This title is a voguish dialogue of my teacher Prof. (Dr.) Faizan Mustafa. This page stands with the same to divulge every break...here break dictates and i write not a Constitution but an emotional post...
Ya! It’s now 4.29 am, a winter morning and am now am blogging. U can recall Nehru saying “…when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.”But today morning the country is going 2 celebrate REPUBLIC DAY. So, am not awake for… but simply, my dream did not tolerate me sleeping.
Usually I dream sth. romantic and fancy, though am not. Leikin sapne meincontrol nahin hota…right. THE DREAM, which made me awake, was somewhat poles apart. U know! It was a documentary style. I woke up… my blood pressure would be, let’s say 200/180.
Horrible man! God promise, it’s true. I am not in dictate of emotion now. Yesterday night, I was telling my brother what Republic is all about. a political system in which the supreme power lies in a body of citizens who can elect people to represent them and so on. When the President was addressing the nation, I was addressing my younger brother and my cousin on the eve of Republic Day. I was making them understand republic means, republic means and republic means… I also mentioned, to show up, “u go 2 our law school and ask, hardly any 1 can make u understand. But I can... u see… . He immediately responded Bhaiya! Dr. Afroz Alam can. I responded, “look, don’t try to be over smart… Dr. is no more in KIIT. The whole exercise was that I was trying to make him appreciate that “it is rule of law”, different from rule of monarch and majority.
Ya! My dream. It goes like this… I was going 2 a court of law… I was in internship or not, I have to ask. But I was going,,, a formal dress as always. Oh! Thanks God! That Ayan was not there. De Sarkar! Non sense…
A court room, when I entered, I saw a criminal and a police: Jaam ke khao, kuch kar dekhao. I was frightened off. Some mishap may break out. After some minutes, I saw a police officer just broke one hand of that man… an awful vista. Blood and blood like river Daya, swamped that cement stair case. After that also the man struggled to head for the hills… That butcher type police now bring out a stiletto like thing and cut two legs and other hand. Oh my God!!!!!!! I am sure it must be a fierce world. The police was saying and I have clearly remembered the police while butchering was over and over again saying LAW IS LAW, NO ONE is Superior 2 LAW. I don’t know what kind of law, he was talking about.
Today, when my brother will awake, I will tell him the man would have been treated according 2 the sweet will of a dictator, if it had been a monarchy; of a few, in oligarchy; of majority, in democracy- which my friend YK don’t want----“NO DEMOCRACY” and of law, in rePUBLIC. I may be 180 degree wrong but I understand it like this.
Law ka kuch asar padhraha hai… beta sapne main bhi law ka documentary dekhta hai. By the way I have 2 go for flag hosting. Bye. Wish every 1 Happy Republic Day. Let this legislature not put down it out and let the court protects it saying Basic Structure…
Vinod Chopra’s 3 idiots is the highest grossing Bollywood movie till date. 250 cr. Oh! my God… The level of discussion outside cinema hall makes u feel like committing sin, if you have not watched it. The blogs of this country are discussing, arguing, and criticizing this movie from 3 i to s: starting from Yes! Our education system has to change 180 degree to the IPR violation. It’s fine that they've given me credit in the rolling credits, but how can they not give me credit for the story? and going on controversies.
Fortunately or unfortunately, day before yesterday my evening was spend with 3 idiots. I could able to understand our educational system more clearly, when I don’t get time to write something in this blog, after watching the movie. Kirloska v Kirloskar and Dhariwal Industries Ltd. and Anr. Vs. M.S.S. Food Products were the MUST READ for 7th and 8th Jan respectively and you are my specialization students means U hav 2 read the original judgment in Nicaragua v. USA (277 pages). Please no offence yaar..But we can’t help it… our BCI’s system is such like engineering in that movie. You have to read those judgments, even if you like or not.
By the way, I didn’t intend to write these things,,,, but you know, you have to start saying something. In this movie I could not able to understand who were the idiots? The director said Farhan Qureshi, Raju Rastogi, and Rancchoddas "Rancho" Shyamaldas Chanchad are 3 idiots. But I feel sth. antithetic.
Professor Viru Sahastrabudhhe (ViruS), the man responsible for Joy’s suicide. Joy had requested an extension on his major project on compassionate grounds but ViruS refused. A teacher, who is inhuman with a brutish heart… A teacher, who essayed a number of time to put down the friendship, warning them and their parents to steer clear of Rancho…A teacher, who never boost the students to do sth. that is not obvious. I cogitate he is one of the idiot in this movie.
Secondly, the model student of ViruS’ Chatur Ramalingam or "Silencer", like we have one in our law school (Again no offence please). The boy with no creativity but one target high rank, higher social status, corporate power and wealth. That’s all. I have to get it by heart; no matter Chamatkar or Balat… Idiot! The idiot student of a idiot teacher.
