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Saturday 12 May 2012

Neutral Buoyancy - Chapter 5: No Tigers in Africa?????

February 2012, Aliwal Shoal, near Durban, South Africa

I found myself with a week-end in South Africa (again!!!) during a work-related trip and this time I decided to go down to Durban, rather the regular Cape Town jaunt that I did on previous week-end breaks. Now Durban is famous for 2 things (in my mind) - the Bunny Chow and some spectacular diving! So I did the natural thing and started to look around for dive centers. One of my colleagues, Tiago Machado was also free for the weekend and joined forces with me on this trip.

Diving booked, hotel sorted (got the concierge at my hotel in Johannesburg, to transfer my room for the weekend), car hired and both of us happy to split up the 6 hour drive each way between us - we took off.

We showed up at the Umkomaas Dive Lodge at Aliwal Shoal early the next morning, not really knowing what to expect. There had been some talk of diving with the sharks - but the details had been ambiguous till that point - cage/no cage/soft cage, what kind of sharks etc. I had not dived in over 6 months and had put on some weight in this time, so was anxious around my buoyancy control. Tiago had not dived since he was 18 - so fairly more anxious than I was. Tiago agreed to come along with me and maybe do a simple reef dive as a refreshar, but was not feeling up to a shark dive and was going to stay on the boat.

During the briefing, we realised that there would be a soft cage (made of nylon fish-net) if one wanted it and they also said that if a shark was to go for you, then the soft cage would not provide any prptection, so it was only psychological. The way in which the brief was delivered made me feel that only wimps went for the cage!!!

We waded through a fairly murky river and loaded ourselves on to the boat (we were warned to stay close whilst wading through the river as there were small bull sharks around which may mistake your legs for something else and try to take a bite!!!). Needless to say, we made quick work of getting on to the boat. The boat took us out to a dive site called Howard's castle, where the 'chum bucket' was dropped along with a large Dorado carcass to attract the sharks and we went out to another site for a warm-up reef dive - while the chum bucket did it's job and attracted the sharks. The reef dive was nice enough and we saw loads of fish, but our minds were all the time focussed on the on upcoming shark dive.

By the time, we finished the dive, got on to the boat and went back to the spot where we had dropped the chum bucket - we were gutted to find that that the bucket and thhe carcass were untouched. The Dive coordinators then suggested that we went around the site in the boat with the engine revving (to make noise) and dropping the chum from the bucket around (to spread the scent). We did this for about 30 minutes but still no sharks. We were gutted! All this effort and no results. The Dive master started pulling the chum bucket out and preparing to leave, when we saw a huge shadow pass under the boat.

The Dive master lowered the chum bucket immediately and the trampoline to 12m and announced "Guys, we have tigers in the water." There were 5 of us in the group and we got kitted up and dove into the water and followed the line down to the trampoline, which we were told to hold on to (as they wanted us to stay together and stray away aftre all, it was a group with different levels of diving competence). When I reached the trampoline, I saw 2 large tiger sharks circling around and taking the occassional bite out of the chum bucket. The bigger of these two was at least 5 meters long and the other just over 4 meters. I then saw 3 smaller tigers join them, initially swimming in an outer circle (almost as if they were trying to assess the pattern establushed by the bigger two, so they knew when there was abreak for them to go in for a bite). After a while, the bigger tigers slowed down their frequency of coming in to the chum bucket, at which point the smaller tigers (between 2.5 to 3 meters) started coming in more for their share.

The bigger Tigers then started circling around the area and often coming in close to the group for a better inspection of the tourists. However, I must add that at no point did I feel threatened or at risk. Moreover, the safety divers who were with us (around 3 of them) would immediately swim betwen the shark and us at any point that it seemed like the shark may come closer than 5 meters. By saying this, I do not want to undermine the risk of the situation in any way. The closest land equivalent that I can think of is standing in the middle of the jungle, around 5 meters from a pride of lions, who were being attracted to us because we were hanging out a deer carcass for them to feed on. The only point I am trying to make is that although the overall situation was very intimidating, the dive was managed very well by the dive coordinators and I for one, did not feel lie I was under threat.

Video - http://youtu.be/YHk7HtV_ya0


Photos - https://www.facebook.com/media/set/set=a.10150585275072887.384666.704152886&type=1&l=cdc4a95acf

Here is an excerpt from Wikipedia on Tiger Sharks - 'The tiger shark, Galeocerdo cuvier, is a species of requiem shark and the only member of the genus Galeocerdo. Commonly known as sea tiger, the tiger shark is a relatively large macropredator, capable of attaining a length of over 5 m (16 ft). It is found in many tropical and temperate waters, and is especially common around central Pacific islands. Its name derives from the dark stripes down its body which resemble a tiger's pattern, which fade as the shark matures.


The tiger shark is a solitary, mostly nocturnal hunter. Its diet includes a wide variety of prey, ranging from crustaceans, fish, seals, birds, squid, turtles, and sea snakes; to dolphins and even other smaller sharks. The tiger shark is considered a near threatened species due to finning and fishing by humans.


While the tiger shark is considered to be one of the sharks most dangerous to humans, the attack rate is surprisingly low according to researchers. The tiger is second on the list of number of recorded attacks on humans, with the great white shark being first. They often visit shallow reefs, harbors and canals, creating the potential for encounter with humans.'

Hanging on to the trampoline for about 50 minutes, watching the Tigers circling around and swooping in to take a bite from the chum bucket was a mersmerising sight, due to the gentle grace with which they moved in the water. I have to add that the chum bucket was a 3 ft blue plastic barrel, which disappeared into the mouths of the bigger two on multiple occassions - just to give you an idea of the size of the Tiger's bite.

The sight of the big Tiger coming in to bite off the Dorado carcass and the way she swung her head (and the whole body responding) to free the carcass from the rope it was tethered to,with the gills quivering as she strained herself was just awesome.

You are supposed to surface when you have arond 50 bars left on your tank, so you always have air in reserve for emergencies. But since it was a simple ascent that required no decompression time - I hung on till I had about 20 bar left and then surfaced with great regret at the spectacle being over. As I hauled myself on to the boat, I was filled with realisation that this was probably one the most incredible experiences that i would have in my life (certainly a story, I'd tell to many).

Oh! Did I mention that once we saw the Tigers under the boat, Tiago decided that he was not going to sit on the boat and joined us for the dive.

Saturday 28 April 2012

Neutral Buoyancy - Chapter 4: Scuba in Cuba!

