Unveiling the Layers of Legal Life, Lies, and Laughter

In the realm of academia and life in general, my outlook remains tempered by past encounters, leading me to set expectations so low that I envision worst-case scenarios, reaching a point of apathy. While my demeanour may exude calmness and confidence, the sheer absence of fear, by the end, raises concerns. My anticipation of university life, shaped and somewhat conditioned by cinematic and online influences, proves to be just the tip of the iceberg. 

In acknowledging my imperfections, I perceive myself as a flawed yet decent individual, expecting a similar standard from my peers. Life's intricacies, however, unfold as I grapple with the reality and complexity of human behaviour, the conflagration of rumours, and the ease of manipulation of both the person and their utterances, unintentionally finding myself entangled in such strange and complex dynamics. Statements such as, "Shorts are too short" carry humour, while also shedding light on the deeply ingrained biases within our minds. Here, we have perpetually engaged in the timeless games of Chinese Whisper and Russian Scandal.

Unravelling the complexities of relationships, the true meaning of gossip, and the existence of real-life gossip-mongers expose the darker facets of college life. The prevalence of crimes, hypocrisy, betrayal, and an ironic want of “justice, equity, and good conscience” become stark realities. It remains beyond my understanding how individuals labeled as criminals, victims, and mere observers coexist in a particular space, all the while maintaining an excellent facade of normalcy. How ironic we all are to be in a profession that preaches itself on the basic foundation of “justice” and how often we find ourselves ironically preaching principles that we conveniently neglect in practice. No one knows what the truth is, however, no one even puts any effort into finding the truth as well. Together, we constitute the wrongdoers and embody hypocrisy. Anything “alleged” has to be ascertained. That is the tenet. The mere thought of someone actually being in such pain every Day, every Minute, every Second while managing the daunting and exhausting academics and other commitments, renders my heart and face pale. The mere thought of seeing the Wrongdoer, the Evil-doer, the Sinner, every day, can be traumatic, emotionally destroying and mentally wrecking for the victim. Yet, we remain indifferent! Why bother? It's not our concern. We'll maintain our silence, as is our custom, exhibit the bystander apathy, and only raise our voices when a crime hits close to home. Until then, hush! And the cycle goes on! The Great Karmic Cycle.

We are Law students, the future flag bearers of justice, the upcoming leaders, the eventual purveyors of the basic structure of the Constitution of India and most of all, the basic human rights, yet we are the ones who keep quiet when our voices are so crucial, even if its just a “But” or a “No”. We are the future Captain Indias. Yet we are the ones who inflict insults, humiliate people, make them feel unwanted, thrash people’s confidence, yet we are the ones who are the biggest hypocrites. Amid the collective pretence of inclusivity and acceptance, the darkness within our hearts surfaces. The wise counsel, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all," rings hollow amidst our actions. The search for a "Safe Space" eludes those who navigate life in the guise of alternate identities without refuge. Why do we harbour such disdain for our own kind, connected by the simple fact of birth, bound by shared sentience and the capacity to feel and exhibit passion?

In this intricate dance of words and deeds, let us revisit the foundational principles of the Constitution of India and the essence of human rights. Embrace the beauty of inclusivity, shunning toxicity, and extend empathy to those who, under the weight of societal judgments, seek sanctuary here, in this part of the Universe. Let our collective awakening dissolve the silence and give voice to those who have long carried the unspoken yoke of pain, reflecting the poignant echoes of the victims' suffering.

The bitter experiences seem to outweigh the positive moments, leading me to desire the boon of emotional detachment, the absolute lack of sentience, after all. It must feel at ease to not be able to feel or see anything, to not carry the bane of observation eternally, the curse of not being able to forget anything and everything swiftly, like it never happened.

Besides these, the hollow elitism, formation of cliques, and the penchant for drama are surprising revelations, challenging my prior naivety. The rapid shifts in people's attitudes and the dangerous practice of flipping create a warped perception of the need for constant people-pleasing and external achievements, diverting from life's fundamental purpose of simply living. Just living, doing what you want and what is right.

Observing the isolation and the mere hopelessness of victims and the irony within the educational system, with biassed knowledge bearers and unfair standards, has been an ongoing theme over the past months. While not a new revelation, it continues to be a prevalent issue I've witnessed throughout the years. And here I linger, in solitude, penning down the same words, repeatedly, and yet again.

Ah, no, I should shut up as I’ve a reputation to protect for my future placement and for the life that I’m going to live pretending to be the Great Purveyor of Justice.

- Future Lawyer (Pronunciation- L-i-a-r/Sounds like lai·uh) from heart and soul! 

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