Yes, I’m trying to be an IP Lawyer, and in my very first blog, I use the cliched Yashraj title. So much for copyright protection.

But that was my opinion, during the first month intros at law school, a few years ago. Lawyers are not supposed to be good at Maths, but I figured out that roughly 20% of the guys were handsome and 30% of the girls were passable; gender ratio being 1.5:1. Life is tough, ain’t it? Of course, in law schools, you are bound to be (un)Lucky - No time for love. Whether it is hormones surging or mutual interests merging (no, I’m not talking of equities) it all leads to partner searching and the whole brouhaha.

Essentially, at the end of the decree oops degree,you will find that there are irreconcilable differences and so on and so forth. But nevertheless, within the first 2 months, you find lovey-dovey pairs in class and it is doubly tough if you’ve fallen for one of the pair.

So, that was the beginning of how I started hating love stories, courtesy law school. I mean, was it not enough that one has to bear 8 hours of classes, surly professors and innumerable assignments but this additional torture as well? Law was pain enough and this pairing came as the icing on cake or pus on boil…whatever!

Now I know they were happily never after ( I didn’t interfere, Mulla ki kasam) but back then they seemed like a company (something about perpetual succession)

. So, if you do NOT want to suffer instances like: 1. Interviewers asking position (or-the lack of-it) in law school; 2. Chatur- like toppers looking down (I still can’t figure out, how they managed it, me being taller) upon you disdainfully;

THEN, do not FALL in love (your grades start falling soon after). Serenade M P Jain and sleep with Ramaiya by all means … rest will come through(or come apart). In the end, it doesn’t even matter… [Can Linkin Park sue me over this (ab)use of lyrics?] I ought to go back and check Nimmer on copyright.