30^th August 2010.

It has been exactly 45 days, when I entered the Law arena.. To be precise when I came into the breezes of Law school.

Though it is not my dream school, but now I realize it is no less than any other.

For sure this one and a half month has not given me the true ‘taste’ of a “burdened, pressurized Law grad” but I’d be lying if  don’t confess that our faculties have not tried their best to do so.

Breaking these 45 days into Experiences, I’d say there were:

a)    Good experiences, and

b)    Not so good experiences.

A) Good Experiences:

·       First of all the joy of finally landing to the platform where you always wished to be.

·       Second: The Crowd

Doesn’t it feel good of being surrounded with people, where majority of them are “your type” thinkers? i.e. those who almost think in the same lines as yours.

·       Third: The joyousness of feeling “Grownups”

I have never slogged up till three in the morning for the sake of   completing some assignment. Incredible of me..

I guess “True Maturity” is breaking through.

·       Fourth: Again “The Crowd”- But this time it’s the awesome, blossom feminine crowd.

If not all, but most of them are like WOW..

Very few of them would not catch your attention, and the ones who do “God Save You” are the words.

(Ps: No Exaggeration.)

B) Not So good Experiences

·       Though the college by any means is not less than my Dream College, but it ultimately is Not My Dream One.

It is not the one which, on every other moment of my CLAT preparing days, lingered over my head and I being lost in its fantasies..

Somewhere deep down it Hurts..

And, it Hurts Hard.

·       You are Alone.

In this huge campus of 110 acre, and among 240 unknown faces your condition is as similar to that of Alice In the wonderland.

Formal HI’s, Hellos and smiles to every next person drives you nuts..

·       Beginning of the “Big Boys Games”

It is Heart throbbing to hear that- Cigarettes, Drinks, Pills, Weeds and other similar toxics will be accompanying you along the journey.

(I have personal friends experiencing this, though would not apply to everybody.)

Overall the experience in these 45 days brings me to a conclusion that-

We have two choices:

a)    The campus will give us with 100 opportunities to “Make Our self” and

b)    110 to “Break Our Selves”.

Hence Grand Mama’s Golden words still shine: “The Choice Is Yours”