December 2010: Playa Coral Reef, Cuba

Scuba in Cuba was a mixed bag. Our Cuba holiday (Dec 2010) did not have diving in the itinerary. Sudha and I laboured for months in getting the itinerary just right with the right mix of things for everyone to do. (Okay - more Sudha than I and it did feel like months). This was a family holiday to an exotic destination and we were going with our good friends - Dhileep, Subha & Viggy.

The plan was to soak up the culture and sights of Havana (la Habana), before we spent a few days in the hills of Vinales and finally settled in at the beach resort of Varadero for much needed R&R and enjoy the sun and sand, before returning back to the harsh London winter (and harsh it was that year, with the snow causing havoc and cancellations of several flights).

So when we arrived at our resort at Varadero (strongly recommend the Iberostar - really great place), it was a pleasant surprise to see a sign for Barracuda Dive center running organised dives from the hotel. So I immediately busied myself, in talking Sudha into letting Arjun and I dive and also managed to talk Dhileep and Viggy into joining us. Wow! what a wonderful surprise - being able to add a  day of diving to what was already shaping to be a great holiday. The dive master told us that we will be taking a coach ride to the south coast of Cuba and going out into the Caribbean sea, as the seas of the North Coast (Gulf of Mexico) was quite choppy and they expected poor conditions. I was secretly jumping for joy - diving in the Caribbean sea!

The next day, however, when we started off - we were told that the weather on the North Coast had cleared up and the predictions were for clear and calm waters later in the day and therefore that is where we were headed. Still - diving in the gulf of Mexico - cant be that bad!

However, that was just this sign of things to come. We went out for our first dive walking through the rocky beach, (in which quite a few of us suffered cuts and bruises) in separate groups based on our level of experience. The water was extremely choppy and the beach was filled with sharp stones (did I say that already?), making the entry in very difficult, especially with the BCD, tank and the weight belts, whilst holding our fins in our hands. It was a relief, when we put on our fins and started swimming out - or so I thought!

I clearly hadn't counted on the waves being so strong and incessant. The group did not make much progress swimming on the surface, so the dive master asked us to descend, as there was a chance that the effect of the waves would be weaker below. However, we had hardly gone out much and therefore were at a depth of 3-4m - which meant that the effect of the waves was still quite strong and we ended up having to hold on to rocks and corals on the bed as we crawled forward (whch resulted in further cuts and bruises on our hands). We ended up letting ourselves be swept by the receding water, thereby going further out to sea and holding on to rocks and corals, each time the tide came in - thereby ensuring that we were not swept back towards shore by the waves. It was interesting to observe fish behaviour under these circumstances - they managed to stay pretty much at the same spot, but would turn to face away from the direction that the water was coming from - almost seconds before I could feel the push and pull of the water. So I started making my moves based on what the fish were doing, before I felt the water - worked well for some time.

What made the conditions worse, was that we crawled our way into a trench (not too deep) to achieve some depth (still no deeper than 8-10 m) and in this trench the effect of the waves was amplified, knocking  a few of us on the rocky walls. At times, the wave was so strong that the corals that we held on to, snapped off - resulting in being dragged, tossed and desperately clawing at the walls to get a grip. In all this hulabaloo, the group found themselves widely dispersed and as a result, the dive master ended up asking couple of experienced divers (which included me???) to hold on on to other 4 divers, whilst he went and collected the others and rejoined the group.

By the time the group was back together, some of the divers were so exhausted and hurt that they just wanted to go back and therefore that is what we did. The whole ordeal lasted for about 35-40 minutes and I was glad when it was over - but we still had the walk along the rocky beach to deal with.

All in all - not a very enjoyable dive - but very educational. I was also deeply disappointed for Dhileep and Viggy, for whom this could not have been a very pleasant first dive experience (although they were in a different group) compared to the tranquil conditions that I had my first dives in. Arjun seemed quite unfazed by the whole experience.

Despite my misgivings, we went out for a second dive - but that was again just more of the same.

I am so looking forward to diving in some calm waters now...

Saturday 19 February 2011

Neutral Buoyancy - Chapter 3: Sharm el Sheikh, Red Sea, Egypt

October-November 2010, Sharm el Sheikh, Red Sea, Egypt:















After my last diving experience in Australia, it was clear to me that diving was something that I really enjoyed and the best way for me to continue with diving was to get my Open Water Diver certification. This would enable me to buddy up with other certified divers and dive under the supervision of a Divemaster. I would no longer have to pay the high fees for an Instructor and also be able to explore some of less-explored parts of the dive site i.e. not be just confined to the training grounds. But almost a whole year had gone by (I had been quite busy at work, travelling between UK, South Africa and Colombia) and I had just not been able to firm up my next dive. With my 40th birthday, just around the corner – Sudha decided to give me a birthday gift that I will cherish for a long time. She booked a 8 day holiday for me at Sharm el Sheikh at a lovely all-inclusive resort and also booked me on an ‘Open Water Diver’ and an ‘Advanced Open Water Diver’ course with one of the top Dive schools. As I had promised Arjun (see brief mention in the last blog), that I will take him along on when he was 13 (and he was now) – I managed to get Arjun included in the all-inclusive and the OWD course as well.

Diving at Sharm el Sheikh actually meant diving at Ras Mohamed National Park, which comprises of a very thin strip of land at the southern tip of the Sinai peninsula at the northern end of the Red Sea. In itself a peninsula, Ras Mohamed is a national park bordered to the west by the relatively shallow waters of the Gulf of Suez where the maximum depth is 80 meters (260 feet), and to the east by the deep waters of the Gulf of Aqaba. The water at Gulf of Aqaba reaches depths of up to 1,860 meters (6,100 feet) as this is the beginning of the enormous cleavage in the earth’s crust which separates the African and Eurasian continental plates. To the north of Ras Mohamed, lies the resort town of Sharm el Sheikh which is about 12 kilometers (7.5 miles) away. Directly to the south lies the vast expanse of the Red Sea which is bordered to the west by the African coast to the east and by the Arabian peninsula.

Getting away from London towards the end of October, was a welcome break in itself. Coming out of the air-conditioned airport at Sharm el Sheikh, the warm air just soaks over you like a hot towel being wrapped around and you can feel your lungs expand to accommodate as much of the lovely warm air as you can take in. We were pleasantly surprised at the hotel to see that the dive school had an office in the lobby, where we registered – just after check-in. The man at the dive-school desk saw my all-inclusive wrist-band and warned me about drinking before diving. Hmmm.... still a small price to pay! Arjun and I went pretty crazy at the dinner buffet – what a spread! There was a fairly decent band playing and we joined in with the chorus every now and then.

