This article was submitted to us by Swagat Baruah, a first-year at the Gujarat National Law University. A most immature adult and an ordained dudeist, the man thinks in scenes.
There are things you don’t want to get over, like your home and there are things that you can’t get over, like your home. Home, is what a religious man would call heaven, and a non-religious mentally unstable man because that’s what we are supposed to be right, would define as an area that you are entitled to, with people whom you love and not pretend that you do, toilets that are well placed and are flushed, the only thing the British couldn’t impose on us – hygiene, and above all, food that would not force you on bathroom odysseys and food that would make your face not look like a pretty Zombie, if I may use my writer’s prerogative of using cold oxymorons.
Now it is innate in every man that he finds solace in his home, among his people, in his time, and I quote Goethe here, “He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.” For, he is not a man who does not acknowledge his home, his family. Home is a feeling which even beneath the stains of time, won’t disappear.
I think college students ought to remember the “two rides”, the one that takes them away from home and the other that takes them away from college, I have time for the latter, not that I don’t contemplate about it now. The former is still clear in my head, waving goodbye to that place, that smile on my mother’s face which would greet me once I got back from school, my dad’s hand which would tend my feelings gently, my sister and the pillows which would never see another war, the streets which carried memories of the many walks, the sky that was mean, leaves that were green, people who were supposed to stay. It is all installed in my brain, and it serves the nucleus in me for I am what I am because of the home I grew up in.
Leaving home for college was like leaving an old me behind, all my feelings, all my thoughts now had to adjust to this new weird place called college. With home, I left my identity behind but I still could create one, in college, which I did, and which I strive to do every day. It is a feeling every student goes through and this is what every senior ought to understand, for I believe that their memories of their homes can’t be that faint.
There are things you believe in before entering a law school. You believe in equality, freedom and justice. Law students or your seniors believe otherwise, at least for the first few months. Once I was “into” the ragging scene which was not really a justified version of the word as my 5th year seniors tell me now, all I could think of was how perfectly I could fit in Aldous Huxley’s words into this, “That all men are equal is a proposition which at ordinary times no sane individual has ever given his assent.” I’m not saying that I hate ragging, I’m just saying that I have an intense dislike for it and the people who made me go through it. I’ve always been a pampered kid if my sister were to say, a juvenile as two of my very close people in college say, but I don’t bear within me a strong dislike for this obnoxious act of ragging because I’ve been a spoilt kid but because there are values which everyone ought to acknowledge, equality to start with.
Goddamn it! You’re in a law school for God’s sake, how do you not see yourself as a hypocrite there?
To make things worse, I had an intimidating face as my seniors put it now, which put them off in the first place. I can’t help that now can I? But as time went by, these very seniors went on to become my very good friends or in the parlance of our times, they have become my brothers, they constitute the brethren.
The first semester was a bummer. I was quite the anti-social, not that I have changed now, but people see me differently now, I pray, I hope. People in college still haven’t been able to put the image of me being a pothead out of their minds, though, for which my friend or in the parlance of our times, brother, Rahul “Iceman” Dave listed nine reasons why I’m a pothead which I won’t bore you with now.
The second semester was amazing, came across many people, pissed off a few, still confused about one, found myself tangled comfortably in various experiences the college had to give. It was in this semester that I felt I was finally actualising my true potential, of course keeping the cool things going on in the background. I bonded really well with a lot of people whom I’ll miss a terrible lot since they’ll be gone by May, people I don’t know if I should miss and obviously the people I won’t miss.
What law school does to you, apart from sucking out your life and giving you a few diseases, is that it frees your mind, frees the rigid you, churns you into a man of extreme reasoning power and intellect(doesn’t apply to all). If you’re in a law school, you ought to question everything and if you question everything you ought to be in law school. Just don’t take up the Communism lectures too seriously.
Taking up your college life seriously is important because believe it or not, like it or not, this will shape your future, this will make the future you. Being passionate about life is of the upmost importance, passion will take you places, a stable mind, unlike mine, will take you to the sky, now it’s up to you if you want to be in heaven after that, for the climate, maybe yes. I feel what one ought to do is let the positive vibes into your work and studies, interact with everyone and not engage in groupism because you will always learn more from a differently opinionated person than a similar one. Engaging in groupism is fatal for your college life, not saying that you should be God’s lonely man or read Sartre all the time or set Django Reinhardt as your alarm tone, or take long walks with yourself all night, but one ought to understand what the differences in people and their similarities. It’s a wonderful spectacle, it’s a wonderful thought, knowing that everyone is so “differently abled”. College is wonderful if done right. Make the right notes, listen to the right music, watch the right movies, go to the right restaurants, make the right friends, pay heed to the right teachers, smoke the right stuff and above all , don’t fall for the wrong woman.
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