Yesterday’s Road & New Struggles

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

New corridors, new sights

Familiar voices, new intensities.

New struggles to maintain old reprises.

 

Planned set ups, planned latitudes

Familiar routines, planned false doctrines

Planned ploys to overcoming unplanned vicissitudes.

 

Expected challenges, expected endeavours

Familiar encounters, expected strains

Expected jerks, aided by unexpected manoeuvres.

 

Spirited moderates, spirited rebels

Familiar enthusiasm, spirited convictions

Spirited resolves to let die unspirited quibbles.

 

Yesterday’s actuality, yesterday’s talk

Familiar taglines, yesterday’s story

Yesterday’s road bending into a new found path to walk.

 

 

 

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Two Opposing Thoughts

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

 

Two opposing thoughts, four directions in both, each springing from a unique entity

Weaned by different conjectures, moulded and scarred by circumstantial disparity.

Treading and rolling ahead to bring out distinct identity.

Directed towards veiled common pursuits, yet threatened in each other’s vicinity.

 

In the once serene garden of thoughts, now opinions are lost amid noise.

Controversies, confrontations mixed in cacophonic confusion have stripped words of their poise.

Fear and havoc, as tools to choke the informed voice.

Motives of power have made citizenry freedom its toys.

 

The solemn responsibility of human welfare taken as a shield against tolerance.

How can welfare be achieved without forbearance?

The fear of division as the as justification for schemed menace.

How enduring is unity is despondence?

 

Are our common fooleries greater than the individual sensibilities we like to flaunt?

Is there a nationalist so great who desires flourishing ideas to turn gaunt?

Why we fuel rages that serve no want?

Why obstruct the peace of discussion with the poor instruments of violence and taunts?

Persona non grata

This article is submitted by Debashish Dumbre (BBA. LL.B. Class of 2020) 

 

One would think the college wants us dead inside if we didn’t know better. They took away those nice single seater desk/chairs we had in our first year, we didn’t say anything. They added an hour of classes and an extra subject to our daily schedule, we stayed silent. They had those amazingly efficient video presentations back in our second trimester, we accepted that because college hi toh maalik hai. But today, NMIMS School of Law threatened to take away the most sacred of institutions away from us. They threatened to take our Sunday away from us.

 
This exceedingly arrogant pronouncement by the School of Law not only treads upon the patience of us students, but it worryingly undermines the work that has been put into the NMCC event as a whole. Having to resort to the threat of attendance, which will undoubtedly be effective (getting debarred sucks), screams to the students that the administration lacks faith in the event. The work that the students have put in for the event has been amazing, and the NMCC is bound to be a success. But, a move like this breeds nothing but contempt and spite against the forced participation asked of us. How would you feel if in some dystopian future, the government forced you to partake in its countless endeavors? What if the Supreme Court forced you to stand up to the National anthem before every movie? (OOOOOOOH SNAP)
SOL students go through a lot. That constant paranoia of maintaining a steady GPA, keeping up with your amazingly talented peers, and keeping your attendance figures afloat is a monumental task for some. In the end, this isn’t about taking up our Sunday (it actually is), its about the administration realizing that its whims and fancies are mutually exclusive to its obligations.

 
Maybe, just maybe, we really do not know any better.

 
I hope they don’t expel me for this. I have a family to feed.

#HootForMoot #NMCC_2K17 : The hollow charade of threats

This article is submitted anonymously.
The shameless scare tactics employed to fill an auditorium resonate only hollowness if students are forced to sit in all day only to be eye candy for few photographs. It is a pointless charade that reduces adult human beings to mere objects for gratification.
Please note, this has nothing to do with the fact that students are being intimidated to attend on a Sunday. The very idea of intimidating students is an horrid one on any given day of any month. I do not appreciate being threatened with attendance every second day in Law School.
I was going to attend the Final Round simply because the spectacle of averments amuse me. However, I no longer wish to do so, as a sign of protest against the fact SVKM’s NMIMS School of Law National Moot Court Competition 2017 (NMCC) chose threats before appealing to my innate sensibilities.
They chose threats rather than telling me about razor sharp judges ripping through argument. Or the appeal of seeing participants from around the country finding their way through multifaceted tax laws. Or simply a request to help out my colleagues in the Organizing Committee.

It is sad.

Editorial Note: We entertain views from all sides of any argument. Rebuttals are always more effective. You know where to reach us. 

Prakrti ki Sundarta

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

Prakrti ki Sundarta shehron ka yeh dua chupa na paya,

Uski srishti yeh mela sa sagar ghol na paya.

Ki bas aanken khol kar dekho tho janoge,

Thodi dhayan dho tho yeh bat maoge.

 

Dekhna kabi sunhere  subha ki Kirano mein

Emaraton aur jhopdiyon ke beech guzarte unn raston pe.

Dehte hai  tar jiske  upar

Choti choti chidiyan terkte hai unpar.

Ki manav ka banaya yeh khatre unhe rok nahi pata.

Ki kisi anjan sambhavna ka dar unke chechane Ko tok nahi pata

 

Kabi dekhna samundar ke neele kuch kali lehron mein,

Ki saf hone ki shanka shyad hogi

Lekin unke behte awaz ki rag phir bhi man mein shanti bhardege.

 

Kabi dekhna unn chehron Ko bhi gaur se

Jinpe  hai nahi koi lep, sane hai jo pasene se.

Ki prakrti unhe bhuli nahi,

Bas hamari soch unke man ki tazgi ko samjthi nahi.

 

Ki hamare rozi daud mein hum khote jate hai,

Inn sundar nazaron Ko pehchan na pate hai.

Ki kahi uski  sajae achaiyon Ko andekha karte hai.

Uski sundarta ko hum kuch iss tarah bhulte jate hai.