The next morning, we met Alaa El din (Alladin), who was to be our dive instructor, at the Dive Centre. Alladin was a young (about 35), confident man with an air of someone who has seen it all, but the most charming and humble demeanour. Over the next few days, Arjun and I got to know Alladin quite well and he, us. Alladin was born in Alexandria, dropped out of school when he was 7-8 and came away to Sharm el Sheikh, as was his dream. Over time he had worked for most of the Dive Centres in various capacities, right from the boy who packs and transports the boxes, to the guy on the boat, who helps with the mooring, anchoring etc, to accompanying people on dives and progressed from being a novice diver to ‘Master Instructor’. He speaks Arabic, English, Russian, Polish, Spanish and Italian fluently and is instantly recognised on any of the piers, boats or beaches and I can say this now – is an extremely good dive instructor. I think we just got incredibly lucky to have got Alladin as our instructor. Alladin is also the Technical Director of the dive centre and naturally, we got the best service and equipment by the dive centre team as we were with him. Moreover, we were accompanied by Rami, an assistant Diving instructor, on all our dives. Rami was shadowing Alladin to earn his credentials towards becoming a full Instructor.

The course also contains a ‘knowledge development’ module which involves going through manuals, videos and an exam. I negotiated with Alladin, that we would do this after-hours when we were back in our hotel room, rather than during the day – thereby maximising the time we had in the water. After all, we were there for this course and I really could not go partying in town with a 13 year old – so may as well put the evenings to good use! This arrangement actually gave us an extra day of Open water diving. It’s good to deal with someone who understands the reason why people dive – Alladin agreed, but wanted to be satisfied about our ability to handle ourselves in the water. Alladin took us directly to a dive site called ‘Shark’s bay’, where we got our kit on and in the shallow, calm waters of the bay, he went through the basic skills. This was my third time going through the basics, but I was quite pleased to see that Arjun was coping with all the exercises quite well – much better than I did on my first attempt. To be honest, I was a bit concerned about how Arjun would take to diving and if he did not like it, then that would pretty much put the damper on his holiday – but fortunately, it seemed to be going well so far. There were a few new skills exercises that I had not done before, but fairly straightforward. Alladin then took us a bit deeper to around 6m and then made us do all the exercises again – we coped fairly well. He also tested our swimming (300m) and floating (10 mins) skills – nothing extreme, just enough to determine if we had basic swimming abilities. Post lunch on the first day, we waded in from the shore into the depths (12m) of Shark’s bay. Given the name, it is likely that there may have been sharks here at one time – but today, there were none to be seen. We did see loads of fish, some amazing coloured corals and also an eagle ray and a moray eel. Although, it was not strictly necessary, Alladin started us off with the healthy practice of including a 3 minute safety stop during our ascent at 5-6 meters on every dive. I had a great time, but my biggest pleasure came from watching Arjun enjoy himself under the water. He was a natural - my fears were completely unfounded. In the evening, we actually did what we promised to (probably because I did not want set Arjun a bad example and he had no choice!) and crammed through the manuals and completed the theory exercises. We realised the next day, that it had been quite useful, as some of the things that Alladin was telling us began to fall into place and we agreed to stick to this practice.

The next day, we went out by boat (a nice little luxury number, as they all were, with on-board toilets, wash rooms and kitchen facilities) to a dive site called ‘The Temple’. I have no idea why it was called that, but for the first time I was up on the sun-deck, out in the middle of the sea, with clear blue skies, crystal clear shimmering waters, the morning sun warming up the body and spirit – I did feel close to god. Once again the dive was wonderful – I am unfortunately getting a bit repetitive with my words about the fish and the corals – so I will only mention anything new from now on. On this dive, we also saw a few lion fish. Oh! Did I mention the corals? – red, green, blue, purple, yellow – as varied and colourful as the fish. Our second dive on this day was at a site called ‘Ras Katty’, where went down to depth of 12m with a bottom time of 47 minutes.

On our third day, we again went out by boat to a site called the ‘Lagoon South’. This was a picturesque site where a natural lagoon was formed between two coral reefs, far away from the mainland. The waters in the lagoon were so calm, that we could have been in an swimming pool, albeit one of the most beautiful swimming pools ever. The density of fish in this lagoon were quite high and some of the specials we spotted were parrotfish and a spotted ray. The second dive of the day was at ‘Woodhouse Reef’. There was a mild current here and Alladin explained that we would be doing a ‘drift dive’ here. This basically meant that rather than fight the current, we would allow ourselves to be carried by the current along the reef and come up at a point where the current was weak and the boat would pick us from that spot, as they would be following us on the surface, providing surface supervision. This was a wholly enjoyable experience – I felt a bit like the turtle cruising the EAC in ‘Finding Nemo’. We descended quickly after jumping into the water and at a point I could feel the current get me and it was a bit hard to not resist. I then saw Arjun’s face and he looked like he had just got on a roller coaster – full of glee and abandon. I then decided to give in to the flow and then were just going along for the ride, buzzing through the scenery with the current ‘swimming for us’. Alladin stayed close to us at all times and we were always followed by Rami. Then at one point, Alladin motioned to us to follow him, kicking hard against the current – which we did and soon found ourselves out of the current. At this point, Alladin inflated a buoy he had in his kit and let it float up – that was the marker for the boat to find us.

On the fourth day, we went by boat to a site called ‘Ras Nasrani’, one of the more popular dive sites at Sharm. This was to be a drift dive as well, but also included briefly going into a cave. This reef had a steep wall to the south and an gradually sloping plateau to the north and a fairly strong current around the corner. The plateau, the wall and the reef have some spectacular corals and many fish. This time I also noticed medium sized fish like the tuna, barracuda and jackfish waiting in the current, for a smaller fish caught in the current to come straight to them. The cave we swam through was a bit disappointing as it lasted for only couple of minutes and had plenty of sunlight. Arjun tells me that only I could have found something to complain about on that dive. Boys! They are so easily pleased... On this day, however, I began to notice how comfortable both Arjun and I were and how the constant instructions from Alladin had become less frequent and how all the skills that we awkwardly started off learning on the shallow waters of the shore were now becoming second nature. I realised that this course with its mix of skills training, theory lessons and practical diving experience was a pretty effective one. During this time, I had progressed leaps and bounds in achieving neutral buoyancy – it still took me some work but I had got to a point, where I could just stay suspended in water at the same spot (give a or take a few inches, OK, Arjun - maybe a foot!) and control my depth level by just my breathing. The skills I found really hard to master involved taking the BCD (Buoyancy Control Device) jacket off and then putting it back on again underwater and taking my weight belt off and putting it on again underwater. In the first I found that once I had the jacket off, I was too heavy with the weight belt on and would descend whilst the BCD and tank would float upwards – pulling it down, controlling it and getting it on, I found required a lot more strength than I had thought. It was exactly the other way around when I took off my weight belt, which would immediately sink towards the bottom, whilst I buoyed by the BCD and tank would float upwards. Basic underwater navigation was something that both Arjun and I enjoyed.

