to N.L Mitra and K.C. Sarkar by my side.. And how I am going to miss them all.

No longer will I come up with an earth shattering, life changing brain storm while spending quality ( quantitative value was reduced to a distant dream a month back) time on my pristine marble pot…nor will I run out of my bath still cold and wet, to write that one point, which could change the course of dissertation.

Sigh… yea I am jumping the gun…but I am tired... a tired and near dead man... trust me it aint easy spending your nights and morning with so many people…I'm tired of making love to my dissertation… and now I just want it over… its hard to explain…but…what do you expect.. When a man is forced to make non stop love for a month (45 days actually... some one call the people at Guinness... i meant those guys that publish that book on records and not the ones that makes that irish beer)... (I am sure I put superman man to shame with this feat)….

At the end of this... the sun shall still shine (I have to be kidding myself... it never does in Glasgow) and the rain shall still fall (that’s more like it)…but... my life’s never gonna be the same… 7 years of all this (ill)legal education (fuck I had to be mad)… and it shall be over... a few more footnotes… references and the freaking conclusion and I am done….

What next….?

I wish I knew… no longer can I hide in the arms of education fooling the world that I am preparing my self to step into the Colosseum of life to face the battles that await me…but then again… nothing lasts forever and the only thing constant is change.. Blah blah blah…( all that jazz.. someone shove a cork)

I have to stop kidding my self…..the time has finally come ( unless I lose my already Looney mind and jump into a PhD program)… my days as a poor, broke, hungry, drunk and constantly hung-over student are almost over… and my days as a struggling, hungry, broke, homeless out of work human rights lawyer are about to begin.. So may the Man above (You know what may all the Indian Gods above…Man... woman... half man... half elephant... and all the combinations you can come up with.) bless me… I need it all and more…