BHARI CH**AI

PART I

There are stages in one’s when life puts up a superficial show of stagnancy. Change in my life is limited only to the date of my cell phone. Everything is predictable, still and boring to death.  This state of affairs might suggest that I have already seen 40 or 50 years of life. All challenges and mysteries of life have been already revealed upon me and I am just waiting for the curtains of life to be drawn.  Deceptive as it may be, I am a twenty one year old college going woman who should be living life zealously, should be flying ahead with wings of ambitions and should be living up to hopes of a bright future. I should be anything but bored and jobless.

As I enter into the same monotony of activities every morning the clouds of boredom conquer my thoughts and my actions.  Sometimes I find myself walking back to my room to seek some solitude and tranquility on a regular working day in the midst of hopelessly predictable lectures. I take refuge in some or the other novel every second day only to be broken away from a trance by an utterly disgusting incessant chatter of some extremely undesirable company or a buzz on my cell phone saying that I can download raunchy photographs of some bikini clad model so that my life changes its course and I realize ‘moksha’. Then I dawn upon a self realization I have been day dreaming about the characters and that the novel is long over. An assignment is incomplete, an email is pending, a lesson is to be revised, a phone call is to be done and numerous commitments are to be honoured. Fourth year in law school is no joke. It is now when today’s action determine tomorrow’s story. But my actions are reduced to savouring an unfinished banana wafer pack, cluttering my room with wrappers of consumed candies or simply sleeping. Is this the true graph of my life or only a seemingly impression of things? May be the later is true. Sometimes the vast solemnity of the ocean conceals the frenzied hustle of the tectonic plates beneath. What is important is it is these fugitive movements that amend the face of the world later.

PART II

Each step ahead made her heart sink an inch beneath. What else could she do? After all the air hostess had already summoned her twice. Any further delay just could not be accommodated. It was risky too. After all what could be a satisfactory explanation that she could fetch her folks……But he never breaks promises and he said he will be there. Finally she crossed the security counter. A knife struck her heart but not a drop of blood spilled. Just then she gave a last glance at the lobby with a flickering hope. Suddenly the flickering hope emanated as an aggressive flame. There he was…. drops of sweat on his forehead, ruffled hair, desperate eyes and his heart right in his hands…. Bliss..no that’s an understatement. It was the zenith of some emotion way superior to happiness..He held her hand through the wooden fence and said………………………..

"And the English Court held that the marriage solemnized Argentina using a proxy was valid as per the lex loci celebrationis……."

She just realized that it was not the air port and he was not by any means her man of dreams. The discussion went on to establish that Cheshire has given an utterly disgusting explanation of Single and Double Renvoi in his Private International Law book and the entire class to religiously and unquestioningly follow class notes as there was no veracity in the text of the 143 year old book.

In the meanwhile she introspected and came to consensus to the fact that it was not the summer of 2011. She has long left that lane. She has to live in the present. Be a very very strong woman and most importantly make hell of a litigator. However disgusting the concept of marrying a person using a proxy or analysing the criminological tendencies of a greatest serial killer of all times who committed only six murders and baked his own cat in a oven as kid may be, she has to invest all her dedication in taking those lessons. After all managing the present will only take care of the future.