This completed our Open Water Diver course and we just had to complete our test that evening to get certified – which we did. We were certified Open Water Divers!

Over the next 3 days, I would go through my Advanced Diver course – whilst Arjun would come along and either dive with Rami or snorkel – as he pleased and/or as per Rami’s availability. My main motivation in going for the Advanced diver certification was the depth it let me go to – 30m! And to qualify as an advanced diver, I had to complete the ‘Advanced underwater navigation’, ‘Deep adventure’ dives and three other advanced dives that I selected with Alladin. As one of my main reasons for diving was to see and enjoy the splendour of the underwater flora and fauna, I picked the ‘Underwater naturalist’. Alladin suggested the ‘Boat dive’ and an ‘Advanced Drift Drive’ as they were fundamental for technical reasons and would be useful wherever I went. On this course, we also met up with another group – 3 dentists from the US who were also doing their Advanced Diver course. It was good fun and a lot of cheerful banter through the day.

On day 1, we went out by boat to ‘Jackfish Alley’. This site begins on a sheer wall. The early section of the wall is very porous, with lots of small holes and crevices, boasting a couple of penetrable caves, each featuring separate exit and entrance holes. We dropped off and descended around mid-way of the wall and proceeded southward, where the wall gave way to a sandy plateau at around 20 meters, well covered with coral heads and outcrops. After widening out considerably, this plateau narrows at its southern end to form a small channel or alley. Further out from the wall, there was a second, deeper plateau at around 30 m, which we did not go to. We saw loads of Jackfish and some stingrays and it was easy to see how this site got its name. This was an advanced drift dive with Alladin acting as the line-handler who had a surface float attached to him, which enabled the boat to follow us. The second dive of the day was at ‘Ras Ghozlani’. This site lies at the mouth of Marsa Bereka, the large shallow bay that nearly separates Ras Mohamed itself from the Sinai mainland. The reef follows the shoreline at the bay's northern point; a sheer but shallow inshore wall gives way to a sloping patchy reef face reaching 15 meters (50 feet) depth. It's hardly worth listing the vast array of coral at this site. If it exists in the Red Sea, you'll find it here. Fish life is abundant all across the reef in a riot of scintillating colour. This is one of the nicest spots on the Sinai coast when it comes to small reef species, which is why Alladin picked this site for our ‘Underwater Naturalist’ dive. Unlike the popular crowded sites, this superb site is not visited by hordes of divers every day so its delicate beauty is better preserved.

On day 2, The first dive of the day was at ‘Ras Katy’, which turned out to be a lovely shallow dive, plenty to see, Alladin also showed us where the mantis shrimp lived, who managed to make an appearance on cue. Likewise with a huge Moray eel, who had popped his head out of his rocky shelter when we arrived. This dive was for the advanced underwater navigation section and it made sense to choose a fairly shallow and calm site. It was not until, Alladin asked us some basic questions that I realised how disoriented we were. I realised then that had Alladin not been constantly around, I would have been completely lost. This was a pretty difficult course and called on all my faculties to be exercised. One had to figure out how to estimate distances, establish topographical reference points, maintain direction using the compass navigation and not screw it up by variations in one’s kick-cycle, compensate for natural water movement. Most of these, we do without even thinking when we are on the surface – but it is a completely alien world down there. I seriously felt that this was an extremely useful session for me and gave me some confidence about being able to at least try to find my way underwater. We had a on-board tutorial session by Alladin that afternoon and how to use some of the more advanced diving equipment – like dive computers, but also what to do when the dive computer fails.

On day 3, we first went to Gordon Reef, for the ‘Deep dive’. I was to descend to a depth of 33m - 35 m and then come up. Now I had read up on deep diving and found the prospect of ‘going deep’ quite attractive, exciting and mysterious. At the same time, I did have creeping fears of Nitrogen Narcosis and wondered how I would react. In preparation for this dive, Alladin asked me to add up 2 four digit numbers on the boat and timed me; he got me to finish off the bottle of water I was drinking and closed it tightly and put it in his pocket and then finally, he put an object into one of his pockets without showing me what it is. During the dive, we gradually descended to the depth of 34m along the wall of the reef, and held on to a ledge staying at the depth for a minute, just taking in the sights. I was quite surprised at how everything looked dull blueish/purplish – not darker per se, but as through I was seeing through a coloured glass. Alladin then gave me his whiteboard and asked me to add up two different four digit numbers on the boat and timed me. He then showed me the bottle, which has completely collapsed into itself, due to the pressure (made me shudder to think that could have been my lungs, without the SCUBA kit) – he filled it up with air from his regulator and it expanded back to it’s original shape. He finally showed me the object he had in his pocket and asked me to write down what I thought it was. This was a roundish (like a burger) object, with a purplish-yellowish smooth shell on both sides and the middle was a purple fluffy mass. Now having read about the effect on colours at depth, I knew I was not seeing the real colour of this object, so I guessed that this may be the bud of cotton, with it’s shell still on at the sides. Alladin put the object in my pocket and asked me to look at it when we were back on the boat. The maths exercise was to check if my reactions slowed down at the depth, due to nitrogen narcosis – it did not. (Does that mean that I can still do math when I am a bit tipsy?); The bottle was to demonstrate the effects of pressure and he showed it to me on the boat – the bottle was rock-hard, with the air in it pushing against the sides. Alladin unscrewed the top and it flew off the bottle for over 30 feet. Finally he asked me to look at the object in my pocket. It was a bright red tomato – of which he had taken the skin off just in the middle. For the second dive of the day, we went to ‘Jackson Reef’ for a technical boat dive. More than the dive itself, this turned out to be more of a technical briefing on various aspects of boat diving – types of boats, names for different parts of a boat, checking safety/emergency equipment, boat dive preparation, boarding, diving, and ascending procedures etc. There was a dive too, but nothing very different to our previous dives, as most of them were boat dives as well. But this gave us a lot more appreciation for what the crew of the boat used to do in supporting us with the dive.

We were now ready to come back home – mission accomplished and certificates in hand!

