Law can be fun too! ;)

Today, I had my first mock trial of a moot court. It was amazing. I and my three other team members had a real gala time performing our fictitious roles. Oh! I should first tell you about this activity which every law school has. Moot court is just a dummy court where we are given fictitious cases and we have to fight them like 'real' lawyers do. One team being the plaintiff and other being the defendant. No, I won't go into the details of the same as it would become really boring for you guys.

So in the today's case, I was the counsel of defendant. The case was not that tough and what added to the whole thing was the hilarious act done by all of us. The bench for today actually laughed their ass out. My client was an old lady fighting with her daughter over some property issues and the role was played by my very dear Divyank and so it was bound to be a rib-tickling show. From the first line to the last, this dude was absolutely in character. Haha..by god..it was a total FUN :D

And yeah, I did well too....*I think* :)

Anyway, this is it for today. I feel relieved that one week long hard work paid-off. And Frodo is going nuts. I don't know why. I think I should better go and calm him down.

Take care folks!



.....hey...Frodo....wait...NO... and *he took my shoe* :P

Look through my eyes!

"I can see a big screen up there. And this whole place is covered with see-through walls but of a different kind. Like, ummm, transparent for us as we are inside and not for those who are outside. Something like we can see them but they can't see us. Or better, even we cannot see them because that would be a distraction, I think. So cut the transparent thing. Yeah! Also, it has a mild shock system so that nobody gets through it."

"And on that big screen, a very calm movie is being played along with a restful music in the background. And it has got a starry ceiling with some clouds all over."

"Hmm...that adds to the ambiance. And there are low-rise couches placed on the floor, across the screen. Nice and soft leather couches with stuffed cushions and on the corners there are small antique lamps and some scented candles. And the lights are dimmed."

"Oh it's looking good. We can surely have a good sleep here."

"Yeah, definitely. But one more thing. Here in this little space, one minute is equivalent to one hour. Like some kind of a parallel universe. So if we spend one hour here we would just miss a minute and thus it would save our time."

"Aah...that's pretty cool. Huh!"


"I know.", and we both smiled.


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Well, I had this conversation, today with one of my 'very dear' college mates while sitting at Rajiv Chowk metro station. It is 'The most crowded' metro station of Delhi and because we had to wait for another friend and had nothing to do, we both started churning our imaginary cells and came up with this. Weird right? :P :D

P.S : And I don't know why I've put this photo. I just liked it. It's quite different actually. :)

P.P.S : And about my little, cute, adorable labrador, Lupus is the name I have decided (thanks to the same dear person). And he is truly a darling!

Now this is 'something'..!!! :)

Yesterday, when I woke up in the morning, my mom called me and gave me a very very very good news. It was related to my brother's upcoming birthday. She told me that his birthday gift has been decided and that we would get it in a few days.

"But what's the gift?", I thought.

My inquisition level reached its top and in my mind, I immediately began thinking about different possibilities. About all the usual birthday surprises which are given with slight variations every time. But now I know that all those possibilities stand in complete vain because the gift is definitely not the usual one.

It's a 40-days old Labrador Retriever. And the best part, we just brought him home yesterday.

Yayyyyy..I am super-super happy!!! :) :)

My brother would be coming here on 30th of this month. So he would be getting his gift on the very same day. I am sure he would love the gift as it was his childhood dream to have a Labrador as pet. God, I can't wait to see his priceless reaction. :)

For you all, here are a few snaps of the new being of our home. 

And we are yet to decide a good name. Friends, help me out with this name thing. I am really confused.

Suggestions are highly welcomed!!

Looking beyond the Four Walls.

With college mates, I'd never thought that my life could turn out to be one full of surprises. A life in which every day comes with a packet full of goodies and a little tinge of adventure. Few months back, I had never thought that college could be so much fun. And such a pessimist belief was bound to enter my mind after having a boring start and it was totally attributed to my so-called 'professional course'. I remember feeling completely out of place amidst the college crowd in the initial days. But, it's not the same anymore. Thankfully! I have settled now. I have found some very good buddies...with whom I feel safe and warm. With whom I don't hesitate to bring out my 'crazy' self (not that I feel shy in front of others....but it's just a way of saying, you know! :P ). Anyway...I should not deviate.

