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I grew up in South India, which is part of the Deccan peninsula, listening to my grandma’s repertoire of mythological stories, rife with fictitious beings. One particular fable, that of Samudra mathana or “churning of the ocean”—a rare account of gods and demons joining hands to churn the resourceful ocean to procure the elixir of life—stood out for me. As the gods and demons churned the ocean, it spewed precious stones, seashells, the goddess of wealth, fantasy creatures with magical powers, and a deadly poison, before getting to the elixir. It was my first glimpse at what the ocean held in its chasmic depths.
The portrayal of the sea in prose and poetry, with all its zephyrs and tempests, painted a vivid picture of dancing waves on a turquoise canvas in my mind and added to the mystery of the ocean. I had to wait 16 years of my life to see it all for real, and I was rather disappointed. The plastic-littered beach and murky waters of the Arabian Sea dampened my excitement.
But over the past years, spending time on the Atlantic, Indian, and Pacific coasts has shown what you sign up for when you live on the coast—the sun-soaked beach walks, the marvel of sea creatures, the uncertainty of the storms, and the perils of the waves. In my quest to find out more about life in and around the oceans, I bumped into Hakai Magazine’s website filled with stunning visuals and mind-blowing stories. One tiny note in the footer, however, stood out: “Made next to the 🌊 in Victoria, Canada.” I wondered what that really meant. Now, I know.
As a journalism fellow at Hakai Magazine, I experience it day in and day out. The view of Victoria’s inner harbor from our office window infuses our conversations at work with the charm of water taxis, opulence of yachts, resilience of canoes, roars of seaplanes, and occasional squalling of gulls. There are whales to watch and fish to catch, waves to ride as I watch the clouds slide, and lungfuls of free sea breeze as long as I please! And of course, I get to write about the plethora of life forms that inspire awe and wonder and live in the infinite ocean. My first pick is the native Dungeness crab.
With each passing day, as I absorb the process behind making the mesmerizing ocean stories here, I think my grandma was right, as always. The ocean is indeed a place of plenty—a wealth of stories lies in the abundance of life it harbors. I’m here to tell some of those, with mystery and magic, just like grandma’s stories. There’s one key difference though: all the stories I’d tell will be rooted in science and facts.
Spoorthy Ramam
Journalism fellow |
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