Sitting alone on
our knees, face to face on the white sea bed, Tim tells me to take off my BCD.
I can’t say a word but look at him apprehensively. He is asking for too much
and I barely know him. But over the last few hours, I have come to trust this
stranger. Slowly I unstrap and unhook all my releases. I let go off all my
hesitations. I keep looking at him straight into those eyes while I slowly take
off my BCD and keep the most essential piece in my mouth. The piece that
keeps me alive.
Three months back
when my friend told me about backpacking through Thailand, I yawned. But the
moment she mentioned scuba, I had my ears glued. Then instead of just doing a
fun dive, I wanted to get a scuba license for myself. Everyone who has scuba-ed
told me about how amazing and incredible an experience it was. Nobody told me
you need to go through theory and practical before you actually get out and
dive!
It is day 2 of my
course, and I can’t remember when was the last time I was this nervous.
Yesterday, my first dive, was a complete disaster. After our theory classes and
review test when we got onto the dive boat, I got my first chance to wear my
dive suit and put on my BCD. *Oh by the way, BCD stands for
Buoyancy Control Device. It is the black vest that keeps everything connected,
the air cylinder, all the regulators etc. and primarily helps in keeping
one buoyant. Basically in layman terms, inflating it so one can stay afloat.*
We did a 12m dive and I was petrified beyond my own belief! As soon as I
descended, I started to panic. Multiple times actually. Each time I panicked, I
showed Tim the thumbs up sign. I wanted to go up. I just could not stand the
saline dryness in my throat. I couldn't stand the infinite sea around. But each
time I panicked, he would come over to me and signal me to take in deep
breathes. Weirdly it worked every time. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't
scared. This was the scariest thing I had ever done. I vaguely remember seeing
some beautiful things around me but for most part of the dive I was just
following Tim’s bubble trail with his flippers right on my face.
The first time I
saw Tim was at the institute. A young lanky bespectacled German boy with
longish golden hair. Initially, I wasn't sure about trusting him with my life
but then he had 15 years of dive experience. Hmmmm.
Today we were back
again for the confined water dive. After practising some basic scuba skills
like swimming without the mask on, buoyancy control etc. we moved a bit deeper
to work on more skills.
So here we were,
Tim, my dive instructor and me at 5m underwater (u/w), on the ocean floor
practising the curriculum laid by PADI and required for an Open Water Diver
license. We were off shore near Ao Lewk beach, Koh Tao. I try hard to focus on
whatever Tim is signalling me to do. But the school of white goat fish nibbling
at my legs, keeps me distracted.
Finally it was time
to take off the BCD unit. With the regulator in my mouth, I tried to mentally
recall the instructions he had given me. Unhook all releases, placed it in
front of me and then wear it again. As easy as it sounded, as easy it wasn’t.
Once I removed the BCD, it kept struggling to float up to the surface because
of the air cylinder attached. With the regulator held tightly in my mouth I
wrestled my best to keep the unit below me and wear it again. There! OK. It
wasn’t so tough.
From here we moved
to our dive site for the day. Today I had to make my second 12m dive.
As I descend into
the dark blue water, I had the most uneasy feeling. It was a mixture of
nervousness, uncertainty and excitement all meshed together in weird degrees.
In my mind I was supposed to be gliding alongside pretty fish, turtles and
Whale Sharks maybe. But here I was containing fear in each of those continuous
air bubbles that I let out. What if I sneeze, what if my air pipe blocks
mysteriously, what if my ears don’t pop, what if *anything that could possibly
go wrong*. As I held onto that rope which disappeared into the infinity below,
thoughts like ‘why am I doing it’ kept popping. But as I slowly descended
towards the end of the rope, the only thing to pop were my ears. I was nearly
at 12m now and still a bit nervous. After finishing some basic exercises on the
sea bed, we head towards the reef for the fun part of the dive.
Today I was much
more comfortable, and Tim, much more receptive. He kept close and at one point
even led me by my hand. I think it really helped. By now I had got used to the
dry salty feeling in my mouth, the weightlessness, the claustrophobic feeling
and strange silence.
I kept breathing
rhythmically. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Funny how this is the basic
principle of everything, whether trekking at high altitude or diving in the
deep sea, it was all about the breathing.
