just to remind us all...

hey friends..!! i've written this poem much to remind us all...about the few reasons we are here in NLIU..here it goes..

The stories of making of lawyers ,
The sagas of truth tellers in this world of mirage,
Where the false and injustice pile up,
And dampen my nation with their evil collage,
Being the lawyers in process, let’s not forget one thing that should be,
That we are here to change the system and give a ray of glee

Decades will come, centuries will go,
The closed doors of courtrooms will put up a good show
But the soft hearts covered in tough black attires,
Who will still have a feather of love beyond their satires!
My nation still calls for those few hearts,
Who will think par making money and rising charts!

Away from the worry of placements, away from the hunger of grades
Lets give one more chance to ourselves, to look at the sun beyond the shades
One fair rising sun we had decided to be a lawyer,
Let’s not let the wick go off and extinguish the fire,
My country, my nation, my people still stretch hands in hope,
some1 will come to support my paralysed nation, and wake it up from a dope


- AKSHATA NAMJOSHI

Entries for "Wavelength"..!!

Hey people,
This is a request to everybody who is reading this post, to please,please, please submit a write-up...Ok, not write-up as in write-up "write-up".. but it can be poetry, articles, jokes, cartoons, book or movie reviews, agony aunt columns or anything you are good at...
Requirements:
1) a pen and a paper.. (Uh-huh.. Hilarious!!)
2) no defamations... :P ( no taking names, unless it is for a good cause!!)
3) submissions to be made at the earliest, but definitely at your convenience.
4) It should be fun to read...( That it will be, I'm sure of!!)

So, you need not be a writer to give in your entries... You just have to be a little creative, innovative and imaginative, which we all are..Atleast we can give it a shot, right??
And all of us can spare just half an hour for a nice, cute, little "something" as our contribution to WAVELENGTH...
The entries can be emailed to litsocjc@gmail.com
Remember, we were ( Past tense, Shit..I correct: are here) to make a difference!!
And, to be really modest about stuff, we are really good...:P
So, All you people out thr.... BUCK UP!!.. ;)
\m/
- Kriti
Member
Literary society, JC

P.S.: Catching up on my diligency @ NLIU, sadly I have foregone all hopes of being diligent ever..*Sigh*
And guys, Please BLOG too!!! :)

The first week @ second trimester

The most eagerly awaited 8 day break had arrived, marking the end of an unforgettable first trimester @ NLIU… Also, bringing in lots of time to make new resolutions ( which had to go into the drain, I knew that even before making them.. :P ) .. like

1) Reducing tapra visits,{ which could not be followed due to cancellation of last lectures for three days, and the hunger grabbed us, which did not let us wait till our hostel mess timings, and we could not resist the tempting tapra visit and then Yash’s Birthday and resisting free food is seriously difficult},

2) Reducing facebooking{ “Oh! Mom, Can’t I even talk to Krithika and Surabhi, when they aren’t here?!”… Aur yahan aake,” Yaar Krithika, I have met this friend online after a long time, bass 5 minute aur!!”},

3) Regularly going through the course { “Oh! It’s the first week… Shreya, kaunsi movie dekhni hai?” and I haven’t even bought the Bare act as yet},

4) Less of skywalks{ “ Krithika, let’s go for a walk!” and the walking and talking extends for like 2 hours at a stretch},

5) No missing classes { Shreya loves idli sambhar more than Contracts… and I feel like catching up on sleep only before LRM}..

6) Blogging @ NLIU { I am blogging after the blog has almost completed the month},

7) Making exhaustive notes in class{ however, we are too exhausted from the last days back-to-back movie watching to even try to listen to the professor}…

8) Sleeping on time { Arrey, ab movies roz roz thodi naa dekhte hain, aur Anindita ka birthday bhi ab seedhe agle saal hi toh aayega naa?!}

9) Visiting library atleast once a week { “Library jaake padhai nahin hoti yaar…” }

10) Attending Saturday debating { “Yaar, is hafte ghar jaane ka mood hai, agli baar dekhti hoon”}

11) Reaching class on time { “ Just one more snooze will not harm”… Shit, Shreya, its 8:30..!” and when I reach the washroom to brush, Apeksha is giving final touches to her hair, thnx to Sam for keeping up our Cluster - waking up late- tradition!!.. and we also have an indepth knowledge of the same happening in the boys hostel, thnx to Parnil..!!}

I guess, many of us, as in the not-diligent ones{ And mind it, it is not innuendo} might have faced these…

The past trimester also bought silly yellow nail paint experiments, more spoilt papers, debars and repeats, back bench faltugiris and shining flashes, beautiful calligraphy on paper, writing our names all over the place,reading novel at the last seat, feeling bad about the Bhopal gas disaster and not listening at the same time, gossiping in class,70% attendance policy, and things which we didn’t want to be repeated in the second trimester. However, since history repeats itself, the second trimester is proving to be a replica to the first!!

