Bah

Nair wakes up early in the morning, all charged up and raring to go, ready for the fight of his life.

Nair is unmindful of the sore throat he's still carrying. This is Nair at his adversarial best. This, he says to himself, will be his day.

Until the judge decides that he doesn't fancy Wednesdays. Its time for a holiday.

Poof.

Nair is back in the office doing gawdknowswhat, wondering if he should even bother preparing for his next hearing.

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APPEAL UNDER SECTION 15 OF THE CONSUMER PROTECTION ACT 1986

The address for service of all notices and process on the Appellant is that of his counsel Rahul Narayanan, Advocates, No. 27 Law Chambers, High Court Buildings, Chennai - 600 104

Yeah, I get excited when I see these things. So?

Sigh....

Nair is inconsiderate.

Nair is selfish/self centred.

Nair is probably not cut out for relationships.

Ummm...Nair would like to be though.

Nair is in the dog house.

Nair, the fantastic rationalizer hasn't a leg to stand on.

Nair has this feeling of standing in a hurricane. Hoping it will pass.

This is like not doing homework.

Sheesh.

Grumblegrumblegrumblegrumble

"Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they get me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."

Bleh

What's the point of getting a pupillage interview when I'm back home????????????

Sheesh.

How very annoying.

Anyhoo. That's five interviews in total. Which is a nice confidence booster anyway.

Dear oh dear

Apparently my little bloggy woggy has caused minor discontent. And made news.

Well, if you don't like it, ummm...don't read it??????

Why do you bother?

Look on the bright side. Now you get to be above all the petty mudslinging, and be dignified and honourable.

You get to play victim again, of petty ex friend who turned into sick twisted bitter fiend. And you'll find lots of takers for that idea. I can think of one off the top of my head. No more pretending to defend me so you can look balanced and objective, though I imagine you gave that up long ago.

Besides, don't you have enough people who like you? You should be able to reconcile with little old me thinking you're quite rotten.

Sigh.

These bitchy blogs can be a real pain, can't they? Best to ignore them, I always say.

Now go away.

Note to self

Make sure that all documents have been prepared appropriately, and arguments have been prepared, all cases ready and YOU'RE IN DECENT HEALTH atleast TWO DAYS BEFORE THE HEARING IS SCHEDULED.

I need to be more organized.

This is NOT working.

I'm also coughing like a man on his death bed. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(PS. Who says there are no pretty girls in litigation. :D)

Can I do this quickly?????

For you strange individuals who complain about my lack of writing...some of you are family, so I can't really tell you you're strange,

ummm...

I'm uhhh...busy. (Chuckle)

Its not a bad thing. Its a good thing. It has its extremes. There are days when the judge looks down his nose at me and wonders how I dare speak so posh when I don't know the basics of procedure. (Don't you even know where to put your signature (on a completely blank piece of paper)). There are days when I find myself doing the most ridiculously menial tasks(that pay quite well, it has to be said), and I wonder if I've made all the wrong choices a half decent law student could have made.

But there also days when everything goes just right, and the judge follows you like a well trained pony and thanks you at the end of things. And the room looks at you a little surprised, and some completely arbitrary chap asks you for money 'cause he thinks you're on the way up. There just never has been a better feeling for me. Those days make me think its all worthwhile.

But I'm usually tired.

I want to write when I'm happy, but I don't have the energy. I need to write when I'm sad but I avoid it. I'd like to not look through the blog and see a miserable past that really isn't or wasn't quite so miserable.

So...

Between the day's work, the nights spent on the serial scholarship appropriater (I could love you just for the amount of money you save. Ones of these days you should appropriate the cash in a one time payment, run away and buy a house in the Carribbean.), and the Sundays spent on the football, there isn't that much time to write things.

But I'll try. I've grown to love this thing, and what it tells me, and I don't want to give it up.

Anyhoo. There are places to be, clients to meet, and angry judges to soothe and so forth.

I'm also slowly mastering the art of being in two places at once. And using cell phones inside courtrooms. Don't tell anyone.

Cheesy update on the side:
You. I know you're out there. Umm...I don't really mind you know. You don't need to use a proxy server to get here. Its an old trick and doesn't work. And I shall refrain from commenting on the irony of you masking your presence and following me around. I am, however, *very* amused.

You could even say hello. Just a thought. I'd really wonder otherwise why you'd bother.