On the flight back home, I wondered about how I felt about diving, now that I knew more about it. My love for diving comes directly from an inner peace, tranquillity and a fullness of spirit that is unique to the sport and experienced nowhere else. It derives from a sense of belonging and harmony in what one would normally consider to be a hostile environment. I’m drawn to the water and I want to embrace the adventure and sense of awe. These feelings are what initially attracted me to diving and they are as fresh today as they were on my very first dive. With the conclusion of every dive I only look forward with enthusiasm to the next!

For more images of our water escapades at Sharm el Sheikh, check out -
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Next Stop: Playa Coral Reef, Cuba

Neutral Buoyancy - Chapter 2: The Great Barrier Reef, Australia

December 2009, The Great Barrier Reef, Australia:

If you are someone who likes the open water, warm sunshine and aspire to swim with the fish amidst the most beautiful underwater scenery, then the Great Barrier Reef will feature in your list of places to do that at. The GBR (No, not Gourmet Burger Kitchen – that is GBK) is one of Australia's most remarkable natural gifts. As the guidebooks will tell you – ‘The Great Barrier Reef is blessed with the breathtaking beauty of the world's largest coral reef. The reef contains an abundance of marine life and comprises of over 3000 individual reef systems and coral cays and literally hundreds of picturesque tropical islands with some of the world’s most beautiful sun-soaked, golden beaches’. It is one of the seven wonders of the natural world and flying in from Brisbane to Cairns and viewing it from a greater distance, I kind of understood why. It is larger than the Great Wall of China and probably the only living colony on earth visible from space. The silver sands and the turquoise waters which looked startlingly clear from the height were just breathtaking.

After months of planning and organising, we had managed to pull together a dream holiday for the family – 4 weeks touring the East Coast of Australia and the South Island of New Zealand (hereafter referred to as the ‘ECOZ & SINZ’ project). This was one our best planned holidays and we had all the details sorted out – from Brisbane to Cairns to Christchurch to the rest of SINZ to Sydney to the Gold Coast and finally back to Brisbane – we knew exactly how we were moving from one to the other, where we were staying, where we were eating – everything! Except one – which dive centre that I would go diving with. Now, don’t get me wrong – I did a phenomenal amount of research on the internet and asking friends – but there was just too much choice and not much between them to choose from. So we decided to pick one when we got to Cairns – and that was not much easier.

'If you only visit the Great Barrier Reef once, you will want to see it at its best!’, screamed the banner outside the ‘Reef Magic Cruises’ shop at the Cairns Pier. We sort of agreed with the sentiment, so decided to give it a shot. Reef Magic have an all-weather platform (a pontoon by Marine World) out on the reef, which caters for all activity levels - Snorkelling in the sheltered coral lagoon (that had Sudha & Arjun (12) excited and Agustya (4) ecstatic!), go scuba diving (this is what I was here for), go on a Guided Snorkel safari with their Marine Biologist who would feed the fish (we all wanted to do that), go for a spin around the outer reef in their semi-submersible (we all wanted to do that). I had signed up for 2 introductory dives, which ruled out any of the other activities other than the guided safari for me – but Sudha and the boys signed up for everything. Arjun was gutted when we discovered that their minimum age for scuba diving was 13 – which led me to promise him that I would take him diving when he was 13 (another well-earned pretext for me to go diving again!) – but more on that later.

We started fairly early in the morning to take the Catamaran, that would take us out to the pontoon and once in the pontoon, we got sized up and kitted out. Agustya got this lovely lycra full body suit made to look like a clown fish (one again – thanks Nemo!) and Arjun got a bright red full body lycra suit, making him look like a jelly-bear. Sudha and the boys got ready to snorkel, whilst I got my diving gear on.

My dives had to be ‘introductory’ again, because the ‘Discover SCUBA’ course I had done earlier did not really count as diving experience. However, this experience was a bit different – because there were 2 other new divers in my group and we shared a single instructor – Emma (who was from New Zealand, but was living in Cairns at the time). Emma took the 3 of us through the basic training and skills and we spend about 10 minutes in confined water – which was a huge submerged cage under the pontoon. Even when we were in this cage – the number of fish that surrounded us was simply astounding. I later realised that the staff feed the fish from this cage, which ensures that during the Safari, there are plenty of fish to see. This obviously had the fortunate result of the fish expecting to be fed, everytime anyone descended into the cage and they came swarming in numbers. I was only too glad that no one had let the sharks in on that secret yet.

Emma soon realised that I probably did not need as much attention from her as the other two – who were diving for the first time and told me so. Once Emma was sure that we would be OK underwater and that she could manage the group, we left the cage to move into the open water – two by two: Emma was holding the hand of the older new diver, whilst I was holding hands with a young newbie from Austria. The Austrian was a confident swimmer, though and I was sure that he could handle himself underwater. We swam closely behind Emma, who kept turning around every minute to make sure we were OK.

As soon as we moved a bit further away from the pontoon, the fish became scarcer, but the corals came into focus. There were some really resplendent colours in there – but I must admit these were few and far between to what I was expecting. Given what I had heard about the GBR – I was expecting to be immersed in a plethora of colour, but instead most of the corals I saw were shades of grey, green and brown. Concluding that that these were dead coral colonies, I began to wonder about the cost of human interaction that these corals had to suffer. Surely having a semi-permanent platform on this site with millions of tourists, swimming through, touching, breaking and hurting these corals could not be good and this was supposed to be the best preserved coral reef in the world. The amazing variety of fish there though immediately came to lift my spirits again. We then descended to a part of the reef which had a sandy bottom and here, Emma pulled out a bottle with some fish food in it and squeezed some of it out. In seconds, we were surrounded by small fish. Shortly after, a majestic Wrasse called Wally came our way, having smelt the food. The smaller fish respectfully cleared the way for Wally. Wally must clearly be used to human contact, as he was quite comfortable with us holding him and playing with him while sucked up the food from the water. Once the food was finished, he did not wait around for pleasantries – after all there could be other food bottles being squeezed somewhere else! I had rented a really high quality camera from the dive centre and managed to get some really cool pictures. Emma was quite happy to click pictures of me as well. I managed to get a classic picture of a clown fish rubbing itself against an anemone.