As I have already mentioned in one of the earlier posts how I wish to enjoy my life, I have instilled a slight change. I'll tell you how. Earlier, my schedule was - getting up early, getting in the car, boarding the metro, going to college, and directly heading back home. But now...I get up early...in the car...metro journey...college...and EXPLORE different places and then head back home. And today was no exception!

In the morning, I had my History test and believe me friends; Legal History is so not interesting. But somehow the paper went well. :) It was 11 in the morning; we were already through with our test and had the whole day in hand to spend judiciously (And hey, I realize that this professional thing is getting in me now :D ). So Yashi, Divyank, Anuj and I decided to go to Connought Place. More often than not, we all four are contemplative. It’s not possible for any of us to decide something beforehand. We don’t sit down and think of our plan of action. We just do it when it clicks us. Like today, we had no idea why we kept sitting outside the Central Park for like an hour or so. Please mind that the Central Park was closed. And after spending some really good time outside the closed gates, we all thought of visiting the ‘Ugrasen ki Baoli’. Why? Because we are The Vellas, always free and willing to experience something new...something novel and Ugrasen ki Baoli is a very calm place to visit, especially when you come from a super-duper dusty and noisy area. We unwound ourselves and spent much of our time there sitting and chatting and laughing and enjoying each others’ company. Just when our exploratory mind became restless again, Yashi told us about some ‘haunted building’ nearby. Having nothing else to do, we all immediately stood up in full enthusiasm and headed towards it.

                                             (Ugrasen ki Baoli...nice na?)

                      (Now this was truly mesmerizing...I'm glad I captured it.)

 The ‘haunted building’ was nothing but a 14-storeyed, under-construction building. Its construction has been seized due to some legal dispute over the same. Sounds very ordinary...isn't it?

But things become a little spooky when you read ‘COME UP’ scribbled in bold on the wall of the 14^th floor and that too in an inexplicable manner. Like an open challenge. And it became spookier when we four went inside the building and sensed something really negative in that place. Yashi and Divyank even had a strong repellent feeling. Of course, none of us dared to go to the top floor (marna nahi tha :P ) and I'm sure that it was just our mind, playing games but the whole tempo gave us chills down the spine.

                       (There it is...scribbled on the wall...COME UP!!)

                  (This is Divyank, Yashi and Anuj...entering the 'haunted building')

Next stop? It was the Cha Bar at the Statesman House...just across the road. I'm seriously in love with this place. It has been also glued to my list of the most favourite places in Delhi. Tranquil. Positive. Coffee shop. Books. This is how I describe it.

Well, the day has ended. I have come back home. I’m pretty exhausted now. Hungry too! I should better eat something and take some rest. Oh God, I have to study Economics. Urggghhh...!!! Law is tough. Nothing is easy, actually. Anyway...I’ve already wasted a lot of time or I think I should use the word ‘lived’ for describing this day as it was beautiful. :)

And like always, I hope to spend my coming days in a similar fashion and enjoy the enthralling randomness with my amazing trio. :)

Signing off!
Vinati

A Beautiful Father-daughter Poem!!

P.S : Few days back, I came across the following poem and was seriously touched to the core. So I thought to share it here, on my blog. Kudos to the one who wrote it! :)

Her hair was up in a ponytail

Her favorite dress tied with a bow

Today was Daddy's Day at school

And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

That she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees,

A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,

For everyone to meet

Children squirming impatiently,

Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,

Each student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

For a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

She heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one"

Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

She heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

Too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

As she smiled up at her mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

Came words incredibly unique.

"My daddy couldn't be here,

Because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

He taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him,

I'm not standing here alone.

Cause my daddy's always with me

Even though we are apart.

I know because he told me,

He'll forever be in my heart."

With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

Beneath her favourite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

Staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

But its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

He's my shining star.

