[3 MINUTE READ] In the liquid quiet of a swimming pool
I first jumped into the water when I was eight years old. It throttled my breath and made me discover the smell of chlorine. For decades thereafter, I was a mannequin of metal learning a dance of feathers in the pool.
“Keep the body loose”, yelled the coach. His words pierced the surface and scattered into the water before they crawled into my ears. The foaming green waters – agitated by my body and soaked with my fear – would not allow me to. At the end of each length, I was breathless and exercised. By the end of a few more, it was time to dry myself and go home.
One day an old man stopped me as I stepped out. He was a regular at the pool. Bald, short & stocky. He would slip into the pool and swim like he had forgotten to stop. I had never seen him do a full session. I saw him start at times but never finish. I saw him finish at times but never start.
He wanted to know how many lengths I did. “Ten-Fifteen”, I replied, my voice tentative and stripped of all conviction – like a weak defence of an impractical proposition. “A man your age should do atleast fifty – the effect of the exercise kicks in only after thirty five!” he replied. I returned to the pool and did my first fifty length swim that day. It was grueling – but wounded pride filled my body with resolve and kept it going. I paid attention after thirty lengths. The stroke became easier as I progressed. After a while the mind withdrew and left the body to continue.
Spending an hour inside the pool was a gift to me from the old man. I don’t know his name and outside the pool I have met him only once, on the aerobridge boarding a flight to Delhi. But I was grateful to him for slapping me back into the pool that day and I managed to tell him so then.
There is no age limit for absorbing basic truths. They surround us and pause, until our own readiness yields to allow them in.
An active hour alone calms the mind and sheds the inertia of the body. It builds a relationship between the soundless water, the quiet & watchful mind and the meditative rhythm of floating movement. Over time I developed my own minor technique variations in the pool. They made the effort recede and enabled me to maintain my fifty length routine. It was slow and languid. My wife saw me swimming once and asked me what I planned to do for exercise.
But swimming was my retreat – where my day submerged back into a purposeless joy. Like sidewalk strolls that transform into a slow motion mock sprint replay of an olympic final. Deeply engaging and soothingly idiosyncratic.
I enjoy reaching the other side of the pool and not being breathless anymore, but keen to turn and continue. I imagine swimming away from a ship wreck at sea, alone with the breathing rhythm of salty waves around me and no land in sight. I then pace myself so that I can continue swimming until it draws the shores into the horizon and inches them towards me. Anything I can do without tiring, I can do endlessly.
At the end of fifty lengths, the shore remains perpetually suspended at a distance – waiting for my return. The absence of ambition makes it a practice in patience.
I float in the pool and move my arms delicately, carving them into the water without leaving a splash. I allow the legs to stay still and develop their own natural stroke rhythm. Intermittent and soft. And with this my body stays relaxed and the expulsion of energy is optimized. I surface for air with capacity to spare and so the breathing is calm. That removes fear from my mind and leaves me contemplating my invincibility in the stormy seas.
I have no speed in the water. I can generate a small amount by moving some power into my kick. But a talented ten year old can race me down the pool. It makes me wonder about the singular relevance of speed and competition to the exclusion of others. We compete with a habitual intensity – driven by the imagined pressures of survival or the elusive pleasures of victory – for goals that are at times not our own. But the allure of solitude makes me rediscover what unfolds alone while swimming, beyond the shadows of other people. A disappearance into the activity evolves with time and builds an enduring love for it.
Yesterday I arrived into an empty pool. I kicked the wall and began to glide. The surface of the water and the floor of the air coalesced with each other into a twilight zone. Gravity collided into the ripples of buoyancy. It made sounds disappear into muted echoes and my movements slow down into a dance of feathers.
Very poetic. Well written.
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I have now begun to look forward to your musings…and very descriptive writing
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Nice article. I can whole heartedly relate 😉
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Loved it!
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I can relate to it too. Very well written .
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My favorite is the part about competing without a purpose and in shadows of others- we were both competitive as children and seem to have arrived at the same conclusion. Purpose is higher than the pace to any purpose.
Love the expression. Look forward to these experiences with(in) you.
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Keep floating. A very tranquil and free flowing piece. Effortless.
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Next time I hope the old man tells you to swim faster 🙂
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As usual Anand you have emoted so vividly and graphically.
Your dipiction of the initial struggle and then the CONFIDENCE you developed, are expressed very well Then the stillness and calm that you managed to achieve is Thought provoking.
As usual you take the reader along with you on your journey..
The feeling I got is when you don’t keep getting stressed and just go with the flow of life, you develop an innate tranquility.
Bless you . Keep writing
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A beautuful analogy – a dance of feathers, mixed with science , meditation , an exercise finally being with nature.
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Mannequin of metal learning the dance of feathers … beautiful in its contradictions … love this one for it’s ability to actually make one feel like Anand swimming losing himself, finding meditativeness in repetition and release … beautiful and all I want to do is swim!
Being in the water has long felt therapeutic to me and I have sometimes melted into the water, sepentine and somnambulant almost one with its force!
Will think of you when I swim the young boy and his fears and the man and his wisdom ❤️
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Well written & subtly thought provoking.
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Nice blogging dad !
I’m sure I could beat you in the pool as well 😁
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Nicely written Anand!
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Keep dancing….
Don’t pause or stop this dance of joyous abadon…….
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Really enjoyed reading this Anand!
I too spent 5-7 years of my
College life and a few after swimming 40-50 lengths each day and I can really relate to many of your fluent and flowing descriptions.
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Loved it Anand! Mannequin of metal learning the dance of feathers! hooked from then on.
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I read your piece just after I had come home from an hour of swimming. Indeed, for me too swimming is way way more than ‘exercise’. It’s a form of meditation. It’s about the joy of movement and gratitude for a body that can. It’s about losing oneself in the blueness of the pool – eyes open throughout. It’s about letting go. It’s about being there. Yes…a dance of feathers. Beautifully expressed. Thank you.
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Brilliantly written ..in addition to subtly extolling the virtues of swimming as an exercise you have craftily woven a few philosophies of life like a poet . One of the takeaways based on my interpretations …..being the apparent futility of being ultra competitive without an end game ..so very relevant in today’s age !
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Great post, Anand. I so envy those who can swim like that. Effortlessly.
Also, +1 to viswa76iyer’s comment.
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It was like reading poetry, Anand. Going through this well- written post, I imagined myself smoothly swimming in the waters of the BG pool.
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Beautiful narration.
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Brilliant! So well written
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Evocative and wonderfully expressed, as always.
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Great
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Recd thru Bala & thanked him for sharing. Enjoyed reading your blog
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Nicely written, “there is no age limit to absorb basic truths.”
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Anand: You are a born writer. You should put all your blogposts together and have it published in book form. I am sure that it will be a best seller.
Gopal Srinivasan
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You describe it beautifully, Ananda …like me, you use the water and swimming as a metaphor for life and they say when the student is ready the teacher will show. Lovely words and very meditative
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Anyone who teaches meditation should give this to their students as a prerequisite read – it so well portrays the great melting into Life’s oceanic totality.
The blend of personal experience and poetic expression is sheer joy to read.
We are feathers “on the breath of God”…. _/|\_
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