I am a law student at a prestigious institution in India. I confess I am tired of it. I have hated exams all my life and continue to hate them. The effort this discipline demands is immense. I often find myself wishing I were already employed instead. At least I would have made money!
Money is one of my enduring interests. I grew amid relative privilege. Not only would I like to maintain my own privilege, I would like to see it multiply; not only for myself but for others. I don’t wish to be poor. Matching my loathing of exams is my loathing of the idea of poverty, with which large parts of my country are cursed. It is not the people I hate; it is the condition. It is degrading and soul-crushing.
There is no nobility in poverty. The rose-tinted fetishism of the ‘nobility in poverty’ spiel by “intellectuals” springs mostly from their shallowness and addiction to wordcelling. Rarely do we see stupidity couched in eloquence in such splendour as in the words of povertarians. What you get from them is slightly more verbally virtuous versions of what ChatGPT would generate without creative prompts. Or what you expect from an average ten-year-old newly exposed to civic nationalism.
I long for the day I no longer have to write exams. The length of a slim booklet must be written for 80 marks in three hours. All bloody handwritten! Quite the ordeal!
And I wish I never, ever have to step inside a police station, much less a godforsaken court.
But who knows, maybe my wish that I were employed is an example of perceiving the grass as greener on the other side! Maybe I am a privileged little runt who must be happy with what he has!
Sorry not sorry for the rant.
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