Wavesssss!

Waves…what do they remind you about?? Well, I am not talking about those kinds of ‘waves’ you give when you see someone you recognize….the “hiii” waves!! Naa.. I am talking about the waves on the sea, on the ocean, the ripples on the river! The waves you can slosh about in; when you go to the beach.

The dictionary elucidates ‘waves’ as a raised line of water which moves across the surface of an area of water ,especially the sea….Leave alone the technical definition; waves have always fascinated me. They somehow seem to have an aura of mystery about them. Whenever I go to the beach, I notice a multitude of activity that bestirs the air-a pandemonium of school children, men hawking their wares which include an assortment of accessories, young guys pleading with the crowd to buy and relish their hot “sundal” telling you that they intended to buy ‘school-books’ with the money you pay, a group of animated teenagers playing football, or cricket, or just ‘looking’ around (for beautiful girls who may come along just to honor the beach with their presence!), the aroma from the chaat stalls where you can see the cook clobbering the pan (supposedly) making shriveled parathas, skinny lads using all their powers of elocution to allure you towards their balloon-shooting or hoopla stalls, young couples snuggled against each other so closely that they would attract the most attention in the area ;), the senior citizens of the society looking lovingly at their grandchildren building castles and raking the sand excitedly, loners looking up towards the sky with their chins high building castles in the air, a few sincere, scrupulous men having candid discussions about their projects (or maybe about how they got told-off by their bosses and how the bravely faced it), avid joggers and so on and on and on….

The whole brisk scene, the endless activity and the open air has all the potential to rejuvenate anyone. But then, whenever I go to the beach, I let my imagination wander around wildly, beyond the horizon; and I always end up in awe and wonder just looking at the waves.

There are times when the water jus meanders along calmly. And it seems to me that it might silently be wondering how crazy the world around it is!

There are times when it eddies around in a whirlpool, like it’s confused about itself!

Then there are Tsunamis, waves with killer instincts, waves which imply quietly “You’ll pay for this!!” ( “This” here may mean-for polluting me :P!!)

There are times when the water joggles about briskly. And it seems to me that it says “hey look at me, frisking around like a happy squirrel!”

Then, there are times when the waves slash against the seaside rocks, frenetic, roaring and fuming. When I was a little kid, I used to get so scared of looking at them in this state; my mind would be totally boggled and I would end up thinking seriously “Why is it so angry? Should I ask sorry or something?”

Then, there are times when the waves meticulously wash the beach, in and out, in and out, and I would be stupefied by its industriousness, thinking, incredulously, what it’s working so hard for!!

And then, there are times when I would be able to spot no waves at all, camouflaged in the smooth waters of the sea!! In hiding, incognito, or maybe, tired and taking rest!!

I ask my mom often if the waves have some kind of “split-personality” and she laughs at me!! Maybe I should tell her to observe the waves in their different moods…. Then she might be left wondering about them too!!!! :)