fourth and fifth-year folks through the years, however, this has remained an age-old question: what to do with all this time? After the two gruelling semesters of the third year, NALSAR rewards you with two years of emptiness- academic and otherwise.
As juniors, we would wonder why the seniormost batch made Awadh Magadh preparations the center of their lives – and now it finally makes sense why. And it is then the success of the fest that’s going to give them a skip in their steps for the next few weeks; it’s remarkable: they go through life with the easy contentment of a rock.
This phase is not listlessness, it’s not burnout. It’s simply being out of fucks to give. When you have no fucks left to give about the arbitrariness you were subject to in your stupid second year moot, welcome: you have reached your Law School Retirement Era – you sleep all day, have nothing to do, and crossword puzzles become your most thrilling intellectual pursuit. Students begin seeking your wisdom, and the parallels with old age become strikingly apparent. You wonder why these students look up to you. They’re trying to fit three moots, five ADRs, and fourteen publications on their CV; you are on the other side with “NALSAR Carpe Diem Batch Representative” on the front page of yours. Khair.
But are there less things to do on campus? Doubtful. There’s so much going on all the time; some applications, some projects, some class readings – it doesn’t end. But the sweet, sweet feeling of avoiding all these responsibilities and tweeting your life away is ineluctable; so that’s what you do- you pull out your phone, and tweet about how there’s nOthiNg tO dO oN cAmpUs, and how 5 years is “just too long” for a BA. LLB programme. What a waste of your precious, precious time.
-Allona Chillante