And if he could he'd be here,

But heaven's just too far.

You see he was a fireman

And died just this past year.

When airplanes hit the towers

And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

It's like he never went away."

And then she closes her eyes,

And saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,

She witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they say before them,

Who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy."

To the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

For each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

By the love of her shining bright star.

And given the gift of believing,

That heaven is never too far.

And She Lived..

She saw the curtains in her room sway. Those pale blue pieces of cloth with white beautiful flowers adorned by the small window in her room, rocked slowly. It was dark and silent. She was trying to sleep but just could not. Her mind was pre-occupied with the anxiety because of all the complications which might occur during the course of her surgery (as the doctor had said).

She was uneasy. And what diverted her attention from this fretfulness was a big thunder sound. She looked at her window and saw lightening flash every few seconds. But being pretty tired, she turned her back and continued struggling with her thoughts. Seconds later, the thunderous roar was there again...like it was calling her name, asking her to put her feet forward, keep her worries aside and just live by the moment. And that moment was there, rather HER moment was there. As she always believed that only ONE right moment is required to make you feel that you can break the chain, break the bonds, look beyond the closed boundaries, chase the horizons of your mind and take a step ahead.

She removed her blanket, stood up, opened the door of her balcony and took a deep breath filled with the smell of wet earth. Oh...there was surely some kind of drowsiness in the way serene breeze ruffled through her hair! 

She smiled. She hummed, stretched her arms, shut her eyes and went a step forward.  All her qualms had taken the back seat. The weather veneered the cloud of negativities in her life. She forgot her sickness, her surgery, her minimal chances of survival and that she might have only a few more months. She was deeply lost in the aura. She could feel the lightness in the drops pouring on her palms. She danced to the music played by the trees, by the zephyr, by the dark ghostly and thunderous sound and by the whole amazingly fresh environment. She felt alive and peaceful cause at that particular moment... she LIVED.

Beauty Lies Within! :)

"Urgghhh...it's going to be a bad day", I thought to myself as I woke up today at around 12:30 in the morning (I mean 'afternoon'). Yeah I know I'm a late riser and my parents are always after my life because of the same. But what do I do cause I can't really help it. This is like my weakness. I so love to sleep and have made many records of waking up late. :P :D


Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that I had already presumed that it's not going to be a good day. And this feeling was accrued to my bad health and my friends going out without me. I was just recovering from my one week long Viral fever that yesterday, I ended up falling sick again. This time it's some kind of rashes all over my skin and I so so so damn hate them. Huh!! :/ :(
Kajal called up in the morning and asked me if I was in a position to go out with her and Bhumika. I badly wanted to go but this sickness spoiled everything and compelled me to say a "No".


So in a nutshell, I was frustrated. I had no idea what I would do sitting all alone on a Sunday. "Wait...did I say Sunday??? Oh my god, it's a Sunday...yay!!!" And soon I rejoiced over this thought and I'll tell you why.


Every Sunday brings me a piece of quintessential form of quietude. It brings me an insight of my city people and their lives. It brings me a taste of others’ tough situations and how they subdue it. All in all it brings me Soul Curry. The readers of The Times of India must have seen or read this column in the Times Life edition of Sunday Times.

So I was quite elated when I realized that today I would get to read my favorite column. And as I’d thought, the story of Padmini Rao (the writer of today’s edition) did help me in making my day better. How amazingly she described the meaning of beauty. That it’s not just colorful flowers, waterfalls, and lush forests etc. It is something more than that. Something, which lies in a child’s innocence or in chirping of birds. Her portrayal of a small potted plant as a symbol of dauntlessness, resilience and hope amidst the callous surroundings made me think that one is the pilot of one’s own life.

One can always make his own life better. It is not necessary to have positivity all around. What is important is how one, with a sanguine soul, makes the surroundings worth-living. Beauty, not only lies in a pretty landscape or in the magnificence of nature. It also lies in the marvels of a little ant making its way through all the impediments to carry food and in the effort made by Salmon fish to travel back to the fresh water (which is very harmful for its skin and ultimately results in its death) to lay eggs. Beauty cannot be derived from our environment. Our environment is beautiful only when we feel beautiful from within.