The older newbie with Emma decided after the first dive, that he had enough and could not cope with the second dive. Although I did not notice it during the first dive, he must have been very uncomfortable. He emerged from the water looking completely exhausted and scared and I was thinking, Emma must have had a really hard time with him. The second dive was a lot more comfortable – it was now just the three of us and we all swam on our own remaining close to each other. This time around Emma was able to take us a bit deeper to around 15 m and we saw some different fish to what we had seen earlier. Although looking down from 15m, I noticed that the corals below that depth also did not look particularly colourful or thriving. My concern for the well being of these corals and the cost of human interaction re-surfaced – I was to learn a lot more about corals shortly. Whilst I saw millions of fish, some of the different fish I saw here were – a large cuttlefish (I thought it was a giant squid), a bumphead parrot fish, a batfish, trevallies, a school of sweetlips, giant clams etc.

















When we came out of the water, I had three things on my mind:
• the concern around the state of corals,
• my diving skills – I seemed to have a lot of trouble maintaining my depth (I would keep finding myself a lot higher than Emma or a lot lower than her – whilst consciously trying to maintain the same depth as her – something was wrong here!) and seemed to be consuming a lot more air than I did at Havelock Island (again, something was wrong here).
• I seemed to have done something to my lower back and was concerned if it was the 'bends'.

Fortunately for me, Emma was able to provide an explanation for all three. The colour of the corals, she said depended on the algae in the local area – which is what corals survive on, and the brown, green and grey corals are what are dominant in the GBR. She even guessed that I must have dived before in either the Red sea, Mediterranean sea or the Indian Ocean and that is why I was a bit disappointed. Moreover, corals only thrive in shallow water, where they are submerged in water, but also have plenty of sunlight – therefore between 5 to 20 m depth – which is why I did not see many corals at lower depths.

On the second, she said that what I was struggling with was quite common and is a skill called neutral buoyancy, that one trains at achieving. It involved knowing how your body behaves underwater, how many weights one needs to cancel the body’s positive buoyancy, the impact of breathing and how to control it to maintain neutral buoyancy. As a result, the effort I put in to maintain my depth, coupled with all the other unnecessary movements I was doing underwater had the result of consuming much more air.
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Finally, she told me that what I had could not be the 'bends', as we had not been under water for long enough or deep enough and it seemed like something more muscular – probably brought on by the way I had the weights on my belt and the resulting way in which I was moving in the water.

After my two dives, feeling exhausted and charged up, feeling content and excited, feeling fulfilled and depleted – I made my way to rejoin my family just in time for the Guided Snorkel safari. I learnt that whilst Arjun, who is quite a strong swimmer – was absolutely enjoying himself; Agustya was quite apprehensive about going out to swim in the open seas, having only swam in small pools before and also harboured a few other fears – fresh from ‘Finding Nemo’. As a result, Sudha ended up with Agustya either on the diving platform or in the semi-submersible – which she assures me was a good experience. So I took Agustya under my wing (literally!) and swam holding him into the open water. Agustya after some initial worried moments quickly settled down, reassured by my arm around him and took to breathing through his snorkel and watching the marine life below the waters. In couple of minutes, he was swimming on his own, moving to different areas to get a better view of the fish. Sudha too was snorkelling around and having a great time and Arjun managed to get quite a few pictures of us.

We must have spent a good couple of hours snorkelling and exploring the area, when it was time to head back. After a quick shower and change, we settled on the sun deck of the catamaran – headed back to Cairns, with the sea-breeze blowing on our faces, a refreshing drink in our hands and my thoughts on where and when my next diving experience would be...

For more images of our water escapades at the GBR, check out - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=137246&id=704152886&l=44f097da71










Next Stop: Sharm El Sheikh, Red Sea, Egypt

Friday 18 February 2011

Neutral Buoyancy - Chapter 1: Havelock Island, India

"The sea does not belong to despots. Upon its surface men can still exercise unjust laws, fight, tear one another to pieces and be carried away with terrestrial horrors. But at thirty feet below it's level, their reign ceases, their influence is quenched and their power dissappears. Ah! sir, live - live in the bosom of the waters! There is only independence! There I recognise no masters! There I am free!"


- Captain Nemo in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (by Jules verne)


Programmes on Discovery, Eden, Blue Planet etc.; photographs and articles in the National Geographic and other publications have always created a sense of intrigue and curiosity in me about the wonderful underwater world, which is so serene, beautiful and tranquil at one time and can be so violent, ruthless and harsh at other times. The undersea flora and fauna have as much variety, if not more - compared to what we see on land and I have always been a bit jealous of these brave explorers, who venture out into the hidden depths to experience this world that so few of us have. To be able to slip into this liquid world which gives one the freedom of being able to move in multiple dimensions is almost exactly like being able to fly - to be not bound to the surface that you have to move on and not be restricted in the direction you move in - that is the true freedom of physical being.


And I have always wanted to do it myself to understand what it is really like and feel the sensations that people who dive, talk about - the thrill of breathing underwater, the freedom of weightlessness and the unique sights and sounds from unfathomable depths. There was some concern for safety, of course. Mainly, from my family - as SCUBA diving is still quite a high-risk adventure activity. It is similar to walking into the wild jungle and requires similar training, equipment, precautions and expert guidance. However, this was something that I was completely sure of - I knew that if I did not dive and explore the wondrous world below the seas, my life would somehow be incomplete. And I am truly glad that I followed through on this.


Now that I have a few dives at different sites under my belt and an 'Advanced Open Water Diver' certification to boot, I think I can say that SCUBA diving for me is one of those rare activities that has the same intensity and adrenaline rush that I sometimes crave for and at the same time delivers serenity and peace. Here are some of my diving experiences, which I hope you will enjoy reading.


April 2009, Havelock Island, Andaman & Nicobar, India: Discover SCUBA!


This was during one of our bi-annual pilgrimages to India. Having convinced Sudha, that we would leave the kids with the grandparents for a few days, so we could have a romantic get-away to the lovely Andaman & Nicobar islands (it was win-win arrangement all around) - I started researching the internet for options on how to get started with my SCUBA diving adventures. The Andaman & Nicobar are a group of islands around mid-way between the east coast of southern India and the west coast of Thailand. Havelock Island, which is where the dive centre (Barefoot Scuba) I had found was, is a small island around mid-way between the main island of Andaman and the west coast of Thailand.I had agreed with my family that I would only do the 'Discover SCUBA' session this time around to see whether I liked the experience. Any further plans around SCUBA diving would be reviewed after this - made sense!


The Barefoot SCUBA dive centre was pretty cool. Friendly, attentive staff and general good banter. The chef was just too good - he checked and made things specially for us (catering to vegetarians is something that these sea-side resorts have never been good at - but this guy really made an effort). They also had accomodation to suit every need and budget - from small thatched huts (standing space for two - lying down for one only) to beautiful sea-facing cottages. Anne, the Belgian (French and English speaking) dive instructor took me through the safety briefing and basic skills training.


