Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts

1 March 2010

T(h)reading the water

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When my sister, a busy Project Manager, went away to a conference – for busy project managers – she left me in charge of her daughter. Specifically, her daughter’s school assignment.

‘Sophie has to do a history project for school and I thought who better to help than you?’ my sister had said as she bustled about at the last minute.

‘But I thought you were the ‘project manager’,’ I had protested, holding up a perfectly good dress that she had earlier discarded and offering it to her again.

‘Ah, but you’re the writer, the arty one,’ she had countered, dismissing the dress with a disdainful wave. I had...
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1 April 2009

It ain't half cold, Mum

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I’m looking for the pool but I can’t see much, jammed as my view is with auto-rickshaws, cycles and the obligatory bullock-cart or two. The cow squatting on the footpath is placidly chewing. Honking cars scurry around urgently like buzzing bees. Buses clatter by, weighed down and bursting at the seams with swarms of passengers hanging on for dear life to doors, window frames and whatever else they can wedge their fingernails into. Massive trucks lumber across the narrow road, billowing clouds of smoke akin to atomic explosion mushrooms. Not to be outdone in cacophony, motorbikes whiz through...
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1 May 2008

Dreams can come true

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It’s been one of my dearest childhood wishes to learn how to swim. Often has the damsel-in-distress story metamorphosed into damsel heroism in my dreams. Shipwrecks, poolside saves, beaches and shark rescues – they all have figured prominently in imaginary escapades in which yours truly plays the super heroine. Heck, if it were up to me, half the catastrophes on water could have been avoided. Or so I like to think.


The fact that I wouldn’t even bathe in a standard bathroom tub without scuba-diving equipment at hand fails to discourage me. I banish from thought all the horror stories, heard at...


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