Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Of An Aquamarine Sea And The Visions It Holds…

The blue waters of the Doha Bay lapped gently against the old black inflated tube, overgrown over the years with sea corrals, off the Marina at the Marriot Hotel. The yacht, slowly moving away from firm land, curved around and began its seaward journey.

The occupants, with wind playing games with their hair, sat mesmerised, as the Filipino captain expertly handled the boat, shouting instructions into his walkie-talkie, in sweet Tagalogue tongue.

The boat’s speed gathered, and wind scattered people’s hair with newfound vigour. The fun was on, and on the top platform of that open luxury Caterpillar yacht, my mind was born again.

I was once again a little child, flying through fresh, sea-salty night air. Stars shone bright, reflected in the deep pools of my fast-filling eyes. My spirit soared like a seagull, ever expanding its trajectory upwards in graceful motion, capable of by only the very best of god’s creations.

We left the Doha shoreline behind, and with the deepening depth, the blue waters turned green. The only other colour was that of the waves, making white froth against the boat’s hull.

I imagined imaginary fishes jump up and plop down back into the water, making widening water circles, to be immediately devoured by the ever-strengthening sea waves. I imagined a bald eagle sweeping down majestically from the heavens above, squarely landing on the water surface, firmly clutching a still-dying fish, that was the master of all it surveyed, till a few seconds a go…

I imagined an imaginary land, hundreds of feet below the calm sea tops, just waiting to be discovered.

I discovered that world, in the insides of the belly of the boat, so unlike its stylish outsides.

Luxury seeped from its every pore. Soft lights emanated from the most unlikely places, giving it an almost ethereal quality. Sunlight played a game of hide and seek with the lush green curtains at the windows. The carpets were softer than freshly sheared wool, off a well-bred Swiss sheep. Rich, sweet music engulfed me and tugged at my heartstrings. And as easily as it appeared, the vision lifted…

The wind still flowed, and I was still at sea.

The glorious, aquamarine, calm, peaceful, life-giving, salty sea…

6 comments:

monsooner said...

Happy cruising, Criz!

Jap said...

Hello there =) remember me? lol i read this one on the night we met. Twas a great first impression too =) It's not often you get to read a blog and meet the blogger at the same time ehehe

Nice meeting you and your blog. Your musings will be a regular stop for me from now on. Hope we can hang out again sometime =)

Nachi said...

nice post! it's been a while in coming though...Happy Diwali brother!

Neers said...

hey criz! this must have been absolutely beautiful experience!

thanks for wishes, friend! :)

Megha said...

kaju,

Wonderful word picture you've painted :) Usually I'm wary of deep waters, no matter how beautiful but maybe there is an other world beneath! Question - is it really the depth that makes the difference between blue and green? I've always wondered..

Sonu said...

WOW!!!no words to say!!! you are really good!! proud ta b d lil wild sista!!