Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The wind in my hair...sand on my feet...song in my heart....love in my soul

I live in a small town, beside the sea. There are plenty of wide open spaces, lot of fresh air and the blue sea, from every vantage point. From the time I was young I’ve always preferred the picnic to the sea than the drive uphill. My dad’s side of the family had this fascination with hills, the chilly winds and plantations. With my mother’s side, it was always the sea. My maternal grandfather even owned a boat and had a house facing the sea. My rather adventurous uncles managed to get themselves a kayak. Those days it was a rare thing. To own a kayak in Kerala. (There was no need for it ofcourse, when we have kettuvallams) But for some reason they thought it was cool. And believe me it was. It’s very different from a kettuvallam. The technique of manoeuvring the boat is a different ball-game totally. Both required different skills, and one was not better than the other. But perhaps more novel because it was ‘foreign’.
Coming back to the romance with the sea, though all of us (my siblings) like to claim that our predominant genes are from our larger-than-life almost legendary paternal grandfather, my enthralment with the waters must be a genetic thing, that i inherited from my maternal strain.
And my absorption with the sea continued to grow as I grew out of adolescence, puberty, teenage, and early youth. My every fantasy had the sea along with it. My every day-dream featured the deep. At fifteen when I was this gawky teenager, with curly short hair, braces and stick like legs, not to mention dark and waif-like, I used to imagine that I would one day become this nymph. I would see myself (the model in the Old Spice ad that used to come on television in the early eighties). I would imagine that it I would look like this suntanned beauty with long straight hair. But even then, I preferred my hair black(the Old Spice model was a blonde) and in my dreams even though I had this awesome figure I still wore my sarong, never cared much for the bikinis. I would emerge from the waters, and slowly walk towards the shore. ...never got to dream further than that...but like I was saying it had the sea in the back ground.
And as I grew older, though I never became the Old Spice model, not even close(my legs changed from sticks to cellulite endowed). My reverie changed drastically. But the sea faithfully remained. I saw myself as this average built person who was happy about how she looked, even though she wore shapeless shorts and absolutely unflattering T-shirt, not bothered about her unwaxed legs, but just happy to be...with the wind in her hair, the sand on her feet, hands stretched out wide. The smile on her face reflected the simple joy of who she has become, and everything she believed in. Happy with life and most of all, always surrounded by this love-that-knows-no-bounds, kind of a feeling. It was picture perfect. This has remained my day dream till date. And the sea still remains in the back ground.
However , I may one day build a house on a cliff-top and have my very own, room-with-a-view. I may grow old to become a grandmother (still with my sarong) who walks the beach barefoot collecting shells with my grandchildren. And I pray that the sea still remains. Azure and blue.
Even if I mange to do all that, it’s the scene from the day dream that continues to fascinate me. It’s my perfect picture postcard. A snapshot frozen in time, of a life well lived and living.... (Sometimes I do feel the person I become when I am here (BlogSpot) is pretty close to what I want to be on the beach on that perfect day. )
Don’t know if it’s merely a fancy, a wishful thinking perhaps maybe even a distant dream. But I have made this promise to myself....the next time I am on the beach....my day dream will become a reality. Even if it means it will take another year, or a few, or maybe even a decade to visit the beach again!

13 comments:

Chronicwriter said...

i remember my college days in rajagiri cochin.. used to have fun in the boats in the coll backwaters

Chriz said...

guess i commented with my email id... this is my url

Jee2 said...

hmmm..eye need to find my connection with the sea 2... eye always end up near the beach and thats the place eye been always comfortable with 2...hmmm now eye see my link with you 2..

Shalini George said...

Thankyou Chriz,
Yeah college days are a blast, coupled with the sea and the boat...nothing like it.

Jithu, it's fantastic to be a water person.Have good day!

Quicksilver said...

hey, this is weird. i mean, the coincidence. there's not a single dream of mine (From the time i can remember) that didnt have the sea in it. "My every fantasy had the sea along with it. My every day-dream featured the deep." Goodness! i alomost thought i had written this ;)

Shalini George said...

I could say, we are connected...but that would sound soooooooo vague. So i'll stick to 'this is really wierd' :) But good wierd!!

Anand said...

Hey.. how be u?
Hadn't I promised I'd be back to read more of urs? Here I am. N' I wasnt disappointed.

Living in a small town facing the sea, a boat for luxury is wot my idea of heaven is. U r one of the lucky ones.

Keep writing. We bloggers need a lot of encouraging, don't we?
Anand. :-)

Shalini George said...

Hello Anand! Good to see u back. Of course, we bloggers thrive on encouragement. I started blogging because of a very encouraging friend... and how be you..lemme check out your space just about now...

Anand said...

Hey,
Thanx for your comments on my blog, really.
It made all the difference. I want u to read this ->
Hugs, Donation and Angels in Disguise
.
Because of YOU a lotta people smiled when they were hugged.
Because of YOU someone will get educated..someone who needs it the most.All because of YOU.
YOU are an angel in disguise and I'm honoured to know you.
Friends?
Anand :-)

mikimbizi said...

nice bit.. really vivid, but I'm not a sea person so cant relate much ;)

Shalini George said...

You're the hill person then? then i should hear a hill song from you some day....

mathew said...

reading some of your posts and really liked it..there is music underneath the way you write...

Binds said...

Hey Shal, That was interesting...I really liked your style of writing..Gr8 job girl!! Keep blogging :).
Bindiya