Entry 1: The View from Up Here
I see it all. I see you all. I hear the sniggers. The sweet smell of Rajnigandhas — and the bitter one of your disdains. I am not God, but you did place me on this pedestal. And the vantage point it gives me—oh, I see it all.
Your tribulations in these trials. The nervous energies. I sense those too.
The aggressive tenor. The trembling hands. The celebrity lawyer, strong social presence––weak argument. The chain of screaming that runs down the hierarchy. The undercurrent of influence and the overcurrent of flattery. I see it all, Sir.
Sometimes I wish I could unsee. So, I learn to ignore. To let it pass.
I am not superior, but I am here. Put in this place by you––and some well-meaning collegium people. To serve. And at your pleasure, I shall.
