If all goes well, I should be home this time tomorrow. As of now I am reeling under immense pressure, there are way too many things that need to be done before I can leave.

My fish need to be taken care off, hopefully the weekend pellet feed shall suffice till I return mid next week.

If all goes well, I should be home this time tomorrow. As of now I am reeling under immense pressure, there are way too many things that need to be done before I can leave.

My fish need to be taken care of, hopefully the weekend pellet feed shall suffice till I return mid next week.

I just cant seem to shake this sleep off me, it’s a lazy week and the vacation is only a few days away. As a matter of fact so is Diwali, that reminds me I have to go out and buy some fairy lights and candles for the house.

How I would love to just spend some time at home and not thinking about work and courts and clients and the boss.. blissful existence

Tribute to Lord Sachin

If cricket is religion then Sachin Tendulkar is GOD. Yes I know it’s a wee bit over the top but then for me and a million other cricket crazy Indians the word cricket and Sachin go together.

I have grown up watching him, cheering him on, crying with him, crying for him, watching with awe how he has created magic on the cricket field.

I remember the only time I met him in 1996 and I broke down, I don’t know why I did, but it was a moment I cant forget.
And today at 2:31 pm IST he broke the world Record for being the highest run getter in test cricket ( he already holds the WR for maximum runs in ODI’s)

It was a moment I missed live by 1 min, I was climbing the stairs to my apartment when Tendulkar hit those crucial world record breaking runs. But I caught the celebrations and the fireworks, and yes I was left teary eyed aright!!!!

Play on Sachin, Play on God!!!

Normal?
Sent over gtalk by a colleague

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

- Ellen Goodman

Coffee, my cup of joy

Fifteen minutes to court, and am sitting at my desk trying to kick start my day with a cup of coffee.

My coffee, Lord bless the soul who discovered coffee beans and brewed into a cup of joy.

For me I love my coffee black and bitter, a teaspoon of coffee, half cup of hot water and another half cup of cold water and its all done. That’s just the way I love my cup of joy.

Back at me desk after a long morning in Court and rather satisfying to say the least, where my colleague and I literally kicked the Additional Solicitor General’s (our opposing counsel in the matter for decriminalizing homosexuality between consenting adults in India) arse to ebbs of the milky way.

We are rather proud of it. Gay rights way to go!!!

I cant sleep,I cant let these mosquitoes suck my blood, I cant read in the candle light, my eyes are crying out for help and I cant continue to while away my time randomly browsing over the world wide web, so off I go with my dog zara for a walk.

Frustration at midnight

Its near midnight, am home after a near hopeless day at work, and what am I faced with? Another power cut?

Why? I pay my taxes I pay my bills, but every fuckin night the government wants to violate me fundamental right as envisaged under Article 21 of the Constitution of India, my right to life, my right to enjoy a life free of encumbrances, enjoy my life sans mutant mosquitoes, enjoy my life sans power cuts.

As I sit here yet again, without the much needed air conditioning and electricity I cant help but think of all those people at the electricity department I want to kill

If I had my way, if only I was a legislator I would pass an Act, The Prohibition of Power Cuts Act of 2008.

The act would strictly be a criminal statute, envisaging the summary execution of manager of the Electricity department under whose jurisdiction there is a power cut.

The act would also provide for life imprisonment for his subordinates.
Arghhhhhhh

Random October Musing

Autumn, the nip in the air, the haze filled dusks, the long nights, the smell of burning leaves, the smoke that fills the night air, October the onset of winter, the peak of autumn, its beautiful and more.

This is my third October in Delhi and my mind wanders to my very first a few years ago. I was still in Law school and interning in Delhi, back then I hated Delhi more than hate it self but the month spent changed the way I looked at the city.

It was then that I discovered the joy this city hides, the warmth the city lacks, the fairy lights and a lot more, (reference to an earlier post) http://legallyunsound.blogspot.com/2006/06/happiness-misconstrued.html

I made some friends, some for life and some I cant find no more. People , memories and images are all too vivid for me to put on paper. I also discovered cold play and Chris Martin, and its strange I chance upon their new album 5 Octobers later.

It brings back a lot of those memories, the long drives, the smoke breaks on the terrace , the sunsets, the coffees…… October you beauty!!!!

Just another day in the life and times rolls on, clients break down over the phone, some French journalists get blasted, others are rudely put in place. The boss’s demands are never ending and the brewing cold war with my juniors gets colder.

Have just or rather am in the process of downloading cold play’s new ( atleast new enough for me).

Music has always helped, have been killing metallica the last few days, particularly ‘ the day that never comes’

I also have a new Siamese fighter fish named tatti on my desk, I am not particularly fond of him, he is a wee slow and rather dumb and lord can he shit.( thus the name)

Randomness takes over my life yet again. And its sooo not a phase. My thoughts reach out to the holiday that’s round the corner, my first this year.

I cant wait to go home, back to the valley I grew up in, the once wee town (now a bustling city) awaits me.

Every now and then I come across people who have no right to live. Even torture would be mild.

Its hard to fathom how such people work, its even harder to work with such stuck up people.

For me, my problem, I am just an inherently angry kinda guy. It doesn’t take much to push me off the edge, and lord save you (and me) when I do get pushed off that proverbial edge.

And right now someone here did just that. Its war, its open and it aint gonna be fair. Its gonna be loud and painful its gonna be spiced with hate and animosity, its gonna be something ill relish.

I want to see pain I want to see tears I wont rest till I have crushed that person and anyone else who comes in my way.