It felt very strange at first - the mask, the neoprene suit, the awkward gear, the heavy tank, walking into the shallow water, fighting to keep my balance against the gentle waves and soft sand. I was filled with doubt and trepidaton - how would I be able to breathe only from the mouth? Would the air coming from the tank be enough? Sure - I could breathe through the mouth using the regulator on surface - but that was always with the knowledge that if it did not work, I could always just remove it and breathe normally - this was not an option underwater! But as I eased into the water and my face slipped below the surface - I could feel the air come in through the regulator with a reassuring hiss and found that I could breathe underwater. In a few moments, I had forgotten that I was wearing a mask, the equipment felt light and comfortable and I felt myself agile and free, like I have never experienced before. With that first underwater breath, the doorway to a dream world had just opened up.

I do not want to give you the impression that I took to the underwater experience like a fish i.e. without any problems. I too went through the stages of evolution i.e. accidentally reverting to breathing through the nose (sometimes when the mask had some water in it and choking on it), forgetting to equalise because I was mesmerised by something I was looking at and then having to come up a bit to ease pressure and then equalise etc. I struggled initially and then coped with all of my basic exercises like regulator clearing, regulator recovery, mask clearing, switching to alternate air source etc. The one hand-signal I really struggled with was to not respond with the ‘Thumbs-up’ sign, everytime Anne asked me if I was OK. But I was always having so much fun being underwater, that all of these were just minor hindrances that I had to deal with, in order to continue the underwater experience.

After about 20 minutes in the shallow waters of the lagoon (dive site – Lighthouse) and having satisfied Anne that I could be trusted to handle myself (under her watchful eye, of course) – we strapped on new tanks and waded into the deeper waters. The deepest we went to on the first dive was 12m – not too deep, but I was already lost in the sounds and sights of this wonderful place. The water was incredibly clear (I would learn later that it was one of the poor visibility days – as there was a current not too far from us, which was dredging up some sediment) and I could easily see for 50 feet in all directions (Anne later told me that visibility was only around 10-15 m). I was like a sweet-toothed child in a candy shop – there were massive schools of fish – some that I have never seen before and some really amazing corals. The clown fish in the anemone was a huge favourite (Thanks Nemo!) but equally captivating were the sea urchins, sea cucumbers, stars and the angel fish. Luckily for me, Anne was keeping an eye on the time (50 mins) and my pressure gauge (just under 50 bar) and managed to pull us out on time with a little air to spare. The walk back to the beach was really difficult – not only did all the awkwardness of the gear re-emerge, but now I was dripping wet with my suit weighing a few kilos more – I now understand why the big creatures like Crocs and Hippos like to spend most of their time in water.

I was in no doubt that diving was everything I thought it would be and clearly I was able to handle myself underwater. Normally, this would have been the end of the course I had signed up for, but I asked Anne, if there was a chance that I could get another dive in. Fortunately, there was a small boat going out with a student who was going for his Open Water certification. Anne was going with them, as an observer (since the other instructor was fairly new). She said that I could go with them and she could keep an eye on me whilst they went through the course. She did say that she would not normally do this, but she saw that I had really enjoyed myself underwater. So I paid a heavily discounted price for a single dive and went out with them. My wife came along this time and as a non-swimmer, wanted to do some supervised snorkelling.

This dive site was called ‘The Wall’, as this is where the reef ends at around 15 m and drops off into the deep blue, thereby forming a formidable wall underwater. This time I entered the water using the ‘back-roll’ entry – which basically involved my being fully kitted up, sitting on the edge of the boat and rolling backwards into the water. I was careful to hold on to my mask while rolling back, as I had seen the other student lose his mask when his head the water. Soon, we descended into the water following the other group just a few feet behind. Anne had told me to just enjoy myself and not worry about anything, as she would take care of the equipment and I just needed to make sure that I equalised as and when required. And enjoy myself I did – I think we must have gone down to around 15m – but the range of colours in the corals and fish were astounding. My highlight of this dive was the green turtle we saw at about 6m. There were a few Scorpion fish and Lion fish, that I had been warned not to go near. I also saw a feathered star and some pipefish. This time, we came up a lot sooner than we had on the previous dive and I thought that this was because we were following the course for the OWD certification that the other student was doing. But when I checked my pressure gauge on the boat, I saw that I was also in the red zone – which meant that I had gone through almost the same amount of air on my second dive in 35 minutes, that I had used up in 50 minutes on my first. Anne explained that this was because we had been a bit deeper but mainly because I was doing a lot of sudden, jerky moves and was so excited and trying to talk and communicate everytime I saw something interesting– all of which led to my consuming more air. The trick she said was to breathe normally and remain very calm and minimise any arm and foot movements to the what was absolutely necessary – easier said than done as I discovered shortly after.

I then joined Sudha for lunch on the boat, who was also just back from her snorkelling expedition and had enjoyed it thoroughly. We had resigned ourselves to spend some time on the boat, while the other student went for another dive, before we headed back to the resort. Anne then came up with a big surprise for me – she said that they had an extra tank and if I wanted and felt up to it, I could join them for the next dive as well – for free! Feel up to it!!! Wild horses could not stop me!

And so for the third dive I went. Once again, the experience was simply amazing and sense of awe that being underwater brings was - overwhelming . Saw a lot of the fish and corals that are mentioned above, but this time as we went closer to the drop-off, I saw some of the bigger fish – Trevallies and Groupers. I did try to put Anne’s advise about staying calm and minimising into practice, but how could I not be excited? Here I was - in the middle of the ocean, 15m below sea-level and surrounded by the some of the most beautiful and mysterious creatures – everything about it was incredibly exciting!!! This time we were under for about 40mins, but every minute was worth it.

Over dinner that night at the Dive Centre, I asked one of the other senior instructors (Oli), how anyone could stay calm and peaceful when surrounded by things that were so exciting. He said that no one expected this to happen on the first day – after all, if it was not exciting, why would anyone like diving? However, he did say that with time, experience and training (and once the initial euphoria had worn off), one would learn to be able to control himself better. He said that when you realise that you really love being underwater and that the only thing that makes it possible is the air you take down with you – you begin to do everything that you need to prolong your time there.

Lesson learned, SCUBA discovered!

For more images, especially those that I clicked underwater, check out - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=78673&id=704152886&l=ac6c6bbfe8

P.S.: SCUBA – Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus.


Next Stop: Great Barrier Reef, Australia!

