Away with Anonymous!

For a law school that prides itself on its intensive and time consuming course, we sure have a lot of time in our hands. Really.
You only need go take a look at this.

Online communities are, after Japhet, the biggest curse on mankind. It's simply amazing how much time my classmates (and how many of them!) spend reading random profiles and looking at random(er) pictures.They're called photolurkers, actually. I suppose I must make my peace with it. I mean, if they actually have a name for those involving in this kind of mindless activity; it must be something eh? Heck, maybe, I'll even try it someday.

Yes, so, coming back to how incredibly idle and jobless folks here are; we come to the issue of the anonymous poster, scrapper, blogger yada yada. Like, when DK had begun that Orkut Community before we even got here (and has lived to regret it, since); there was SO much brouhaha over that anonymous who was bent upon sliming . So, anonymous (es) would orkut around posting deragatory and insinuating remarks about everyone in class. The socially active flipped out. Their social, moral(and sexual) sensibilities were offended. The issue was taken up. Discussed. Much debated about. Many, many orkut threads were dedicated to the sole purpose of establishing whether or not this menace must be allowed to continue. Allegations were made. And, refuted. Who was this anonymous?

Why was he (funnily, I always think anonymous is a he)(so do most others, who think I'm AGJ) doing this? Moderators resigned. People left orkut. Resignations were handed. Declarations were made, Tears were shed. The anonymous option was removed. I was outraged . Why? Because I loved posting about The Couple (I figured these entities don't require separate monikers as they are always seen together)(in places and position you wish you didn't see them at)(if you still haven't got it, you are a moron; but I'll tell you this, they do it in front of the teachers too) anonymously.

Then, they restarted it. The anti-anonymous and pro-anoymous brigades were at loggerheads. Then, alas, the community was boycotted. A new one was started. This time it was fancy shmancy. Funky mod and all. It was going to be a new era. The era of the un-anonymous. Again, anonymous was introduced, given up and re-introduced. I really don't know what the status quo is now. Somewhere along all that, I just got bored.

Like, folks, what's the big deal huh?

Oh, here, it's even worse. Not only did they have debates and discussions, they even appointed two new mods to handle this sensitive issue. How thoughtful, indeed! So, did they get interviewed for the post? What qualifications do you require to be able to handle that kind of consistent stress, apart from extreme boredom and lots of time?

See what I mean? They MUST have a lotta time on their hands, yea?

I, for one, think the whole issue is very simple. If someone wishes to remain anonymous, why don't you just friggin let them? I've been anonymous, I still am; and I will guard my right to be one all my life. I speak of on behalf of us anonymous(es). Don't worry so much about us. We are just bored. And, think about it. We are quite harmless, aren't we? And, what's more, anonymous(es) are more fun, anyway. If not for us, imagine all that time you'd have spent getting bored with Japhet. Anonymous is a godsend.

I would know. I don't know what else I would have done if it wasn't for the anonymous option anyway. How else would I have proclaimed my unrequited love for Satya Bhai (the ONLY classmate I shall give the privelege of being addressed by his own name in this blog)?. I mean, I SO totally LOVE him.

Love you, Satya bhai, I do!

Where am I going?

I LOVE weekends. When the hostel is deserted. I like all kinds of weekends, but I especially like the ones that come at the end of the week.

Weekend. Good food. Lotsa beer. Like, LOTS.
And I begin to imagine I'm in Wonderland.


`Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
`Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'

The similarities between Law School and Wonderland are so many, sometimes it's freaky!

And she asketh, What is History?

Why do they all begin the same way?

"Don't try to chat me up. I don't need sycophants."

Nobody does, unless you're Bal Thackeray or Rahul Gandhi. But, somehow, when she said that I felt like I smelt bitter grapes; a subtle reference to the ardent fan following that the LLH has, wouldn't you think? (where the Increasingly Irritating Iyengar tops, yet again)

On that note, yes, I think it is time Increasingly Irritating Iyengar is rechristened as Cogito Ergo Sum, in the interest of good consciences, fairness and all that yada yada. And to think of it, really, she is only as irritating as I am irritable.

And he asketh, What is Law?

On July 1st, 2006; when the LLH (with his hand on his chest) asked a class of uncertain boys and girls who all looked plain enough; but would later reveal themselves to be sex crazy fiends, incestuous innocents,dopes and drunks, and others with unwordly attributes, I told him that Law is that which has no alternative. It sounded smart then, really; especially when he smirked (I never figured why he never really liked me) and wrote TINA on the board but quite faded in comparison to what the Increasingly Irritating Iyengar had to say, from which, for the most part I remember thinking that law is that codified and exhaustive body of legislations, statutes, judicial decisions and conventions that seeks to establish an order in the society, regulate the working of the political and social organization and harmonise the common man's interaction with his counterparts and the civil bodies. That was more or less when I wrote her off. (Unless you count the time when she claimed Cogito Ergo Sum when a ragging senior asked her to introduce herself.)(WHO says that when they're gettin ragged?) I guess there are some of those in every class. Bhavin, as he claims, had one too as you can find out here.

To think of it now, I really ought to have taken to Auden.

Law like Love

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.


Law is the wisdom of the old,
The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
Law is the senses of the young.
Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
Expounding to an unpriestly people,
Law is the words in my priestly book,
Law is my pulpit and my steeple.


Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
Speaking clearly and most severely,
Law is as I’ve told you before,
Law is as you know I suppose,
Law is but let me explain it once more,
Law is The Law.


Yet law-abiding scholars write:
Law is neither wrong nor right,
Law is only crimes
Punished by places and by times,
Law is the clothes men wear
Anytime, anywhere,
Law is Good morning and Good night.


Others say, Law is our Fate;
Others say, Law is our State;
Others say, others say
Law is no more,Law has gone away.


And always the loud angry crowd,
Very angry and very loud,
Law is We,
And always the soft idiot softly Me.


If we, dear, know we know no more
Than they about the Law,
If I no more than you
Know what we should and should not do
Except that all agree
Gladly or miserably
That the Law is
And that all know this
If therefore thinking it aburd
To identify Law with some other word,
Unlike so many men
I cannot say Law is again,


No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyway:
Like love I say.


Like love we don’t know where or why,
Like love we can’t compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.

Wystan Hugh Auden