A place called...

A place called...

You know what.... I've been trying to write the second part of the Cigarette Butt story . I already have started two versions of it and have them as draft but somehow am not happy with them... Tried again today but failed.... I am just not in the right mood for the story.... Even suitable songs are not helping :(

Anyways then I thought of writing about the new thing I have taken up and its no less funnier than the old Gym I had joined.

Imagine a place where you feel as if you were almost weightless. A place where you can wave your hands and lift off the floor. A place where you would feel that you can't breathe normally. Looks like you've got it... yes, you would need a special suit there.I love to go there. And I do see some weird creatures there.

Hang on! I think we are imagining different things. I am just talking of the swimming pool I go to. And I must say thanks to Little Flower, "The Bond" that I can swim now.

Ok let me talk of the weird creatures I see there.

Make-up Beauty

So how many of ladies have u seen who will dress up in swimming suit put some makeup on with lipstick n all, wear nose n ear rings and descend into the swimming pool at 7 am in the morning. I mean c'mon lady, I know you are only learning how to swim but you don't need to be a Jenny Thompson (just wiki'ed it :P) to realize that it takes stuff other than these to be a good swimmer, stuff like knowing how to swim.

Anyways all this would have been immaterial if she had been a treat to watch, not to offend anyone out here but people hardly notice her for her beauty, however we do notice her for her makeup and the fact that after she dips in we all swim in water containing some oil from her make-up... And poor learners like me also drink some of it.

However, I see that she does get successful in engaging the trainer. Thats what counts isn't it, who else would you want to attract in a swimming pool deeper than your height if you don't know how to swim.

Crawler

You may be tempted to use string theory, the concept of fourth and fifth dimension or whatever it takes to logically explain where this guy suddenly appears from. Whatever corner of the pool you are at, don't be surprised if he pops out around you. He is omnipresent, and for N, he is the greatest fear in the swimming pool. If at all N walks out without learning to swim at the end of this month then this guy is the reason. We suspect he knows everything about everyone. He is god.

Cut the crap, I think he is just a stupid water lizard... He crawls on the floor of the pool right through the hour occasionally popping up to breathe in and breathe out. Because of this I also sometimes suspect that he may just be a human and not God or water lizard.

Whiz-Kids

Hats off to these guys. These folks, just 2-4 feet in size without knowing how to swim properly just jump into 5.5 feet deep water while I, a 6 feet tall brave man, didn't even dare to swim two strokes in there for 10 days. These guys simply are gift of god. They don't believe in toddlers zone in the pool (although we have seriously considered going there once or twice). They swim for some distance, fight with water for a while as if drowning, start swimming again and touch the side wall... I mean... boy I would have screamed the hell out of the water if it were me. Eventhough I can comfortably stand in that deep water.

Our very own Little Flower

He's the reason why N and I joined swimming. He also isn't tall enough to stand on the deeper side of the pool. But who cares... he doesn't need to stand. He would swim as quiet as a rabbit. No splashing of water, I sometimes think that maybe he can breathe inside water. No matter what state he is in after 3 pegs of rum or before 3 pegs of rum, he truly enjoys water. I have sometimes tried to scan his body to locate some gills but failed. Next thing I want to see is how he reacts when the crawler pops out in front of him. Although there is one distant possibility that he is also a crawler, they are the only two creatures to be that comfortable in water.

Babes

This indeed is the hidden agenda behind joining swimming. Checking out babes. Call me perv*rt, rasc*l or whatever, I don't care a s*it about it. Babes in 1/2 pieces are always a treat to watch in there. Ok if I write more I will start getting my blog in some unwanted search results. I hope I have drawn the big picture here.

So this is the place where I spend my morning. And I also get pool water for appetizer before a nice healthy breakfast at home. Come join us in our new world of weird aquatic animals.

P.S.: Won't tell which swimming pool this is, for the reasons of anonymity and saving my a*s