The new perfect Let Off

The perfect solution to randomness and boring work is the new set of wheels parked outside. A shiny black Yamaha R 15, blinding fast and definite eye candy.

It’s the perfect way out, every three hours or so of having spent my hours reading and typing away I take the mean machine for a wee spin, revving the engine to nine thousand rpm and blazing the roads at near neck breaking speed, I cant ask for more. It’s the perfect let off.

Long live the Dada

It was a moment that left me a wee speechless, home after a decently long day at work, the news channels had something of a shock in store for me . Saurav Ganguly the Prince of Kolkatta, the former captain of the Indian cricket team and the undisputed king of the offside had announced his retirement.

Even though Tendulkar takes precedence over every other cricketer in the world for me, Ganguly’s decision to retire left me teary eyed.

I do remember when he made is debut in Jan 1992, I was a wee kid, it was a cold morning and I was up against the tele watching and wondering who this idiot was who couldn’t face up the Windies. Back then I was glad he was dropped for the upcoming 1992 world cup and replaced by Vinod Kambli.

The following years were spent coming across his name in the newspapers every now and then ( whenever he scored a century for his local team Bengal ) but it was in the summer of 1996 that I was shocked to read that he was selected to play for India against the English in their very own backyards.

June 1996, and Navjot Singh Sidhu the mad surd of the Indian team had a fight with Azhar the then captain of the Indian team and returned home after the first test which gave Ganguly a chance to play and what followed was brilliance in the making.
Runs flowed like a raging river, Ganguly was suddenly the golden boy of Indian cricket, destroying the Pakis in 1997, killing the Lankans in 1999 at Taunton.

Which I reckon was his best ever one day innings of 183, I was in Hyderabad that day attending the Spic Macay convention and I missed watching that match live but what I heard left me awestruck of his skill. 11 huge sixes all of them landing in the river outside the stadium., sheer brilliance!!!

But then again no one is perfect and every professional has had his bad day, and so did Ganguly, his fights with that bastard Chappell ( I hope he gets hit by a Ganguly shot sitting on the sidelines and dies), his sitting out of the Nagpur test in 2004 and the list is long.

But all I can hope for is that Dada goes out on a winning note after scoring lots of runs in the forthcoming 4 test series against the Aussies and may he be always remembered as the man that did what no one else could to Indian cricket, MAKE them STAND UP AND FIGHT !!!!

What do you do when you have really fat neighbours who suddenly come to life in the middle of night walking heavily on the floor above you? Its nerve shattering especially when your dog starts growing crazy barking all while staring at the ceiling.

Three nights of constant banging upstairs I took matters into my own hands. Out came my laptop connected the same to my extremely loud and uber cool Harman Kardon speakers and played master of puppets on repeat. Loud enough for them to call me and beg to turn down the music.

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind is what Desmond Tutu and Gandhi said, yea fuck you both I don’t believe in that shyte!!!!

Started my day with my daily dose of nicotine and caffeine and surprise surprise twenty minutes spent on the treadmill, after God only knows how long.

It felt good, some really loud earth shattering music ( Metallica ) enough for my extremely plebeian neighbours to cringe and the treadmill followed by some light weight training.

Yea… It was awesome!!!

Its just one of those days today, where everything seems slow. It’s the calm after the storm, the endless madness pretty much ended yesterday. I met my current deadlines and it feels great.

Today is just another day but a day where I can breathe, and feel free. A day I have spent just taking stock of whats been done and what lies ahead.

A day spent listening to U2 , viewing some old pictures and getting all nostalgic.

Famous Quotes from a Conference

Authors note
So here I am in Chandigarh, a sleepy capital of Punjab. Attending a conference, which neither my boss nor me had any inkling to be a part off. There was hectic reading and last minute drafting. But none the less we are here. I was supposed to be home this weekend after meeting my deadlines, but as luck would have it I was forced to board this flight

Produced below are some of the statements that made sense or atleast made me jump out of my perpetual sleepy sojourn at every conference I attend

Sanjoy Hazirka-
“ the role of the police is to protect the “raj” and the people are just incidental to further the cause of the raj”
“I am not a rights activist, I am just an overtly cynical journalist”
“Laws are created to essentially deal with the problems not to create a million more”’

Indira Jaising
“We have to live not only with the laws, but even the contradictions of those laws”

Bishnu
“There is a lot of difference between a liar and a bullshitter!!! And the liar is anyday better than a bullshitter”

One of the panelists

“There is a lot of ‘elaasticitee’ in the case”
Bhagat
“Lets move towards the normative and there is normativity in everything”

Babloo
“The media in Manipur lives under the gun”

“India cant look at 40 million people as a buffer zone with China”

Conference no more

Stuck at this conference far from the comforts of my home, I am already sick and have a borderline migraine. All this legal discourse on immunity and impunity is a wee much for me.

There is only so much one can talk or hear about an issue. And trust me when I say this the last week and a bit more has been spent researching and writing a paper for this conference and add to that the last 12 hours which have been spent hearing the same bull I have been reading about.

I wish it would end here but I have the whole of tomorrow as well which will be spent hearing some more narratives et al.

No smoking? What Shyte!!!

Thanks to the new “ No smoking in Public Places Rules” gone are the days when I could chill at work with a smoke. I dug my own grave, it was after all my very own office that dealt with the case and I was one of the briefing counsels who argued in favor of no smoking in public places.

Its really shyte. I WANT TO SMOKE AGAIN AT WORK. I WANT MY FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS RESTORED