Zara's Diary

  I finally got the urge to open my lappy and scribble some words for my blog. It’s kind of strange that on this day last week, 5 of 47 trainees tested positive for covid. So, today is the one-week anniversary (if such a word exists).               I was pumped up during the nationwide lockdown last year. I wrote some things, read a few books, edited videos, and dabbled in photography. But now this whole week of quarantine has done me no good…or, me none to the week. I was bored as h*ll in the first 2 days due to a mild hip sprain. I couldn’t stand comfortably, walk, or, worst of all, couldn’t lie down for long. The pain eventually subsided after taking a painkiller from Shifu Nta.             This time, Covid has had a psychological impact on me. Am I scared of dying from Covid? Not necessarily. I'm more afraid of being hospitalized here and having to live on Idli and Dosa alone than I am of being sick.             For a long time now, I’ve been meaning to write a naked-tran

  The day before World Wildlife Day.  "Every trainee has to participate in at least one event".  "Zara, come, join us in debate".                "I can't be the only person shying away. So, if all trainees have to participate, maybe I can join Vijay and Divya"... I was thinking. I walked up to the House Tutor and told her that I wanted to give a speech. I couldn't answer her when she asked me what my topic was. I couldn't reply to the organizer, too, as I didn't know what I was going to talk about.  I totally agree with one of the senior officers - "I think he wrote this from his heart". I'm sure many of you can write a ten-time-better-speech than this one. But I believe that the messages I wanted to convey to the authority and to my fellow trainees have not been properly articulated. May you kindly read this and extract the gist of whatever is embedded here. World Wildlife Day 03.03.2021 What are we?     Vanakkum

"Bro Zara, you look so calm and confident", my juniors said while waiting for their turn to represent their respective classes. I assured them that it was going to be all right and that they were going to do just fine. I was not in the position to tell them that because as nervous as they were, I was. And yes, they did just fine.  The following speech took me to the stage in the auditorium of SASRD. It was one of my most cherished moments.  Technology 20 years from now   20 years from now, public speaking will be non-existent. People will depend more on artificial intelligence. Competing in Elocution will be history. There will be less talk of stage-fright as the majority of the human population will communicate through the internet alone. There will be a major food revolution in which we grow food in AI-controlled vertical buildings rather than horizontal land. We will grow hydroponic plants for fruits and vegetables and in-vitro cloned meat.  Questions like “May

Are human beings meant to spend our entire time in learning new things? How much longer do we need to see the difference between the results of the works done out of compulsion and out of passion? But, as humans, aren’t we also meant to sacrifice our passions for security, love, and family, too? The choice is yours; the decision is yours to make. Yes, today was Sunday. And yes, we’re ready to move out. The weather was just perfect for travelling. Meanwhile, back at home in Mizoram, people were having a hard time due to the 2nd wave of winter’s blows. We had 2 choices here - to let our minds get dragged, or to have some fun with a thought of visiting new place in mind. We chose the latter. We didn’t regret. Pavithra was facetiming with her little kid. I tried to barge in, but the little kid was too busy with something else. This is one of the symptoms of late-night sleeps, early morning PTs and a heavy dose of breakfast. This is a usual routine in boarding schools…to even here