Suhas, the materialist man. No connection with other things of the world. He should be a tradesman. Always this was Rs?/- and that is Rs@/-. There are many Suhas like idiots in every society, to whom only and only money matters. Actually if I would have produced this film, my 3 idiots would have been these three…
2010 January 1, the first day of a fresh decade, if we go by English calendar. In 1990, I was ignorant about the universe. In 2 and triple zero, I hardly know anything to welcome a decade with a novel plan, Veeshma’s pratigyna (promise) and commitment, fragile only after the accomplishment. But this time, I am aware about happenings of this world. I have many words to promise, many things to aspire and many novelties to achieve.
There are many things, ahead to start with but those are much personal to share with. Let’s talk about something common. I have not achieved the wisdom of Vivekananda or Ramkrishna to think and talk about the universe in this age but let’s confine ourselves to India that is Bharat only (I will not say like the statutes of this country, excluding J& K because it don’t see any logic to exclude it when this part of the territory, is with us for more than 6 decades).
It is superb to initiate aman ki asha (by TOI and Pakistan’s Jang Group). But it is heart rendering to see India, among the world's 25 most populous countries, which have the most restrictions on religion and India is next only to Iraq when it comes to social hostility and religious discrimination perpetrated by individuals and groups, according to the Pew Forum's study. How false these studies may be, but there may be some truth in it. We may dispute about the rankings but we are not out of the blame list.
We are not what we think of ourselves but we are what, others very often flirt with us. I agree India’s free and pluralistic society has always been seen differently by different person and badly by jealous one and I am ready to defend it. But our standard which is before us: the Constitution proves us far from it and I can’t say now how near we are...
A country yet to be constituted. Yah! I mean to reconstitute and not necessarily differently…. Not in the way the fundamentalist want but in the line of the Constitution, which our forefather has given us. I have not elected them to the Constituent assembly, its true and no doubt about it but still I aspire for that India, which those visionary had envisioned.
Yes the time has come to constitute that India where JUSTICE, LIBERTY, EQUALITY and FRATERNITY will be ensured. The country which will not discriminate. The country which will not divide. The country which will protect and guarantee security from external aggression and internal disturbances.
Let’s aspire for a country, in the first day of this decade, where even Varun Gandhi will not be punished for speaking non-sense. The country where it will hardly matter if I say something and that is politically erroneous. I believe in Tilak’s words ‘liberty of speech give birth to a nation and nourish it’. The country where Bal Thackeray will not advice “Confine yourself to cricket”….Liberty of speech, as Gandhiji will tell you, is unassailed even when the speech hurts.
Let my country people not be ruled in an authoritarian and despotic manner. Let all have the right to say what we feel. Why a political leader be suspended to have a difference of opinion on the past records of the history? We must not forget the “democratic” word, which we had given to ourselves is not merely a political democracy but something above than that i.e. a democratic way of life and here Raj Thackeray has the same right as I have.
Let the freedoms of all kind starting from Article 14 to 21, 22 and so on; every freedoms be ensured. Let the citizen of this country promise to ensure this. Yes! We believe in duty not right but we have to remember the wordings of Lord Krishna (the authority), in Mahabharata: YOUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PROTECT YOUR RIGHTS.
If whole world agree to accept a new religion,what must be its contents and preachings?
Do you have ever thought of it. Ya ah some Mr. Arun Kumar asked this question and I sat for sometime open mouthed. Now the possible draft is before you (Reader's Parliament) for pass. Addition, Variation, Deletion and other "tion" could be posted in Add Comments (just below it).
I wish it be...everyone belongs to one new religion..
No bloodshed,
No intolerance,
No religion is in danger!!!
No fight for existence,
No foreign money for conversion
Well the blue print for that religion would be
"Courage" from Islam
+"Love" from Christianity
+"Sacrifice" from Buddhism
+"Kindness" from Jainism
+the entire WAY OF LIFE minus (-) some superstition
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THE NEW RELIGION (God can't also make better religion than this!!)s
After the 4th sem exam, I decided to be a home bird for couple of days. My plan was to do nothing, except reading the books like, the Bible, the Wings of Fire and the famous book, the Da Vinci Code of Dan Brown. Apart from this, the other distinguished job was to watch the sunset and go on thinking like a poet. But as always I could not able to stick to my plans. I had promised Ashis, to do internship together. My wretched job and his ungratified mind…There is a trade up. I have to keep company.
The Bhubaneswar court is in face of BJB Jr. College, where I have done my +2. But this is the 1st time I am entering the court building. Even in those college days, I have never made bold to enter into it. The very 1st day, I met two of our class mates there. They were dying hard for their lawyer Mr. Nirmal. But we two, Ashis and I were bindaas, as if we are way in to a mall or hall. For the first two hours we looked for the lawyers and judges in the court room. But none were found.