Since, I could not follow my planned routine in the first week, I have {in vain} decided to try and follow them in the second week now…
The second week comes as a promise, a new dawn{ Shit, college again}, and I have promised to be a “bit” more diligent!!..

So, I’ll be back with a “bit” more diligency @NLIU or lack thereof… and will certainly let you guys know more about it… :D

I'm not hungry for comments, though you can post a few just to make me feel a bit nicer... :P

-Kriti

Mind-B(L)oggling

My first post on this blog.Since my thought to action process is even slower than snails,it took me 15 days to get my hands off my head and put them on the keypad.The biggest issue to be dealt with was on what topic should I write this post? Thousands of topic crashed on my cerebellum.Foxy.Yash and his sleep:An eternal love story.Gyan Mandir.Environment.Nobel prizes.Indian economy.Then I thought Foxy is one of the most overresearched topics in our university and environment should be left to be dealt by Lavanya.Soch Avani Soch!Dimag ke tantu hila.I seriously needed to write something on the blog.Afterall,Parnil and Yash ate up our 1 and a half hour to make us write something on the blog!I called up my brother,just to have his part of opinion on this.He actually suggested me to write something about Nanotechnological researches or the complex integrated chips or the spectrometrical blah blah blah.Bye bye bhai!Then I understood about the cyclic nature of time.It leaves you standing at the same place from where you have started.(LRM lectures are easy to understand by quoting daily life problems:) ).To blog or not to blog? Blog Avani blog!!Then I started imagining about a magician who just comes and makes my fingers tap on the keyboard and ..and..ting ting!!My cell beeped.Idea cellular limited has no work other than disturbing its customers by asking them to pay Rs.3 to them for knowing about their past births.That gave me an idea to write something on "The disadvantages of advancing technologies".But that would have looked like a school level essay which has been decently copied from the Oxford English essay book.Jaane de Avani!Blogging is not for you.Lets turn off ..no..no.. hibernate the laptop and sleep.

-Avani Verma

WHAT IF...

Today I woke up, found something crawling on my right cheek and yes....I caught it...
A stupid black cricket, trying to get into my ear via my cheek. Soon, I discover a rash, red as blood on my same cheek and I start devising ways to look less ugly owing to the stupid red rash, a gift by the big hearted but small bodied black beast, the idiotic cricket.
Often, there are shrilling noises coming anytime to us in the hostel. Well, there are many reasons like some scary new-hostel-spirit-story, someone jumping in front of you in the dark, Oshi's superb 'tum to thehre pardesi' track and some shrill alarm clocks of some very diligent law students who are not that satisfied by their mid term exam marks (I'm not taking names for security purpose) ;-) and the crawling beasts I was talking about earlier. I am by the way, one of the very few daredevils of the hostel who are not that scared of insects. You can encounter them anywhere......in the toilets, corridors, balconies, rooms, beds and sometimes, food plates. They gather in their batch meetings, which take place every time it rains, the most popular venues for these meetings are window sills and corridor lights. They also take shelter in your hair (I found six small ones when I shampooed after 8 days), sometimes get shut in your laptop and appear out of your sport shoes. Although some of them are quite impressive, like the one in the photograph above.
The hate from these nasty creatures can reach any extent, for example my room mate performed the herculean task of slaying two lizards by the help of an insect spray. I however, show mercy and carry them to a safer place away from such cruel hands (Hope u haven't seen me killing the cockroaches brutally!).
Sometimes I wonder, what this place had been if not our university and I am thrilled at the thought of an insect zoo. This would have made Bhopal an even bigger tourist attraction, and people would have loved to come here. It would have been the first insect zoo in the world and talking economically, it would have fetched more amount than every student's fees combined. So, the next time you see a crawling/flying beauty, do not just ignore or shun it away or scream loudly in fear, just imagine in which section of insects would you keep it in the zoo?

So......until we meet next time on this blog......Buh Byeeeee!


-Durva

Going Home....

kk……so almost 3 months……I was finally home!!

