Oh dude, my mind is such a terrible place to be in.
So this dude from the National Association for the Blind calls me up. Looking for volunteers. And the following conversation takes place:
NAB: Hi krow, so will you be free this Saturday?
Me: Err….(looking for excuse)….ummm actually I am out of town at the moment
Me: (wait, what if he sees me in Delhi and I get caught…wait a min….N.a.BLIND!) oh ya I wont be in town for this weekend…sorry
Sometimes I completely refuse to believe that people are inherently good and it is only their post-birth experiences which deface and despoil their souls and character and make them all prickish in nature.
But then again, perhaps I am not the most apt observator of such things.
Also, I can be mind-numbingly judgemental. And passive aggressive. Always be passive aggressive. That is the key. Elbows facing outwards and spitting copious amounts of paan-juice at anyone who dares cross your path. In your head of course.
Passive aggressive. The only way forward.
“Im gonna kill you motherfucka”
This profession is unbelievably cruel, something which I realised the other day as I watched a fresh graduate make a complete mess out of a pretty simple affair (not that I don’t do the same on a regular basis but still….) The sad part was that no one came to his rescue…we all just sat on the chairs and watched him fuck up. We all knew what he should have said and anyone could have just whispered it into his ear….but no one did. It was like some sort of morbid circus performance where the chap puts his head into the lion’s mouth and the entire audience knows that this is not the friendly lion Ram but his evil, twin brother Shyam. And no one bloody does anything, just waiting for the teeth to snap and the blood to spurt out onto their faces.
Everyone is just waiting and watching and hoping the other to fuck up.
Someone suggested that entrepreneurship is not really big in the legal field and I couldn’t help but think otherwise. The people who decide to branch out on their own, into the world with no protection, no godfathers and nothing but their balls and their brains to back them up….if that aint entrepreneurship then nothing else is.
In a lot of ways, the world of litigation is becoming this really, really tightly-knit club where membership is largely by birth. But even in this club you have still have a few stalwarts, these real tough motherfuckers who have fought and screamed and hammered their way to the top. And havent stopped hammering yet.
So heres to those tough, thick skinned bastards. Respect.
At the same time, there are more than a few “local” heroes. Trial court lawyers who may not wow you with a polished accent and a fancy office. They may not hold fancy press conferences or schamcy arbitration “conferences” (fuckin joke those are). But they possess a mind which is only sharper then their tongue, so well-versed with procedure that they will spin a web of half-truths so tightly that you won’t be able to breathe. These are the city-mongrels of the dog-world, tougher than nails and able to survive on anything.
Respect to them too.
It is bitterly cold right now. Just fucking freezing and all I can think of is a warm bed and hot tomato soup (with those crunchy bread things swimming inside) and back to back movies on the laptop.
Hope is such a cruel thing that it should be outlawed. It really should be.