At nearly 12:30 the judges came in. Hey! Ashis look the court has started here. Come… Our lawyer, I mean, under whom we were doing our intern, is Mr. M. M. Basu, the Senior Advocate of the High Court and the former President of the BBSR bar association. He had his case that day in the Fast track court. Both of us entered in. Where to sit? Oh! We forgot to bring chairs, I added. We fend at the back. After nearly 30 minutes or so, there was a break. It’s again the time to disco. The judge stood up and we two come out instantly.
Ashis- Just half an hour?
Me- Judges have also “life”, yaar!!!
Again the court started at 2: 30. Our lawyer rose and initiated articulating in 200km/ hr. speed. He was arguing or shouting at that poor judge, I don’t know. But what I believe he was arguing… the judge asked him to decelerate. Mr. Basu! (showing his hands like giving a break in Ecosse Heretic Titanium) Break, slow... He immediately said, “If the court has no break, how come I will give…” Every one inside the court laughed, but I could not able to get the joke. I asked Ashis, was there something to laugh? He instantly said "yes" and I broke in laughing. Whatever it may be the arguments were over within 15 minutes or so. We come out with our lawyer like coming forth after shooting down the Great Alexander or Hitler. Our lawyer is very mixing. He makes fun very often. I call him “jaje” (grandfather). But after interacting with him, one will have to agree he is a true lawyer and no doubt a learned man.
The second day also we, saw the same, the judges come half an hour before the break and gets bored before 3:00 pm. What a life!! I asked myself, why the Professor in our school, don’t get tired? For the five to six days, we saw nothing, new. The lawyers and the judges tittle-tattle themselves and we were the bakaras (fooled). We could not able to listen anything. One of the witnesses in a civil court said, “I don’t know” to every question, as if his wife has foreboded to commit suicide if… Vigilance court, CBI court, Munsip court all are the same.Horrible! It was a different world altogether.
One day I reached a little earlier and experience the inauguration of a new court inside that building. When Ashis came nearly about 11 or so, I asked him to accompany me to that court. Mrs. Momita Das was manoeuvring the court and we sat (for the first time). Yah! I have remembered the judge of the First Track once asked Ashis to go outside as he was standing in front of him. But thanks to one of the lawyer, he said to the court that he is a student. I was very much angry with that judge but I later learned that the judge can also ask a person to go outside from the open court. The lawyer was arguing. I harked back our moot court practice. Thousands time better than this.
Oh! One day in the afternoon, we decided not to get bore furthermore and leave before 3: 00. When we are coming back, we saw some media persons with cameras. We come to know that the accused Raja Acharya, of Birancchi Das murder case will come. So, we made up ours mind to be present and went inside the court room, where the policemen with guns were standing. We wait for the lawyer and judge but only the lawyer of the accused came and asked the accused to put his signature with that blue ink and it was over. The lawyer said something to the media and it was the front page news on the very next day. I remembered Ashis was hiding from the cameras. He was worried, if he comes in front of the camera, his future might be doomed. However I listen everything from the lawyer and came back.
Yesterday night I telephoned Mr. Basu-
Hello, Mr. Basu speaking…
I am Satya, Namaste.
Yaah
We can’t go there (dist. court). No chair, no fan, no lawyers, no judges, no, no and only NO
I understand. But you have to go because you can learn how evidence is taken...
But we can’t hear anything. The judge and lawyers talks among themselves…
Will they ask you and start (laugh)?
Hello, hello but no hello reaches Mr. Basu.
Today, at nearly 1.00 pm we reached at Mr. Basu and told him that we can’t go (the same reasons and the same one liner from his side). Lastly, it was decided that we have to go to the court and come to his chamber every evening. No Sunday, no Saturday but every day. We discussed something on law and legal ethics and and… in that hot afternoon. 47 degree Celsius and smoke of cigarette...
We are coming back to home. By the way, Ashis asked me to call Pradeep Sir, for asking about our result. Yes results were out. Ashis asked me to sit at the back and I just obeyed him like a good boy. He started driving at 100 & 120. Oh my God. Naveen pattnaik has done blunder by widening this road. Perhaps for this broadening only, Ashis had given him a vote. But I was just dying in fear. I could able to know that day how much I love myself. Near SAI International School, Ashis greeted me a Best of Luck. I asked him to say it once more because I will not hear it after getting my results. But I didn’t thanked him nor greet him to show formality. I was waiting to congratulate him.