Mom's cheering in a loud, almost shrilling manner. Dad's grinning, a smug look on his face!
I ….up in the air..no.literally..My younger brother has me in his arms, easily lifting me feet's above ground level!!
My grandfather….happy with wet eyes..Enjoying the view from a distance.

In midst of all this frenzy, I could’t help but think about the three months of my life I've spent away from home, away from the people I love,oh so dearly..Learning.Furbishing myself..Feeling homesick sometimes or sometimes on top of the world.Making memories for life….'most blithe'……….


life here started with the wonderful ‘introduction’ we faced off just to be followed by the mid terms……then came the ever anticipated projects n presentations।just followed by the end terms!!anyways much has been said about our trimester system……….no use abusing further!

We are done with so much (no denial to the fun unlimited )in just 3 months…… horribly tight schedule!!

Hoping to have a looser schedule with an extra subject in the second term :-)!!


-Anubha Shrivastava

(back frm home today!!)

Waking up: Through the eyes of a First Year

This post is a long one... don't say I didn't warn you.

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This is a first hand account of what the herculean task of waking up was to a newly sleep-deprived first year in his first few weeks at NLIU.

Note: My thoughts are in italics, everything spoken is in regular characters.

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8:26 AM: Room A-116, New Boys Hostel, NLIU Bhopal

{Alarm number one i.e. Parnil’s cellphone begins to beep}

Something is beeping. My phone is beeping. No, it can’t be my phone beeping… its only been 3 minutes since I went to bed… Or if it is my phone beeping, its clock has gone wrong. Nope. This can’t be my phone beeping. I should sleep more. Sleep. Sleep. Beep. Beep. My phone is beeping. WHY THE *content suppressed* IS MY *content suppressed* PHONE BEEPING!?!? AAAAAAAAAAH! Goodbye phone. I am not listening to your *content suppressed for language* BEEPING! Hello Mr. Sleep, take me away! Sleep. Sleep. Sleezzzzzzz…

Yash: *drool*

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8:45 AM: Room A-116, New Boys Hostel, NLIU Bhopal

{Alarm number two i.e. Parnil’s other phone begins to beep. Alarm number one has overcome the snooze limit and its beeping can no longer be stopped. T minus 15 minutes to class}

Something is beeping. Has this happened before? No it hasn’t. Déjà Vu. In the morning. But my phone is beeping. Or should that by my phones are beeping. Are my phones beeping? Why yes. Yes they are. And they’re doing it together. Beep. Boop. Beep. Boop. Wow. That’s kinda catchy. That’s a catchy… a catchy… that’s a catchy beep. Hmmmmm… catchy. Catch. Catch a cat. Cat caught a cat’s catch. Catch some sleep. Sleep beep. Beep beep. Boop. Boos. Booze. Boozzzzzz…

Yash: *Snort*

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8:47 AM: Room A-116, New Boys Hostel, NLIU Bhopal

{Alarms one and two have now reached a feverish pitch. Alarm number three (Yash’s cellphone) joins in with a beautiful tremolo. Alarms four and five i.e. Parnil’s iPod and wristwatch also begin to contribute to the rising crescendo – the Alarm orchestra has reached a point where it would put the London Philharmonic to shame. Alarm number six i.e. Amit Mate has begun to bang on the door, adding a tasteful rhythm section to this symphonious masterpiece. He swears in the countertenor voice that is his gift.}

Amit: *banging* Uth jaao bétiyon! Kyon phirsé class ki sorry kar rahé ho?!

Amit… I can hear Amit. I’m dreaming about Amit. Why am I dreaming about Amit? Amit is not a scantily clad Megan Fox... why am I dreaming about Amit? I can hear Amit. I can also hear beeping. So much beeping. I should see what time it is… maybe it’s happy time. Beep boop. Hehe. Boop. That rhymes with poop. Boop boop poop.

Parnil: *rolls over and falls off bed, climbs back up unperturbed, claws around for phone through one half-open eye*

Eight four seven. Eight four seven… Four eight seven. Four ate seven. Hehe. Funny. Its 4:87 in the morning. But that doesn’t sound right… Eighty seven? No wait. Eight… Four… Seven. Eight forty-seven. That’s ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen minutes to nine. Thirteen. Class starts at nine. Nine O’ Clock.

I’m so smart. I think I should sleep some more because of how smart I am.


Eight Forty-Seven.


