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​My first Scuba dive scare!​
By Krsana Asnani

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Pop, pop, pop!  My ears were popping like popcorn in a microwave!  I wanted to just scream for help - unfortunately for the fact that one cannot speak underwater.  I hate it when you can not do that.  It would actually help a lot if life  is in danger.

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I wanted to emerge out of the water and swim back to the boat.  I just could not scuba dive.  I don’t know why I even bothered trying.  I could never do anything I wanted to.  Scuba diving, just wasn’t for me.

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First I couldn’t control what depth I was in and then when I was way too deep, I could not feel myself.   My guide came down and pressed the orange button on my remote that made me return back to the top.  I was taught about that button when I first got into the water but panic made me forget!

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I had done a perfect jump but just didn’t know how to control myself.  I pressed on the red button on my remote.  I was fine! I had gone down 1 meter perfectly well.  I was the last one to jump off the boat. My sister and my cousin were already in the water along with our instructor.

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They gave me the sign that said for me to go lower.  I pressed the red button once again. Oops! I pressed that one button a bit too hard. That’s where I was - down at the bottom. Way too far down.  I squealed!  Though obviously no one could hear me.  I gave the sign to my guide saying I needed help. I frantically waved my arm and then pointed to my ears.

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The guide looked at me and understood.  He nodded telling me to equalize.  Ok! Easy enough.  I pinched my nose and blew outward. Nothing happened.  I gave the sign again. Once more the guide told me to equalize.   I pinched my nose again and blew out as hard as I could.  Once more, nothing happened.



I felt for my remote. Where was it? It was there when I didn’t need it.  But when I was desperate for it, it was out of sight.  My ears were popping like crazy. I wanted to just cry.  I wanted to yell at my instructor to get down here and help me. I wanted to yell at my parents for even convincing me to try this. I just wanted to yell.

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Where was that stupid remote? I looked for it everywhere.  After like 2 whole minutes I (it felt like longer, trust me) I found it. I was getting dizzy and light headed. I could barely think.  I pressed a random button.  Thankfully, it was the right one. I got pushed all the way to the top of the water.



I breathed out a sigh of relief.  I wanted to try again. But this time I would take it slowly. One meter at a time. I pressed that tiny red button once again.  This time gently.  I had reached 1 meter and once again perfectly fine. Then I went for 2 meters. Once more, I went down perfectly fine.

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No, wait!  It was happening again. Pop, pop, pop!  Oh no!  I couldn’t go lower than 2 meters.  I pressed the orange button and shot back to the top.  My instructor came towards me to talk to me. Before he even had a chance to speak I started blabbing on.   “I am so sorry. I really tried but as soon as I hit 2 meters my ears start popping like crazy. I don’t know what to do.”   He looked at me with a blank face.

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“Ok,” he said.  I was surprised that was all he said. “Do you want to swim back to the boat?” he asked me.

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I nodded happily and turned around. I started swimming towards our boat. I looked back and watched the guide go back underwater. That’s when I had all these different thoughts running through my head. ‘Was scuba diving really the thing for me?’  But even though I didn’t make it down, I am glad I tried.

 

If you pray for rain long enough, it eventually does fall. If you pray for floodwaters to abate, they eventually do. The same happens in the absence of prayers. -Steve Allen, television host, musician, actor, comedian, and writer (26 Dec 1921-2000)

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