Saturday, February 9, 2008

Stay floated,stay ahead.

It was sudden decision. to be frank one which always resided in my heart from long back. The memories of sitting out as a odd one when ever i visited my fathers village when other children of my age swam across the temple pond sent a chill across. I avoided having bath there coz of my lameness in swimming. I always wondered hw people managed to stay afloat. My mom always insisted me in learning swimming. but i couldnt do it,there where thousand of lame excuses.
The day had came to pull the strings close.i decided to do something in order to control my belly dia..and the best way sorted out was learn swimming..There where two options for that..a doudle shot..one it cuts the fat in ur bodythe second u can learn swimming..Put a brave face across those whom made u feel ashamed coz of ur attitude difference towards water.So we decided to explore the near by resources and tally them with ur financial status.I and my friend had to face a volley of sarcasms from my friends when i kept the idea of swimming..Now it was do or die..Coz u said it and u have to keep it,atleast for ur peaceful existence there.We paid the amount and then joined for a 15days class..


15days is too less for a person like me to atleast catch up with water, Any way i was standing in position where i cant walk back..We bought swimming shots and a cap..atleast something is better is than nothing.The big Day arrived..we walked across the pool with a feel of guiltiness for punishing myself against the cold water which paused my beat at heart at least for few seconds..The first day was quiet boring..A good tube was given and we made to float with the aid of that..our hands where subjected to rigorous motion for creating ripples in water to keep as float..We felt like,its not easy,lets call it off...But something’s when poised to complete, gets completed in across conditions.


The second day the same was followed with an addition of legs to it..My legs moved in a V shape pushing the water across like a paddle boat..When i tried coordinating both arms and legs it was like a frog in water..i remembered the ones i used to see across in the near by fields,a sense of respect for them filled in me.The tube was removed on day3..Perphaps if someone was there to see me and my friend swimming they would have a cardiac arrest coz of our style of swimming..it was like a boat trying to keep itself stabilized in a sea swept by huge waves.Though we drank hell of water by the end of the hour we learned to keep stabilised atleast for few seconds even though that method may suck ur total energy..But a milestone was achieved.


Day 4-7 we praticised in expertise breast stroke and we succeded..The rest of days where kept apart for different styles like free stroke,butterfly etc..The day which we really started enjoying water was day11..Once ur done with the learning u feel urself quiet comfortable across the cool water which shivers the laziness in u.The days passed without out notices. There where few breaks between the 15days..it extended finally to around 30 to complete the 15day course..But the sense of been a more better compared to others whom cant swim gives a feel of good..Why shouldn’t i learn swimming in this world when 76% of her itself is been covered by water itself...Lets keep gng to enjoy the strokes of joy and refreshment.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

i was born alone..lived alone...died alone..Thts life

I was born alone to parents whom i havent ever seen...I never thought of them really...By the age i was able to think i was left homeless in streets fighting for food and keeping away from the machos who ruled the street..A life which i live for no reason but for some cause which the lord sent me here...

My day started early morning..after a small tour across the street i would settle near by the hotel whose owner was merciful to lent me part of food thrown from the hotel..I was pleased with that..having my part of food from there was a routine..the same set of my fellows share the food given...but the elders were always respected(coz they would throw u apart)...Then i would enjoy the morning rays by laying myself across the tarred road..its a pleasure sandwiching urself with the coolness from the tar and the rays breaking down their part of heat to refresh me...i would lay down enjoying the busy morning street..people dressed across races,age would be racing towards their destinations..some say..."look at the cute laying there"..i feel myself been embraced with a layer of pride...I wonder why people rush..its only once u live,live it.


The clock ticks,i notice it by the changing direction of rays and the feel of heat..with a sluggishness i drag my body against the gravity to spring back on my four legs..Its time for a tour.Been the watchman of the street ur quiet responsible for the activites happening there..Moving across the street i see myself standing at the other end of the gate watching me with a sense of selfnes..I believe it dosent matter which side of the gate u belong when u get food and shelter.My legs drag across the tar which slowly catches with the heat from the rays of the moving sun.The street has died out with all the noises been wipped off..coz not much activity is there..people walk across with small wishpers which some times break into appauld..The hotel soon catches the noon fever..large section of people fill the hotel room to fill their part of stomach..The heat force me to pull acros the shades of the tree near by...After having food from the hotel,people sit across the tree besides me and enjoy the lighter side of life...


By this time my fellows would be hovering near by calling me for the sweet lunch..We share the food some times with few barks but have it to the neck..Now its time for a sleep..i feel myself like a feather floating across in my dreams...The shade shifts its direction calling me everytime to allign myself with it.Who said its not bad to dream during day..i enjoy my dreams..playing with my friends,having food across and a lot more..The street soon sprouts back to life with children back from school.They dance,sing songs and enjoy life to the brim..Its time for me to have some exercises..i run towards the beach wher my friends would have already settled and started playing..its time when all ur feelings dissolve in a thick soup of friendship.We run across the beach till the panting over comes the spirit..Laying down the beach till the sun departs make my soul peacefull..i see humans pampering their children..


As the night pulls down i find a right place to settle against the cold winds which pulls the life out of ur heart..The night slowly crawls in..i sharpen my ears to the sounds across..coz i have responsibility of the entire street hanging down my shoulders..i enjoy the night...Sleep catches slowly..i think..who iam i,why iam i here...but i know everything god does is for a cause..a cause which people search throughout their life and never find till the music in them dies out ...