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