Wondering how come Laddoo started her journey of life with the Fish Pond. Well i have never seen this side of life. And no, i am not referring to the silly game that's a favorite pass time for gossip mongers. This post is about my first dive in a sea - an access to a life that is damn gorgeous.
Honestly, i am scared of water and so i would not in my deadliest or craziest dream could imagine attempting scuba. But when the offer came, i could not resist it for reasons i don't see the need to share here. I convinced myself that i am gonna make a bad mockery of myself but it was fine till i knew i had the desired company.
So here's the story of my first dive. No, i was not excited - I had a depressing start to my day (reasons again too personal). But i went ahead because i wanted to do it, so after spending 20 mins finalizing the gears, my training started. The instructor in his broken english made me learn the nuisances of scuba diving. I was shit scared by then as I had the gut feelings that I would drown on the shore itself as breathing through mouth is not my capability. After the classroom training, the instructor guided us to the water. My trainer was a guy who knew NO english and my only mode of communication with him was the sign language.
So we went into the water and i was asked to wear the fins. I almost fell and the feeling started to sink in - that I CANNOT MAKE IT to the center. Meanwhile, the trainer had to do the job for me - he actually got my fins in place. However, it doesn't end with the fins, next it was the turn of the mask. As soon as i wore it, I was supposed to use my mouth for breathing but instead i gulped down the salt water and that's where i almost lost my senses. I started shouting and yelling that I cannot do it, while the trainer had a tough time balancing me. After some 15 mins and repeated attempts to breathe inside water, i was ready to give up. It is then that the trainer smiled and gestured me to follow him. He showed all the steps once again, then gestured me to be calm, and then slowly he took me inside the water...flipped me, and lo i was breathing fine...i could equalize...i could swim thanks to him....!
As we left the shore and moved into the sea, it was a feeling that i cannot describe through words here. It was a different world with a magnificent aura all around me. Fishes of all size, shape and colors - swimming around me without any fear, without any thought of being invaded, without cursing me...i felt how could i have kept myself so far away from all this...for a minute, i regretted the short duration of my trip. and then the eyes struck the red, orange, blue ones again...and i said to myself, no time to regret laddoo...live it right now or you may never!
We returned and i wanted to do it once more...for the first time without thinking that it would cost me a bomb, i wanted to be there once more...where life met life...where i could say i was enlightened about my inner self...about the lines i had unnecessarily drawn in my life.
This trip has been more than it...i went with the idea of spending my time with the most beautiful soul in my life...i ended up realizing and feeling guilty for the suffocation i have rendered to my own soul. The three days, i have cried, i have felt humiliated, betrayed and yet at the end of it, i have found something above all of it - a belief that one has to keep the faith alive...under any circumstances. Life is not beautiful through the magnificent villas or holidays that one can afford, its beautiful when one can pursue their passion and dreams which brings in that smile whose value cannot be measured in any denomination.
Laddoo really wants to live it up - not to convince others but for her own soul!
Honestly, i am scared of water and so i would not in my deadliest or craziest dream could imagine attempting scuba. But when the offer came, i could not resist it for reasons i don't see the need to share here. I convinced myself that i am gonna make a bad mockery of myself but it was fine till i knew i had the desired company.
So here's the story of my first dive. No, i was not excited - I had a depressing start to my day (reasons again too personal). But i went ahead because i wanted to do it, so after spending 20 mins finalizing the gears, my training started. The instructor in his broken english made me learn the nuisances of scuba diving. I was shit scared by then as I had the gut feelings that I would drown on the shore itself as breathing through mouth is not my capability. After the classroom training, the instructor guided us to the water. My trainer was a guy who knew NO english and my only mode of communication with him was the sign language.
So we went into the water and i was asked to wear the fins. I almost fell and the feeling started to sink in - that I CANNOT MAKE IT to the center. Meanwhile, the trainer had to do the job for me - he actually got my fins in place. However, it doesn't end with the fins, next it was the turn of the mask. As soon as i wore it, I was supposed to use my mouth for breathing but instead i gulped down the salt water and that's where i almost lost my senses. I started shouting and yelling that I cannot do it, while the trainer had a tough time balancing me. After some 15 mins and repeated attempts to breathe inside water, i was ready to give up. It is then that the trainer smiled and gestured me to follow him. He showed all the steps once again, then gestured me to be calm, and then slowly he took me inside the water...flipped me, and lo i was breathing fine...i could equalize...i could swim thanks to him....!
As we left the shore and moved into the sea, it was a feeling that i cannot describe through words here. It was a different world with a magnificent aura all around me. Fishes of all size, shape and colors - swimming around me without any fear, without any thought of being invaded, without cursing me...i felt how could i have kept myself so far away from all this...for a minute, i regretted the short duration of my trip. and then the eyes struck the red, orange, blue ones again...and i said to myself, no time to regret laddoo...live it right now or you may never!
We returned and i wanted to do it once more...for the first time without thinking that it would cost me a bomb, i wanted to be there once more...where life met life...where i could say i was enlightened about my inner self...about the lines i had unnecessarily drawn in my life.
This trip has been more than it...i went with the idea of spending my time with the most beautiful soul in my life...i ended up realizing and feeling guilty for the suffocation i have rendered to my own soul. The three days, i have cried, i have felt humiliated, betrayed and yet at the end of it, i have found something above all of it - a belief that one has to keep the faith alive...under any circumstances. Life is not beautiful through the magnificent villas or holidays that one can afford, its beautiful when one can pursue their passion and dreams which brings in that smile whose value cannot be measured in any denomination.
Laddoo really wants to live it up - not to convince others but for her own soul!
