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Somewhere between dodging sleep and relying on a 1-hour masterclass for a 3-month-long course for job determining end terms, a thought kept buzzing in my mind:
“Who are we, really, beyond our opinions?”
They say, “We do not see things as they are. We see things as we are.”
Maybe that’s the real reason I’m starting this — not to preach, not to pretend, but to figure out what I actually think when I write.
I’m a third-year B.A. LL.B. student at the National Law School of India University — a place that inspires more dreams (and anarchy) than most care to admit.
Armed with a self-deprecating sense of humor, lust for jargons, and a slightly rebellious curiosity, questions have been buzzing like:
How and what do people around me think?
Why do we react the way we do to failure, social acceptance, success, good/bad grades — even horrible dates?
Mostly, I try to ignore them.
Sometimes, I dodge them like political stalwarts dodge questions about mysterious billionaires funding their campaigns on international fora.
This blog will be my mirror — a little cracked, a little funny — reflecting how the youth or people like me see the world and the heck load of situations it throws our way.
Truth bomb:
“Ships are safe at the harbor, but that is not what they are built for.”
I’ve never been the ‘functional’ editor of a magazine. Never led a club involving even vague writing.
Honestly, if there were a “Least Likely to Blog” Dundie Award, I would’ve humbly accepted it like Timothée Chalamet accepting his SAG Best Actor Award:
“I know I’m going for greatness.”
But life isn’t about polishing your ship at harbor — or feeding your dog in the drawing room without making him run like a dog.
It’s about crashing into a few metaphorical icebergs — and figuring out how to sail anyway.
Through this blog, I’m not just trying to write.
I’m trying to learn the messy, chaotic, unattractive science of writing.
Another layer to this onion:
Charlie Munger once said he and Warren Buffett built their empire by focusing on win-win relationships.
For five years, I’ve inhaled newspapers, podcasts, and law books like air.
For over 15 years, I’ve been breathing football matches (SIU!) and cricket innings (hello, Thalasexuals) like oxygen.
Then one day, it hit me:
“Bro, you’ve been absorbing the world for years. Isn’t it time you gave something back — maybe just your opinion?”
This blog is my slightly awkward way of doing that — one more voice tossed into the glorious chaos of the internet.
No matter how bad I write, it’ll still be unprecedented. Born with a congenital burden alleviation mechanism. 😄
And then there’s what Justice Sanjiv Khanna recently said — something that unfortunately stuck to my brain like Dhoni to CSK:
“Your mind is not a legal vessel alone.”
Boom.
Whether it’s law school or any other university, academic spaces often create invisible circles of exclusion.
Those inside feel like geniuses because they’re good at what the system rewards.
Those outside? They’re left wondering if they even belong.
Some students feel left out just because they don’t fit into the “social specs” that the institution unofficially runs on.
And law, as a field, still proudly surfs the pavement of rote learning — case laws, statutes, citations.
But the Chief Justice’s comment brings in a refreshing thought, doesn’t it?
One has to bring their whole self to the table.
Even AI can interpret provisions — but only you bring your lived experience, your emotional palette, your weirdness, your wholeness.
That’s why I write this blog — to remind juniors, seniors, friends:
Law is a part of life. Not a replacement for it.
There’s still room for books, music, debates, absurd late-night ideas, mistakes, and comebacks.
And then, the rawest truth:
For the first two years of law school, I did… absolutely nothing outside of classes.
No moots. No debates. No journals. Nothing.
I was basically Navjot Singh Sidhu planted in a commentary box — minus the Shayari brainrot.
And it left a void.
For the remaining three years, I’ve embarked on a stubborn journey to try everything I once didn’t — to fill that void.
Trying everything. Meeting minds sharper than mine. Learning fast. Failing faster.
Writing this blog is simply a continuation of that — a new adventure into the unknown.
At the end of the day, this blog is for:
Juniors, who might find a shortcut I missed.
Seniors, who might laugh at my theories but secretly nod.
Friends, who I’m feeding content to roast me for life — but maybe bookmark a post or two when no one’s looking.
And for myself.
To grow. To explore.
To sail, not just anchor. 🚢
Welcome aboard.
The jokes may sometimes sink. The grammar may occasionally wobble.
But the heart? It’s unsinkable.
Stick around — it’s going to be one hell of a ride.
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