And like Rao wrote in her article that beauty, ugliness, heaven and hell are all our creations!!

When We Do It Our Way..

Each morning when I board a metro for my college, I see so many activities going on and on, in every nook and cranny of the city. My twenty minutes ride to the nearest metro station shows me hundreds of people, both male and female walking in a particular direction and going to their work places. All of them, like a herd of sheep, walking with the same expression but not the same thoughts. Every time I see them I wonder how there life would be like. What all things would be going on in their minds as they make their way through the traffic. Same time, same road, same noise of horns and pollution all around, same tempo...everything seems so same and mundane in their life. And then comes my metro ride. The thought conquers my mind again as I enter the metro. There is no difference. The hustle-bustle of a metropolitan city is so prominent here. But then while thinking about others’ life and aspirations, my thoughts take a halt and come back to my own life and aspirations. It seriously gives me chills when I realise that "God, I am too a part of a mechanized world". And this is true. I do nothing different. My day begins with me going to college, attending boring lectures, having lunch, waiting for my friends, coming back home, exhaustion taking over, trying to take some rest and going to sleep. This is what I do every single day. Everything is so dull and grey as all the things fall within my comfort level. But hey, I was not put on this earth to lead a humdrum life like this. There are so many things to do, so many things to experience but I am not experiencing anything new. I am WASTING my life and this is just not done.

I so want to break the conventional norms and do something beyond my comfort zone. Something like breaking my schedule, visiting unexpected places, doing out of the ordinary things, bringing back home some amazing memories and making my life worth living.

Yesterday was one such day. I did something different. I visited a place which, after so long, gave me a taste of peace and contentment. I visited Hauz Khas Village with my ladies.

It was a breath-taking place. There was no crowd and no rush in the air. A place that I had longed to visit for like so many months. From our first step there to our last step, we all were like, “why didn’t we come here before? And how did we miss something like this?” It was so unlike the whole of Delhi. We could see few people relaxing, few enjoying with their friend circle, few taking a stroll by the lake and few exploring the fort. The positive ambience of that place made all of us feel so damn good from within. We felt like we got our dose of gratification.

Though we did not have much time to visit whole of the place cause it was really big and we had to leave early, we managed to make it a memorable day. And it became all the more special cause it was International Women's Day and I was with the best girls in my life..!! :)

Here are some snaps of the same :

This is Bhumika, Kajal and Shivangi in the photo.

This is the lake I mentioned above...it was green yet so serene (aah rhyme! :D )

Kajal, Shivangi and me

Okay I know we are looking insane but we were actually admiring ducks.. :)

Hauz Khas Fort.

And I really really really wish that I get to visit many such places where I feel alive from within. But next time I want Nikita (my another special girl) to be with us and I hope she's reading this. :)

Our only wish..!!

Come, let's reach out the horizon

Let's unfurl the curtains of a new life

Let's color the big blue canvas

Cause baby it's more than a veiled desire

It's deeper than the engraved thoughts

It's real and it's beautiful

It's not about you and not about me

But about the dreams we've shared

About the paths we've made

And our only wish.

Surprise Surprise!!

Pale and cold morning

A droning day awaited

Milk and newspaper

Friends, phone calls

Laptop, facebook, blog

'Chasing cars' by Snow Patrol

Played it twice :)

Books, notes, History...urgghhh :(

Bored. Sleepy.

Time slowed down

Tic toc tic toc...tic...toc...ti...zzzzz...

Door bell rang

Courier received

A gift wrapped in Blue!

Eyes widened

Addressed to me

*smiles* *smiles*

Tore, scratched and opened

Found a white tee with a note:

"Happy new year, awara ladki"

Sent by my dearest brother

Yay...jumped in elation

Called up Ma, friends and of course my brother

Shared the ecstacy

Mood upgraded - super duper happy :D

Happy!

Happy!

The day ended.

And I'm still happy...yay! =)