Hoot Shoot It's MOOT!!!!!

Hostel hours, mess-y meals and creepy classes. I was supposed to blabber about these in this post of mine. However, just like everything else in this past one and a half week, this has been struck by the MOOT MANIA!

Just 4 hours into the college, I was attacked by the news of our first Moot. 4th and 5th August I was told. "abhi toh bahut time hai" came my reflex (or operant conditioning?). 3rd August was the memo submission. "yeh kya bala hai?" came my second reflex.

Two days later I attended my first Moot class. On and all I felt this task was...let's say, "manageable" (innocent little me).
After a week of attending the Moot classes (which were more like an interactive session...yay!)I figured I had acquired a fair amount of idea about the "art that is Moooting."It was a simple 2 step process-

1) write a long Memorial on a fake case from the side of a fake party disputing over a fake issue
2) speak on that Memorial in the fake Court in front of fake judges.

Simple! Its like playing pretend ghar-ghar or as a dear friend of mine once put it, like playing "MUN-MUN".
Our Moot problem was given to us (has anybody else noticed I have started referring to myself in the plural?). We contemplated over it nicely and slowly, very comfortably spending an entire week in the process.
Then once we learned what the bala Memo was, we set to work. 3 whole days were devoted to making a beautiful cover page and writing the table of contents.

By now that uneasy feeling, usually associated with being significantly screwed up, started to seep in. The library was flooded, the students could be seen (barely) behind a castle of books, eyes taped open, focused on the tiny words printed on the huge book, hands frantically typing into the laptops.

1 days before Memo submission the tension reached its peak. The usual pleasant "good morning" was replaced by the tensed "memo kitna hua?" That day and the following day, the classrooms saw no faces. Every batch-mate turned into a potential rival and words were spoken in a hushed tone. No information was to be leaked.

I was no different.

Finally the Memo was submitted just 3 minutes before the deadline. Unfortunately many others weren't this lucky. They didn't make it.

Now, step 1 down, came the second step.

Persuading the honorable judges to buy the crap you wrote in your Memo. It was like trying to feed a rich man's spoiled boy, who would eat nothing but sushi, some tofu.

Nonetheless, after bombarding friends with all the possible arguments against them and last minute scribbling of a pathetic speech, the task was finished.

The end of the day saw a few tears, very scarce smiles and lots of so-anguished-I-m-speechless faces.

How it went for me, that I cannot determine. The result is still awaited (not at all eagerly).

Till then, I too am chanting the phrase that seems to have been keeping the Batch2012 going.

WORK HARD AND PARTY HARDER!