EIGHT FORTY-SEVEN!?!?! *expletive deleted*

Oi! Yash! GET THE *expletive deleted* UP! CLASS STARTS IN THIRTEEN MINUTES!!

Yash: *drool* Hmm? Hmm.

Parnil: DUDE! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! GET UP!!

Yash: Mmhmm. Hmm.

Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap. This is bad.

*Grabs toothbrush, toothpaste, liquid soap, bottle of Old SpiceTM and mug, scrambles out of the room hurtling towards the bathroom*

Amit: Kya kar rahé ho?!

Parnil: Thank you Mate, owe you Mate, love you Mate.

Amit: Aww… you say the sweetest things.

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8:51 AM: Middle Stall, Boys Bathroom #2, New Boys Hostel, NLIU Bhopal

Parnil: *sprinkles Old SpiceTM liberally around stall, eyes turn towards toilet seat where there is a small, green and clearly surprised amphibian staring back. It’s large, liquid eyes unblinkingly gaze into Parnil’s puffy, red and wide open ones*

What the? *Blink* Is that a frog?!

Why yes. Yes it is. There is a frog on the toilet. I wonder what the French for that is. Il ya un grenouille sur la chaise de toilette... wait. Now is not the time. I am late. And there is a frog on the toilet. THERE IS A FREAKING FROG ON THE *expletive deleted* TOILET!! AAAAAH!

Parnil: MATE! MAAAAAATE! THERE IS A FLUGGING FROG ON THE TOILET SEAT IN THIS STALL!

Amit: Well then apologize to it and come back out.

Parnil: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Amit: What? It was there first you know. It called dibs.

Parnil: *Unacceptable language deleted* YOU!

Amit: Not now honey. And wake Yash up.

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8:56 AM: Room A-116, New Boys Hostel, NLIU Bhopal


Okay, I fell asleep in a Teeshirt and a pair of Jeans last night. That takes care of the clothes problem. Mental Checklist: Pens – Will borrow them in class, check. Register – Have the Common Law register, that should work for now, check. Phone – Check. Am I wearing pants – Check. Alrighty then. What am I forgetting?

Yash: *snort*

Yash. I am forgetting Yash. I mustn’t forget Yash.

Parnil: YASH! WAKE UP! IT IS TIME! WE SHOULD BE IN CLASS RIGHT NOW! AAAAH!

Yash: Hmm? Mmmhmm. Hmm.

Parnil: *Climbs up on Yash then punches him in the back. Stands up on him and begins to jump*

WAKE UP! YASH! YAAAAASH! WAKE UP!

Yash: What?! I’m up man! You could try just telling me to wake up verbally you know… What is wrong with you?!

Parnil: *Still jumping on Yash*

TRIED! YOU DIDN’T LISTEN! WAKE UP!

Amit: *walks in, sees Yash sprawled on bed, Parnil jumping on top of him*

I’ll give you two a minute alone then…

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9:01 AM: Room 1, Academic Block, NLIU Bhopal

I’m late I’m late I’m late I’m late. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

Parnil: *pries open door, sees the Professor taking attendance, sheepishly requests to be let in*

Professor: *Looks at Parnil exasperatedly, nods, goes back to attendance*

Roll Number 17!

Hold on. Did he just say 17? HE SAID 17! YES! I MADE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! WOO HOO! Who’s your daddy now, who’s your daddy now, who’s your daddy now?! Oh yeah!

Parnil: *walks up to a seat at the back, grins at Kanu, Kriti, Shreya and Krithika*

You know I almost missed it today. Almost. You guys will not believe what I saw in the toilet today.

Shreya: I really don’t like the direction I see this conversation taking…

Professor: Roll Number 19!

Parnil: No it isn’t dirty, I swear. I walked in and I saw a frog! Can you believe it?! A frog!

Professor: Roll Number 20!

Shreya: Parnil…

Parnil: I mean, how crazy is that? A frog! And I was so convinced I’d missed attendance! Wow,
can you imagine my luck?

Kriti: Parnil…

Professor: Roll Number 21!

Parnil: But it’s not luck is it? He was at 17 when I walked in! Can you believe it? Like 4 roll numbers away! But I really am that awesome, even if I do say so myself…

Kriti, Shreya, Kanu, Krithika: PARNIL!

Professor: Roll Number 22!

Kanu: Present Sir!

Parnil: *Realization dawns. The Pyrrhic victory is no longer a victory at all. Once again the wily beast of attendance has eluded capture*

Parnil: OH YOU *expletive deleted*



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