If there’s anything reading a Chomsky work can guarantee, it’s a sense of deep unsettlement. Chomsky is one of the most renowned public intellectuals of the world and a vehement critic of the manner in which the capitalist class (of the USA, as well as the global capital) has played the game of power. A
I did the review as an assignment for my Human Rights paper. SPOILERS GALORE!! Literally the first few sentences will spoil the ending of the book for you, so you should stop reading now if you don’t want to risk killing the surprise. When I say Spoilers Galore, I mean it. This piece was written
Dear Law School Seniors, In the recent past, I have observed a rising spate of write ups about the law school experience, or college experiences in general, and more of them than i am comfortable with, tell freshers to be cool with ragging, and excuse the seniors of any personal or social liability from their
Five years ago, I entered law school, full of hopes and dreams and aspirations and, well, naïveté. Over the years, I learned the following lessons, either from my experiences or observation, which I wish to, now, hand you down. Take my advice seriously. It will make law school a ride that much better for you.
Over the last five years, I have had a fair number of friends have me go through their CVs and Cover letters prior to rushing off to the Owlery. Some of these were friends applying for a job to that enigmatic entity: the Foreign Firm, some were applying for internships to NGOs and policy research
At first, it takes the first 5 pages to shake off the feeling that you are not, after all, reading a Harry Potter this time. The tone of the first few pages is much like Rowling’s picturization of Little Hangton where Frank Bryce, the war veteran gardener had hobbled around, shooing away little boys from
Shadoes. They move swiftly, camouflaged in the thick underbrush of darkness. Moonlight and tubelights alike giving them form and the corner of one’s eyes give them life. They dodge behind curtains and slip into dark rooms, the doors of which were left open unattended. You can hear them when you’re not listening, the quick rustle