As I floated over
the reef, Tim turns around and points at something below. If it wasn't for the
mask, my eyes would have popped out of my head right there. Right ahead in the
clear water ahead was a grouper. The first two words that comes into my mind
are ugly and humongous. Brown with a weird mix of black spots and strips, it
has a shape which in human terms we could call apple shaped with a big hanging
lower lip. And it was huge. Maybe as big as me or bigger. And yeah I am
quite big.
But that is the
thing about diving, there are so many things around to gawk at and you don’t
know what might just surprise you from across the reef. I was loving this
delicious suspense.
For the first time
in two days I was actually observing the landscape and life around me. On the
corals below were colourful miniature christmas tree like projections in red,
blue, yellow, orange, white. Think CANDY CRUSH. I stopped to take a look at it
when Tim turns around and runs his hand over them and just like that, in the
most synchronised fashion they twist and close, swish swish swish! It was like
that scene from Avatar where he goes touching the plants and they go retract.
JUST LIKE THAT!
The land here, the
reef with corals- fanned, egg shaped, pockmarked in vibrant colours and in
varied sizes made me feel minuscule in an infinite underwater forest. Just when
the deep meditative thoughts come around, you see a cute little fish pout at
you and look on curiously. At one point it was
literally like being in the middle of a fish market. Lot of fish. Yellow,
white, red, grey, black all going crisscross as if in a busy market tending to
their chores, with each one in a hurry to be somewhere. I think it was insane.
I wish I had my camera to capture all this. *sighh*
I look around for
Tim, he had moved just a bit ahead and was upside down, looking for something
under the big rocks. He signals me to come down at the bottom. There under the
rock was a big sting ray chilling in his cosy den looking straight at us. This
was just getting crazier and in the midst of all this I had almost forgotten
why I had been scared all this while.
After gliding
around for a while, he signals me to go up.
I turned around for
one more look. It was like a moving canvas. Shades of blue dotted with mushroom
like reefs and a splash of colours all over.
We swim up slowly
making our acclimatization stops on the way. As soon as we surface I gasp for
some fresh air.
He tells me we have
been down there for 40 minutes. 40 MINUTES! Felt like 10 really. It is so easy
to lose track of time down there. Time and space literally ceases to exist. It
was pure joy. No wonder people say diving is so meditative.
Laying afloat
there, I realized that this is the point where I overcame my fear of depth and
I think… I actually fell in love with the ocean as well!
As for Tim, with
the amount of whining and crying I did, I am surprised he didn't put extra
weights on my waist and let me sink to the bottom….like forever! He was more
patient than even my mom has EVER been. And something I learnt from all this
was that it is very important to trust. One, to trust the person you dive with.
And second, trust yourself. The day 1 dive was so difficult for me because I
did not trust him or myself at all. On day 2, I started my dive by telling him
that I trust him completely and I forced myself to believe it too. And it
worked. Fear exists only in the mind. Your body WILL do, what the mind tells it
to do.
So whether it is
swimming with eyes closed and without my mask on (I wear lenses so can’t open
my eyes u/w) with him or taking off my BCD anytime, anywhere, I trust
him completely!
PS*- My next two
dives of 18 m each went fabulous. I cleared my theory and practicals and am now
a PADI certified Open Water Diver! Yayiee!! And yes I plan to do my advance
course as well real soon, in Koh Tao, with Easy Divers and hopefully with Tim!
<The End>
Footnotes:
·
PADI
stands for Professional Association of Diving Instructors (PADI)
and is the world's largest recreational diving membership and diver
training organization.
·
You
should know how to swim if you want the certificate. If someone tells you, you
can get a license without knowing how to swim. Don’t listen to them. Before the
dive, they will test your swimming capabilities and ask you to swim for 200m at
least. You don’t need to be athlete though.
·
I chose
Easy Divers, because they dive in small groups which is important because you
get more attention. In my case, I was the only one with Tim and there were
other divers with me with their instructors. Plus, they are good.
·
I chose
to dive in Koh Tao, Thailand because one, it is cheaper (much cheaper than
Andaman or Lakshadweep), second it has some great marine life, the weather is
great for diving for most part of the year and I love Koh Tao as an island. It
has the best beaches, best food, best cafes, best everything!!