Today was the last day of Court before Summer Vacations. And I am feeling exactly the same as I did, last year on this day, which I shouldn’t. I was new then, not that I am not new now, considering how frequently I am asked “Are you new?”. But I was new then. It had only been 6 months that I was going to court, and I was still getting used to the life’s-on-the-drive, I had plunged into. It was still hard for me to get up early in the morn, fly to court, climb up and down in the court, for god knows how many times, wait for hrs for cases, stand for hrs with my boss to assist him and then to drive straight to office and burry my face in files and try to make sense of what I write in my drafts and then head home when the sun is a lot cooler and the day insist on being darker. Those were very hard times. “Very”, because I had not gotten used to it. These are hard times too. But at least I have gotten used to it. I think the solution to every problem lies in “getting used to it”. If it pains, get used to it. If it hurts, get used to it. If it disses, get used to it. Yes IT for who disses.
AND it for every lawyer who has given me a hard time so far. So far, because may be, for future ones, I will invent something even better and bitter. AND bi***IER.
So anyway, I was saying that I still find it hard to cop up with all of that. Just not harder. And as funny as it sounds, I am still gonna miss court, for many reasons, but two for the most. For one, black coat….wearing it. Second, the clashes of egos….witnessing it.
You know, as they would say, life is like high school? Well, that’s a simile. Now, know what a metaphor is, because that’s even stronger, Court IS high school. You get up in the morning, wear your uniform, go to your respective court, stand up for your lordship, proceed with your case for which you are sometimes appreciated and most of the times, well you get the drift, sit in break time eat and gossip with your friends, then go back to your respective courts, present your case
and by the time you are done with the court, you are worried about preparing your next day’s case. But what make it all SO high school like are the stereotypes, the high school stereotypes.
Wait for my next blog entry to find that out!
You may think that I am obsessed with court. Well, yea I am. I am a very obsessive person anyways. Be it anything… courts or my looks or… OH about my LOOKS… another reason why I like court is that I LOOK a lot younger and less uglier in uniform. They often mistake me for a student. Awesome na? Umm, except for this one freaking time, when this idiot of a lawyer called me MOHTARMA….WT#@^$#*^%(&%^(%, LOOK AT ME, I AM TOO BABE TO BE MOHTARMA. He is on my revenge list now, I will beat the mohtarma outta him, sometime in future.
So, anyways I love going to courts… as a lawyer (thought, I should clear that). It’s amusing to see burgers and ban kabab-s mingling(not really) together, sitting on the same bench, eating in the same bar room and wearing same cloths, though different brands depending on their affordability. And despite all of that, you can spot the class differences, just by their appearance.
Now, if you are thinking that I am going to bash the rich and glorify the poor, then let me tell you, if anything, I grew up without the typical hatred for people living on the other side of the bridge. In fact, I appreciate their class, demeanor and the fact that their tharkipan is MOSTLY in passive mode (Here, I am talking about the REAL burgers, not the wannabe-s mind you!). The only thing I dislike about them that I can’t afford to be socially as liberal as them. I wish I could be. But the middle class values in me, bar me from doing so. Therefore, despite they are the lot I like, I can’t be friends with. And I have already told you that what I think of the have-not-s. So there is no chance I am even saying hello to them.
And there lies my ONLY problem with going to court, that I don’t have a company. I sit all alone, all quiet…AND I know that I look so weird with my uncombed hair everywhere and WTH expression on my face. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know who to be with.
I stand alone in court. And nobody gives a flying %$%#$%*&%&%(. Except for the times, when someone sitting next to me lectures me on wearing a “little” make up to court, or tells me that I should be socializing instead of living in a shell, or when my boss says “relax, abida betay relax”, only then I realize that perhaps I don’t go as unnoticed as I think I do. And notwithstanding it should all hold me down, it actually boosts my ego and I pat myself that I, at least, stand out of the crowd…for different reasons, though.
And, court gives me hope that if I can survive a day here, then I can survive anywhere. What doesn’t kill you make you stronger… and wiser. And a blogger.
So, here’s to court, for showing me what I could never have seen. For giving me what I could never have gotten. AND for making me what I could never have been.
I already miss you.