Baralikaadu Ecotourism Centre//TNFA FRO Trainee//Zara's Diary
We were asked to be done with breakfast, lunch-packing and be ready to depart by 7:45 am. I went down to the mess hall at around 7:20 am after waiting for some time in my room. Breakfast was not ready by then, as usual. But it’s okay. We are not the ones cooking here. We don’t know what they are going through. So, let us go with the flow, yet again.
Two buses were arranged for the trainees. We went to the smaller bus as it was more spacious than the other one. Later it turned out that all the seats were occupied by males, by non-Tamils except Mr. Gokul. Groupism is something which everyone here in the campus is afraid for its existence. So, I guess it is safe to say that this bus incident was utter coincidental.
I sat in the last of the seats with Mr. Aminul Islam of Assam and Mr. Marcellas Hunlawmawma of Mizoram. In the front sat another good friend of mine – Mr. Kabin Kumar Bora.
The picture above brought me back to my B.Sc. days. But the setting was totally opposite. I’d be sitting in the front seats while the back seats would be occupied by the likes of Sharong, Asu, Tekhe, Anguka, Bikram, Albert, etc. etc. The similarity between them is – singing out loud Hindi songs at the top of their voices (that, too, in all different keys). I hope we realize the sweetness of these memories way before our lives walk past them.
We halted momentarily to make use of the natural washrooms. The perks of being in uniforms, and travelling by the department vehicles are fully achieved when moving in and around the department’s jurisdiction.
Our bus was being led by the other bus. After one hour or so, it stopped suddenly on the middle of the road. Us being ignorant of what was happening with the leading bus, we were chilling inside the bus thinking that we had taken a wrong route. But soon after, Puii (Laltleipuii) came running to us; panicking...Bethsebi was having mild convulsion. I sped off towards them. I tried pulling up her pants to take off her socks…dayum! How could she breathe under these pants? It was as if her pants were stitched to the skin.
Friendships show their true colours when hardship unveils the curtain. We were happy to know how much our trainee mates were ready to help Bethsebi during that brief, but serious moment. I thank you all again on behalf of her.
This was the first signboard we saw as we entered the tourism core area. The writings were in Tamil. Maybe this area is Tamil-tourists-oriented. But when thinking the power of languages, I thought that this could serve better purpose if additional writings in English were provided.
Have you ever been asked to behave according to your age, now according to your position? Well, don't you think that people are at their happiest when they live a carefree, natural and candid life?
When professional photographers take group photos, they need assistants to hold tight the swing ropes... :)
Mr. Marcellas Hunlawmawma of Mizoram
Mr. Vijayant Tiwari of Chhattisgarh
Mr. Joseph Stalin of Tamil Nadu
Mr. Bharat Kohli of Himachal Pradesh
Mr. Aminul Islam of Assam.
He was playing with swings when we called him for this speech. He was actually not asked for by the resource person. I guess me and Mr. Jayant Sarkar of Chhattisgarh had a little fun time here. hehehe
Vote of thanks by Miss Deepika of Chhattisgarh. She's the Duty Officer for the week.
I sat in the last of the seats with Mr. Aminul Islam of Assam and Mr. Marcellas Hunlawmawma of Mizoram. In the front sat another good friend of mine – Mr. Kabin Kumar Bora.
We halted momentarily to make use of the natural washrooms. The perks of being in uniforms, and travelling by the department vehicles are fully achieved when moving in and around the department’s jurisdiction.
Our bus was being led by the other bus. After one hour or so, it stopped suddenly on the middle of the road. Us being ignorant of what was happening with the leading bus, we were chilling inside the bus thinking that we had taken a wrong route. But soon after, Puii (Laltleipuii) came running to us; panicking...Bethsebi was having mild convulsion. I sped off towards them. I tried pulling up her pants to take off her socks…dayum! How could she breathe under these pants? It was as if her pants were stitched to the skin.
Friendships show their true colours when hardship unveils the curtain. We were happy to know how much our trainee mates were ready to help Bethsebi during that brief, but serious moment. I thank you all again on behalf of her.
This was the first signboard we saw as we entered the tourism core area. The writings were in Tamil. Maybe this area is Tamil-tourists-oriented. But when thinking the power of languages, I thought that this could serve better purpose if additional writings in English were provided.
Have you ever been asked to behave according to your age, now according to your position? Well, don't you think that people are at their happiest when they live a carefree, natural and candid life?
When professional photographers take group photos, they need assistants to hold tight the swing ropes... :)
Mr. Marcellas Hunlawmawma of Mizoram
Mr. Vijayant Tiwari of Chhattisgarh
Mr. Joseph Stalin of Tamil Nadu
Mr. Bharat Kohli of Himachal Pradesh
Mr. Aminul Islam of Assam.
He was playing with swings when we called him for this speech. He was actually not asked for by the resource person. I guess me and Mr. Jayant Sarkar of Chhattisgarh had a little fun time here. hehehe
Vote of thanks by Miss Deepika of Chhattisgarh. She's the Duty Officer for the week.
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