I’ve been trying to start writing again on the blog that I earnestly
started over a year ago, but failed to come up with any subject strong enough
to make me stop checking my phone every five minutes and actually get down to writing. I
also went to Andaman on a much needed vacation recently, and what better way to
resuscitate your blog than to humble-brag about your beach vacation?
In between standing with my feet in the water and splashing
my friends, I realized some new (and not so new) things at the beach, and am
now dutifully listing them down. This post talks about beaches, is made up of a
list (so is everything else on the Internet right now) and has a bit of self-realization
thrown in. Now if only I could work some cats into this post, it would be
sure-fire viral material. Too bad cats hate water and wouldn't come anywhere
near a beach. Sigh.
1. Beaches are awesome!
Didn’t
I say I learnt some not so new things? This is the first. Well, I know some of
us aren’t water people, whatever that’s supposed to mean. But I’m yet to see a
person who gets sad or angry whenever they see a spectacular beach. It’s even
more difficult to be depressed when you see small kids building sand castles
(and you ‘accidentally’ walk over them). Another beach ritual is to be mock
angry when someone dunks you in water, all while having the time of your life. Turns
out, the people who turned natural phenomena like sand and waves and salty
water into a billion dollar tourism industry knew what they were doing, and any
money spent to get closer to the beach is money well spent.
2. It doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you’re having fun
You know what the magazine centre spreads
with models looking stunning on a beach do? THEY LIE. If you behave at the
beach like you’re supposed to, you can’t look well turned out for too long.
It’s very difficult to look good while covered in sand with your wet hair
plastered across your face, but going ahead and looking that way is a great way
to get rid of your vanity. Because when you’re having enough fun, it ceases to
matter. Yes, it may come in your way if you look like a red faced Uakari while
trying to catch the eye of that buff foreigner, but a happy face is any day
more stare worthy than a grumpy good looking one. Trust me.
3. Put away your camera
This is a corollary of the above point. You
know how we’ve been blasted with the phrase ‘It’s not about the number of
breaths in your life, it’s about the moments that take your breath away’? Well
I’ve made a new one- ‘It’s not about how many beautiful photographs you take,
it’s about having such a good time that you forget to take photos’. Yes, chronicling
your super amazing life, and especially your expensive vacation may seem like a
good idea, but you’re never going to go back and see most of the photos that
you click anyway. At best, these pictures will spend the rest of their days
attention-whoring in a Facebook album called ‘SuN, sAnd & sUrF’. So don’t
be afraid to get wet just because you have a camera in your hand. Toss that
camera aside, I’m sure it will make a soft landing on the sand. Really look at
the place you’re in, and get soaked in the beauty of a new place. If it’s
important enough, your brain will remember it without a watered down virtual
copy.
4. It’s OK to let go of control sometimes.
Waves are arguably the best part about
beaches. But if you notice, they also tend to have a mind of their own. At
times when I didn't want my clothes to get wet, I've actually specified the
length of my shorts to the sea OUT LOUD and asked the waves not to get higher
than that. Ummm...did I say I did that? I meant my friend. Anyway, that
obviously didn't happen and the waves crashed into the beach without worrying
about a puny human’s sartorial problems. Once you get in, the water tumbles you
around like a washing machine and destroys your attempts at looking halfway
graceful, and that’s when it hits you- go with the flow! Stop trying to control
the water, or anything else. Just tweak your reactions to the ebb and flow, and
who knows, one day you’ll be the one riding the (metaphorical) waves
confidently.
5. Waves can also teach you a lot.
Speaking of waves, I realized that there is
a lot to be learnt from them. They certainly look beautiful, the surf looking
like a million white centipedes rushing towards the beach just for you. But
they also tell you that no matter what, it’s very important to keep doing your
job, to persevere. Regardless of whether anyone’s watching, regardless of whether
you end up on a powdery soft beach or on jagged rocks, you just have to keep
doing what you have to. Observe. When a wave has had its time in the sun (on
the beach actually) it rushes back to the sea. In the process, it also
sometimes pulls down a new wave excitedly rushing towards the shore. Chances
are, you and I will meet such people in your life too, but when I do, I’ll
think of the waves and get back to work.
6. Crabs are inspiration, not food
I know being a vegetarian and half a
Cancerian has probably clouded my vision, but I think crabs are brilliant
creatures that should be looked at, and not just when they’re on your dinner
table doused in garlic butter. Sit down on the beach and take a look at them. They
can be colourful or camouflaged by the sand and difficult to spot, but it’ll be
worth it. They go about their business, ignorant of the flock of tourists
encroaching on their space. Crabs always walk sideways, going back and forth
till they get what they want. They will tease the edge of water, but will not
get pulled in by the waves unless they want to. And once they find something
they like, they grab hold with their pincers and never let go. If only more
people learnt something from crabs than the taste of their meat.
7. Couples are like crabs.
Phoebe from FRIENDS taught us that lovers
are like lobsters. Wrong. Truth is, lovers, especially those on their
honeymoon, are like crabs. They will spot you, give you sideways glances and sneak
up on you, before finally pouncing on you with ‘Can you click a photo of us’? I
have met enough such bashful couples to know that in a few years, ‘Honeymoon photo
clickers’ will be a real career (Remember you heard it here first). You just
have to be discreet, ever vigilant not to miss a moment, and have a stomach
that can stand PDA. So when you go to the beach, remember to stock up on your
good karma by being a capturer of young love. I have.
8. Sunscreen is a waste of money
And I have the burnt skin to show for it. No
matter how much SPF and UVA and UVB protection it contains, your sunscreen is
no match for the sun and salty water. One dunk in the ocean and all the
promises of your sunscreen being waterproof are washed away (pun intended). So put
the time you waste slathering sunscreen to better use, and embrace the tan that
a day out will give you. I don’t know what’s not to love about a little colour
anyway. A tan is like a hickey from the sun, proof that you had a good time
with a star- so it’s best to show it off. Until your skin starts peeling off
like a snake’s, that is.
9. Beaches are the best solutions for your inhibitions.
There is a reason why there are topless and
nude beaches and not nude desert and jungle safaris. There is something about the
setting that makes people get rid of their inhibitions. Whether it is the babe
in the bikini tanning herself on the sand, or the portly uncle who weighs down
the waves in just a pair of shorts, beaches and hesitation don’t mix. Even
conservative ladies in salwar kameezes gigglingly dare to pull up their salwars
after some encouragement, something that they wouldn’t dream of doing anywhere
else.
10. Also, your hang ups don’t stand a chance.
Germophobes and OCD people, beaches are no
place for you. Even if you have a lot of hang ups about everything else in
life, the ocean cares two hoots about what’s acceptable to you and what’s not. I’m a carrier of enough hang ups to know about
this stuff. You can drink all the mineral water you want, but a little sea
water of questionable origin and composition is going to sneak into your mouth anyway.
There’s nothing you can do about it. And after you get sand EVERYWHERE, all
your insistence on a hot water tub will melt away as you gladly rush towards a
cold shower.
P.S. – The humble hotel soap that we look
down upon is actually not quite so bad, when your fancy gel douche decides to
actually act like a douche bag and not lather up.