The sun was shinning bright, the sky was blue as the azure and the wind was blowing deep and cold, it felt like I was skydiving amidst a hurricane. Now, one would ordinarily assume that the presence of the good’ol mighty sun would beat the cold away and silence the wind. But, no, it seemed as if it was weakened by the winter melancholy. Its presence was merely ceremonical, as if to bless us ahead of a cold, grey and foggy end of the year. The dichotomy of these events was simply ironical to say the least.
I was sitting idle as always at the sessions court (district court is called sessions court in criminal cases) and no, I haven’t committed a crime (yet) for which I have been prosecuted or a civil wrong for which I owe someone a huge financial debt. Maybe I owe a huge astronomical financial and moral debt to both my parents, I don’t think they’ll end up suing me cause they’re paying for my law school and they gave birth to me, and to be very honest that is not a good return on investment if you end up suing the thing that you created and invested in? Regardless, I was interning and I had done my ‘work’ which predominantly includes being a duckling to the ‘Mama Duck’ (the advocate) and discussing never ending legal theories and strategies for the upcoming cases, it’s basically a good gossip session. A gossip session however requires two people or more, I was alone. I could have read a case file or something but the door of the chamber was locked. I could have sat on the black metallic waiting seats but like I mentioned earlier it was cold and windy and the sun was just a mere spectator to this whole wintery debacle. So, like always I started observing my surroundings, I had been going to the court for a month and had familiarised myself with the layout and my surroundings. Yet, almost every single day I would observe obscure and tiny details that I had missed. For example, the washrooms on the floor where the chamber was, were labelled ‘Gents’ for the XY and ’She’ for the XX, which I thought was peculiar and good enough to trigger my OCD. I personally wanted to write He/him and she/her, you know to just casually flex pronouns around like on Instagram or LinkedIn. Now this brought me to my next dilemma, if I hypothetically painted he/him and she/her over the XY and XX toilets respectively, it would probably be the end of the pronoun debate. Because, if there is one thing that I know, nothing beats a serious bathroom emergency not even one’s morality. Hence, the person answering nature’s missed call would focus predominantly on the make and model of the product and not its branding. Anyhow, as it has been established that I can cater to myself with my own company and talk myself out of a debate with my consciousness, I noticed that I had had a very monotonous day in the court. Was this going to be the rest of my life? Reading judgements, waiting for my turn and thinking about the case until my turn comes to argue? At times I feel that I am in the right and the wrong profession at the same time, it makes no sense but that is exactly the reason this oxymoron makes sense. At times I think, I have the skillsets well equipped for a very obsolete and mundane profession, that is philosophy, which is just fancy overthinking.
I think I was born in the wrong century, I’d be a good philosopher and I’d probably be good friends with Socrates. Socrates is what I’d like to argue is the OG (Original) over thinker that made overthinking mainstream. Socrates would basically ask a lot of questions to people that would instigate them to critically think and challenge assumptions and develop a deeper understanding of the things around them. Just like my ‘pronoun-gender-biological chromosome-toilet theory’ which questions the limit of the pronoun debate during a catastrophic bathroom emergency. I think me and Socrates would be good buddies/arch-rivals/colleagues. We’d hangout and eat grapes but I think I’d eventually beat socrates at his own game, it’s hard to argue with the ‘pronoun-gender-chromosome-toilet’ theory.
Looking back at that monotonous day at the sessions court, initially I was thinking about how the cool-breeze sun situation could be related with the hardships of life and socrates would have definitely done the same thing. Well there are a lot of things that Socrates and AI can’t do, and wide spectrum of overthinking is one of them.
I would like to quote myself to end this philosophical conversation.
“When life gives you lemons, don’t make a lemonade but instead question the origins and derivation of its name.”
“Who called it lemon in the first place and why?”
*Keys jingle, the chamber door opens*
