since my childhood i have always dreamt that 'i was getting drowned and suddenly i run my hands and legs and am floating and saved myself'....then after waking up i always told my dad that i swam in my dream and i now know how to swim....he used to throw that -u-kidddy- kinds of sarcastic smile and brush aside my dream project of non- learnt-swimming...
apparently...one fine day i slipped into a small lake and was saved by someone who actually knew how to swim.....that day i realised it was surely a dream and my dad was serious while he was laughing at me......well well well......
after few years.....i was rushing to my school on a rainy day and in a hurry to catch the bus i took the drainage canal route and as usual fell again into it......now please dont ask me how the experience was...i dint fall into a wine pool....i still feel nauseatic....huh....
then i decided to seriously learn how to swim and always dreamt of wearing those sexy outfits and swim in the blue waters while my drink was waited for me on the bay....
then came my flight journey from colombo where i had to cross the sea while flying....again again....i dint know how to swim and i was sure i was going to become a potential breakfast for the sea animals for a couple of days, if my plane decides not to fly anymore....and atlast thanks the huge turbulance....the plane was shaking as a rollercoster and i almost had a heart-attack....u can read the experience here... (http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/dhadaaam-in-flight.html)
i again decided to take up swimming classes after fainting down and getting up saga....
then came my phuket trip - where i was gearing up myself for snorkelling and the sea visit at phi-phi islands.....the green waters and colourful fish were quite tempting and despite of having a life jacket and save guards...i couldnot swim and apparently i had to go through the shallow waters like a frog- jumping here and there....mind u....i dint swim....but i managed to crawl and jump here and there in the waters.....huh.....
and now i have ample of time and i am, this time, damn serious about learning how to swim and took it as a challenge and bought a swim suit for myself nearly two months ago......wait wait....its not a three piece or seven piece or whatever...anyway am not going to tell what it is like....
my mom was equally excited about my decision to take up swimming classes and for two months she bugged me about me joining the sessions.......and dad, as usual, took it lightly as he knows that am a potential source of income for many gyms and yoga centers in the city where i pay the fee and never show my face....
finally last week, i rushed into this-all-ladies-pool and asked the trainer to teach me how to swim....well she was equally excited about it and took the classes immediately....
then came the moment when i actually went inside the water and realised the story is somewhat different....i could manage to stop breathing inside the water and float....thats it...
my roomy Ms R who also joined the classes with me is now finding the pool too short to swim across...i saw her transforming into a shark from a small fish or a larva of a frog....
and ME....am still floating and struggling to move my hands and legs....i forget to do either of them and being a virgo...i always knew i hated multitasking....
today i asked my trainer if i could swim with only one hand as i am forgetting to move my two legs while moving my two hands...she almost fainet and threw a dirty gaze at me and wondered how would i swim with one hand....then i gave her an option to play the music so that i feel relaxed and might swim....and there she went and played the first ever -swimming class -song for a student like me who is drowning in the floating sessions..and the song was...."bedardi baalma...tujhko...mera mann yaad karta hai"....i apparently fell inside the pool after listening to the song and thanks to my never ending long legs which saved me from hitting the floor....
she punished me and asked me to float again and practice how to flip my legs even while watching tv....now am doing that while writing this blog...
if i am alive and not drowned...i shall come up with another one...ciao
6 comments:
Guys and Gals reading this blog, Madam Swati is getting really emotinal about all this swimming stunt.. first clarity is that ms R is not at all like shark.. well a tadpole is appropriate perhaps but still .. neways, she is one poor soul dragged into the scene by one n only great fren like swati :) n not to mention she is loving it n thankful to dis exciting adventure. thanks Swats! looking forward to new adventures with you... dont worry mrs trainer wud not leave u without u getting both ur hands n legs moving in rhythm one day... ladies n gentlemen i m the only blessed soul in this whoel world who is witnessing this great person learning the great art LIVE :D ...dont be J
Ur getting trained better than what I got!! Imagine being thrown in 12 feet deep pool on the second day itself without any support. Now that's a scary thing :P
Lol.....you know Swathi every achievement of yours makes me feel proud and i at the top of my voice declare to all that there, she is my friend, but what is this? you know for the first time u made me feel ashamed for not learning how to swim..... ish kya hoga? ye mat kehna ki burahpa hai.....
Hi Swats,
Ur blogs r very nice. very frequently (not regularly) i visit ur blog.all of ur blogs r having emotional touch. i like this part in ur blogs. BTW what is IIFM (Indian Institute of Forest Management or Indian (Intnl.) Institute of Financial Markets (Management)).
Btw I work here in SHARJAH, UAE as a mech. engineer n I m frm the great city Hyderabad. Pls write some stuff abt this election campaign in AP.
Good luck with ur swimming n hope u become a shark of waters.
Keep good work going. c ya later.
-Nawaz, Sharjah, UAE
Good. I am not able to get a lady trainer && a swimming pool exclusive for women. That is the reason Annayya is not allowing me to go for swimming. :(
Landed here from chronicwriter.com when the name 'swats' caught my attention... Nice one..
Post reminds me of all my funny dreams and there's a friend of mine who always does that with the gyms..
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