At last, Congratulation! My dear Ashis, you are the topper. 7.42 CGPA. Well done. Let me see my performance. I was searching a 7 in the right hand side, but my figure stopped at the last (Roll no. 33) - Soumita Adhikari-7.04. Oye! Ashiswa’ (most of our classmates call Ashis by this name), Where is mine? Then I searched my name. Aaaa Ha! Satya Ranjan Swain- Consti. “E” (chalo bach gaya) Penal law “A+” (am I insane? Or..) Jurisprudence “A” (yaar! Ali Sir bhi ghussa hne kya?) Family Law “A+” (marriage aapun karne ke baad marriage law mein understanding aayega..) Company law “A” (Mukil Sir! Oh my God) Money, Banking and Public Finance “E” (koi toh “O” de do..) Grand viva “E” (“O” ki supply govt. bandh kar di kya?) SGPA 6.08 and CGPA 6.81. I stopped. Is it true, I am no more, 7 pointer? I tried to be Pollyannaish and cheerful with Ashis but I couldn’t. I decided not to disclose my marks to my classmates. But ha group mail from advkartikeya@gmail.com reached every one. As I have said in joke once, I am really, laughing and dying within myself… burning from within, without fire… drowning within myself, without H2O…
Now who can rub this pdf. Print? Result always insults…
The students usually wish 24+ hours a day, during exams, not excluding myself. But during this exam, I desired that the time must go by as fast as possible, not because I had prepared my subjects well, but I was fascinated to put in writing something in this blog page. I was bothered to write about someone, whom I like and admire most… Who has given a fresh touch in my life inside the classroom. Whose teaching make me fascinated and whose perception made me to look at an episode with different vision. Whose… When the company law exam was there, I reached my college 45 minutes before the exam, so, that I can concentrate well. My network (mind) gets failed after driving bike in these sun-drenched days. But just after reaching, when I was keeping my bags on that rack, Pradeep Sir told me that ….. is leaving us. Ohhhhhhhhhh! I am sorry. But why? He is appointed as VC in NLUO. That day I could not able to sleep well at night. More than thousand times he had told us, “I will leave to AMU”. But never was I worried, because I knew that he will not leave for sure, because he loves us and this institution, like anything. But this time he is not saying anything as such. But I am worried. I am not worried, for my career, and my placement. Something is disturbing me from inside. I immediately became my own guardian and said to me, “If he leaves he will only go to a place which is just 30 kms from here. I can see him any day, I wish. I can talk to him just dialing 09437020231 or in gtalk.” But I failed to make me understand. Some emotional attachments were working there. It was not the attachment like in email, which can be removed just by clicking remove after attaching. The very next day when I saw that drawing sheet on the wall showing its face with “SIR PLEASE DON’T LEAVE US”, my joy forgets every limit. I took pen from Ashis immediately and put my name over there with font more than 48 and not in New Times Roman script. I was not able to talk to… (him) often, like my friends may be because I know neither English nor Hindi properly or I forget my words when I come face to face him. Perhaps… (he) didn’t know my name till date. But I adore him. I enjoy when he speaks. I dance from within, when he says with a loud voice “…my country” Today, after the last exam, I rushed to Shreerupa Ma’am, in the name of asking about internship. But nothing new!! What I have seen at http://www.orissalinks.com/archives/category/other-colleges/non-traditional-colleges/law is true. … is appointed. Ma’am told us, Sir has promised to come at dinner to talk to us. After that also my friends were waiting today’s evening. But I could not able to hold my patience more. I recalled the days with my Sir. I questioned myself; will I see a different face when I will look inside the director chamber from outside…?
“Is this birthday makes you feel older?” Ali Sir, whom I believe as “the” philosopher of our college, asked me with his soft, lazy and unclear voice, which I could not get, even after his reiterating for two to three times. I asked Shreerupa Ma’am, about the question. Ma’am told me in Oriya-Janma dina re tote lage ki tu Bada hoijaichu?. I instantaneously said “No”, even without thinking for an apt reply to his question. He then said, “Its okay, then I will take one (chocolate)”. Then I took my bag and left for home unlike every other day. I was driving slowly. People, who have seen my driving, might laugh, as if I drive very fast in other days. However, I was asking myself “have I really grown up?”, “Have I really seen 20 springs (answer to Kartik Sir’s question) in my life?” Really I have never thought of it. I looked at the mirror of the bike and asked myself again and again, the same. Am I really grown up? I was not prepared to accept the reality instantly because today also I believe myself that little child, what I was 10 to 12 yrs before. But my white hair on that mirror was simply unwilling to go with my emotions. Really inside this 6’ body, I am that tutul, what I was before. Today also, I look for my mother while taking food. Today also my mother keeps my books and copies inside my bag when I come to college. Today also my brother (younger to me) brings for me clothes and other things. Today also I sit at back, while going anywhere, as if I am younger to my brother. Today also I play with little kids as their friends of their age. Today also I keep on drawing when I am studying. Any one may deny, but I am still a child and I also want to remain one. Free from antagonism, far from envy, free from revulsion and liberated from all awful stuffs. My friends! childhood is incredibly pleasant. Make the birthday at least a day to go back to your childhood once again. If you feel this birthday, brings you closer to death, STOP celebrating it.
