Bumpy floor, Divers galore
Parrying with the majestic sights of Radha beach at Havelock within 30 minutes format won't have passed muster unless the need of the last moment ushered us to the exotic, like anyother place at Havelock, for Scuba diving.
The moment after the consent form signed in, in no time did all put their strips on, wore off binges and buckled up for a would-be-diver spirit.
Divers whooped as they plunged into the shallow of the sea. That was the site where those 45 minutes' session for underdiving headed, ofwhich first 15-20 minutes were reserved for training, enough to ground oneself up while diving.
I'd believed it to be a complicated one but turns out as an easy peasy task anyone could afford to.Yea, exceptions always come in way. Stay away high BP owners, heart disease roomers and their neighbours.
And there I saw the sea in gross by the shallows, all blazing in its clear b'ful blue charm that seemed to have voiced - I'm all defic you'd have ever seen in your life.
We started off, then started over until the conscience gave a go ahead call.
Defying the gravity, unearthing some unexplored hues of thrill, we were completely zeroed into the lit glory of underwater world, Bay of Bengal. The weightlessness, b'ful coral formations, to-ings & fro-ings of lovely marine species, all laid the foundation of that present breath.
While edging towards the seabed, makin' the driveway 30 meters down, some shifts are likely to grasp you up : The heart rate goin' down, blood pressure goin' up alongwith respiratory rate and digestion as the body survives the increased pressure in water than what under the same temperature it encounters in air. More precisely, autonomic nervous system (ANS) is whole affected.
Tank of compressed air toted on back, a hose for carrying air to mouthpiece, a facemask for covering the eyes and nose, regulators that control air flow, gauges that indicate depth and how much air remains in the tank were all the gears that outstretched the strip.
Then, poping the ears for equalising the pressure was another form of tactics that was required to encapsulate the euphoria.
Poping the ears?! Yes. By holding the nostrils close through mask and blowing the nose. So when the head and ears were pained for water pressure squeezed into the sinuses, we'd pop the ears up.
The moment we reached at the limits, I touched the sea bed, standing. Over the bumpy floor, dollops of corals. In front of us, was a hill of coral reef, majestic, cutting above all as far as eyes could see, b'fully adorned with colourful sponges.
There was one place where we weren't surrounded by corals but a clear way across the pitch blue dark sea through which eyes could barely see. And hands together, there goes the most thrilling moment ever God blew breath into inasmuch the only exotic creature I could expect was a hammer hit white shark! Lol. How perky would that be?
Relax. We were far off the grid to meet that holy.
At one time while in Scuba, the trainer would insist in sign language - dangle the body upside down. Only I could prefer was to lean over upon 180 degrees to the seabed,'cause a slight tilt in angling arms would rorate you, you've no idea of.While leaning I recalled that chunk of training -
'If the water drips into you mask, hold it pressing upside, then exhale from the nose.'
' Dripping into the mask?!! '
That was when I'd suppose to be practically applying were I laid upside down. Nevertheless,the drip out practice hopefully went on the off chance to happen.
At photography session, we met clownfish. Steadily it sashayed from it's humble abode, sea anemone. Out then in, slowly. Ensuring the safety out of two paired limbs, in the black strips. Ofcourse he did. Looked like if Mr Nemo was hankerin' after heaven he'd come out on the porch atleast.
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