Thursday 14 January 2010

Inspirations

I wonder if how many truly original creations we see these days. I wonder where creative people get their inspiration? I wonder if there is a new breed of moderately talented but commercially astute artists, that has taken over in most spheres of life and what they do is pick up masterpieces from some time ago, that are no longer active in the public mind and then use all the modern devices at their disposal to churn out a creation that is spectacular, mind-boggling and yet somehow familiar and thereby manage to produce some fantastic blockbusters.



Let me try and explain with a couple of examples. Most music I hear these days, have a ring of familarity to it and therefore there will be too many to be able to single out. So I'll pick recent blockbusters from the world of books and the netherworld of movies.



Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings:

The evil villian: Sauron is the head of evil. He lost his power, and needs the ring to gain it all back. Voldemort is also a vanquished evil wizard and is looking at different ways to gain his strength back
The unlikely hero: Frodo Baggins is a Hobbit, a peaceful, almost childish and from a weak race. He is entrusted with the task of saving the world from great evil. Harry is an 11 year orphan who does much the same.

A birthday sets off events: Harry's 11th vs. Frodo's 33rd and Bilbo's 111th

Inherited invisibility device: Harry's Cloak vs. Frodo's Ring (although the Ring takes you to a different 'world')
Dogs named Fang: Owned by Hagrid in HP and owned by Farmer Maggot in LOTR
Evil, creepy hooded creatures: Dementors vs. the Nazgul
Deceased parents: Harry's parents were murdered. Frodo's parents drowned
Taken to live with uncle: Harry lives with his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Frodo lives with his Uncle Bilbo
Special Object/s: The One Ring is the object that the hero must prevent the villian from getting, so as to regain his full powers. The Sorcerer's Stone and the Horcruxes are the same.
Mentor/Protector: Gandalf is a guiding, helping, mentoring, teaching figure for Frodo. Professor Dumbledore is the same for Harry Potter.
Magical Creatures: Both stories have Trolls, giant spiders, dragons, giant birds, goblins
Sidekick "Creature": Gollum and Dobby.

Basin of seeing: Pensieve vs. Galadriel's Mirror

Scar from Evil forces: Harry's scar on forehead. Frodo's scar from the Morgul Blade.

and finally -

He who must not be named: Voldemort is supposed to inspire so much fear that magical folk do not even like to speak his name out loud. Instead, they refer to him as He Who Must Not Be Named. In LOTR, instead of calling Sauron by his name, Faramir calls him The Unnamed, The Nameless and most interestingly, He whom we do not name.



In fact, I've also read an article on the internet claiming that LOTR was not completely original when written as Tolkien used many old myths and tales (eg. Beowulf).



Avatar & Ramanyana:

The Avatar: Lord Vishnu descends to earth in 'Human' form as Ram (avatar). Jake Sully's conciousness is transposed into a Na'vi body, to enable him to exist as his Na'vi avatar in Pandora.

The Physical characteristics: Tall, blue-complexioned, wearing triangular marks (Naamams) on their foreheads, long hair. Both.

Riding giant birds: Lord Vishnu usually flies on a gigantic bird called Garuda. In the Ramayana, another giant bird is referred to - Jatayu, the king of the birds. Jake Sully flies the Giant red dragon, the king of the flying creatures.

Weapons: Swords, Knives, Bows and Arrows

Philosophy: Hindus also believe that every living creature has the same divine conciousness as we do, and that violence against and killing of even an animal or a tree without a solid excuse and an apology afterwards is a grave sin.

Tuesday 5 May 2009

Bombay Blues

Each time I visit Bombay, fashionably known as Mumbai, I find myself struggling with the mixed feelings I have about the place. With the passing of each year, I’ve grown a bit - different to what I was and the way I saw and valued life. And much to my chagrin, so has the city…

This city, where I was born and spend most of my formative years in, still welcomes me with open arms whenever I return – but I do not find myself resting easy, as I used to. The place still feels familiar, but so much has changed – at so many levels.

Bombay has always had a multiple personality – much like most of us. It’s brash, busy, business-like exterior masks a heart of gold and the same time; the gilded façade covers an inner brutality. For India, Bombay is simultaneously Steel and Silk – the steel pillars that hold up the country’s economy and the silk garment, which gives it the style and glamour. You cannot choose one of these personas – you get them both – for it is this duality that defines it. There is only one choice - love it or hate it.

As someone born into this duality, I find it fairly easy to accept and have usually cautioned people planning to visit Bombay – that they choose their friends, guides and companions with caution. This is because for a visitor, his/her experience of Bombay will depend completely on the person who takes them around. And not surprisingly, I’ve received feedback ranging from ‘what a dump’ to ‘absolutely fantastic’.

Hmmm - I’m digressing here…

I brought up the multiple personality of Bombay, to help articulate that although at several levels I connect with the place - there are some levels of disconnect. And disturbingly, the levels of disconnect have only increased with the passing of time. A lot of it can be traced back to familiar names, faces and places. On each of my visits back, I’ve found fewer names that I grew up with, fewer faces that I played cricket with, fewer anchors that held my childhood years in place. The open grounds now host shopping malls; the quaint houses and even the 2-3 storey buildings have now been replaced by high rises; dual carriage way roads now stand where the tree-lined lanes used to be. The playground where I used to engage in many sporting conquests is now filled with the strangely familiar faces - the children of people who’ve accompanied me previously.

This time around, I finally realised that although I’ll always think of Bombay as ‘home’, the levels of disconnect will only keep increasing and so I decided to create some new memories of the old Bombay, and in that process help me connect to the new Bombay. Rekindled the magic by re-experiencing – Gateway, Taj, Kala Ghoda, Churchgate, Eros, beer at Leopold, bhel puri, paani puri, vada pav, ice gola, Siddhi Vinayak, Mahalakshmi, Haji Ali, Mahim Church, Heera Panna Juice Centre, Kala Nagar, National Park, Aarey Milk Colony, Juhu beach, Nariyal Paani, Rajdhani, Firangi Paani, Olive, Yoko’s, Marine Drive, Cream Centre, New Yorkers, Kotimbir Wadi and Sabudana wada at Prakash, grilled sandwich at Vile Parle station road, Alphonso mangoes with Malai ice-cream at Naturals, Sea-rock & Land’s end, Khar danda, Gujarati Thali, Irani chai, Jehangir Art Gallery, Nehru Planetarium, Walkeshwar…

And now I know that when I return again to Bombay, it will be like meeting an old friend – we’ll have plenty of differences, but enough in common to sit a while and laugh over old times. I guess I’m ready to call ‘amchi Mumbai’ - ‘meri jaan’ again.

Incredible India