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After Moments of a Momentous Wound…

I was hopping along the edge of the shore, trying to control my urge to forget the broken toe nail and jump in the water along with my friends… I also had to try to make sure that the cotton binding doesn’t get wet or full of sand. I was a failure in trying to keep the sand out and when I finally I thought that I might lose my control and jump into the water anyway, I pulled my feet, dragged my feet and went and sat on a chair nearby. Ironically, it was the chair that had been used to carry me to the shore! I winced as the toe throbbed in memory of the pain. Oh well, I had my camera and the least I could do was to at least click-click-click…

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Bored again, as everyone was coming out of the water and I was short of subjects, I hobbled back to where we had kept our belongings. I heard my name being called out- Vedanti! I turned and found one of the girls from another class calling me. I hobbled up to her, only to retell my ‘toe-story’ all over again and this time to her, and two other boys. One of them was my crush and I couldn’t help but flush a little as he paid full attention to my words!

Then the four of us grouped up and went outside the beach area, to some nearby shops. We had gotten our pocket money- Rs. 1000- earlier, and we were ready to spend this meager amount on food. Imagine our joy when we saw bottles and bottles of Nutella and boxes and boxes of chocolates. We bought jars of Nutella and bags full of chocolates to sustain our chocolate-devoid selves! Back on the deck with the still new and exciting experience of jumping from ferries to the ship, we went back to our cabins to freshen up and meet yet again in the canteen for dinner. A dinner that consisted of Nutella and Bread!!! Probably the best dinner ever!

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A Trip to a Lakshadweepan Hospital…

I discovered the perfect way to ruin your Beach Vacation! It is the perfect remedy and answer to all those who want to avoid a dip in the salty waters of the shores, especially with waters as gorgeous as Lakshadweep. Break your toe-nail! That is my discovery! Unfortunately though, I love swimming and water sports. So, the broken toe-nail was not exactly a god send answer to my pleas for avoidance of the waters. I wanted to enjoy the waters (that too with my friends!) and I was stuck with a broken toe-nail.
How did it happen you wonder? Then I shall give you another piece of free advice- Do not, I repeat- DO NOT go for a ride in a glass-bottom-boat after you are wet from Scuba diving and are very conveniently a clumsy person. Oh, I’m not clumsy! But I was wet and slipped and banged my nail against the glass bottom of the boat. Didn’t even notice that my nail was broken until the point that I saw big red blots obscuring my view of the corals. Then, my eyes went in search of the source of this obstruction, and it lead to my own toe. As soon as my mind registered what that meant, the pain started! My friends tried their level best to distract me from the pain but it just wouldn’t leave me. I was almost on the verge of a panic attack when I realized another mind-blowing piece of news… I couldn’t get down in the salt water which would mean I couldn’t jump out of the boat which meant I would have to be carried away which meant no one would because I was not exactly the lightest girl in the group! And so, I freaked.
But guys, being very efficient and well, brave (because they attempted to pick me up!) found out a way to carry me to the shore. They brought me a plastic chair, I stepped on to it and 4 or 5 of them carried it away as I rode on it like Chief Vitalstatistix on his shield!
The proceedings then were obvious- I was taken to a nearby government hospital, given absolutely no anesthesia and the nail pulled out of its soggy socket. Some brown medicine was applied and my toe was bandaged. And that was the end of my water adventures that day…

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My first Scuba…

It was the first island Kavaratti- the capital of Lakshadweep islands. We did a lot of things there, along with Scuba diving…

I call that my Meditation Experience…

Meditation. Cross-legged people sitting atop mountain peaks. Flush-faced people with intentionally contorted bodies on a ‘Yoga Mat’. Fierce concentration to maintain your thoughtless state. The consistent beating of your heart. The unfailing motion of air in your chest cavity. Meditation. All these are types of meditation. Everyone experiences Meditation, willingly-unwillingly, intentionally-unintentionally, consciously-subconsciously…

I meditated that day…

A weightless load of compressed air on my back, a clamp in my mouth that I was learning to breathe through- these were my equipments along with the guide who was to accompany me the alien into the world of marine beings. My heavy breathing was prominent and evident. I was too aware of how I was dependent on external appendages to help me survive. The lungs that I breathed through without any second thoughts were incapable of existing in the under-water world. I had no survival skills. And I was acutely aware of that. This knowledge probably heightened my senses. I was very aware of my surroundings, the marine fish that passed by me and the ecosystem that they were a part of. Looking at the fish that I was swarmed by, I realized that I was looking at the life of the beings I consumed occasionally.

At this moment of obvious realization, I stopped looking at the fish as beings that breathed and swam, and started looking at them as beings that had a life. My outlook changed, and suddenly I was looking intruding into the private world of beings that did nothing but mind their own business. I felt like an alien on the prowl in a place where she wasn’t welcome…

A few more minutes passed by as I looked into the lives of the fish. And then it clicked- they were hardly bothered by my presence! No feeling of insecurity regarding the major intrusion in their world. They went about doing their own business!

And then my eyes opened wide within my scuba goggles as another thought hit me- they were thoughtless animals! They had no thoughts! I had started believing that they were evolved beings with thoughts and lives!

But are they thoughtless? Or are we…? We are the ones capturing innocent lives when they mind only their own business and do us no harm…

Are they thoughtless? Or are we…?

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SORRY!!!

So SORRY to everyone! I have been away for too long and I really missed both, writing and Hypotenuse! Well, now I’m back and ready to continue the story I left incomplete. So sorry for leaving it incomplete like that, just couldn’t help it. I know how annoying it can be for stories to be left incomplete… SORRY! But i promise to complete it!