Why its called Kan's Abyss

Very much like this first blog, my very first heat beat, my very first breath, my very first love almost like every other OKHAIs ( people born at OKHA, a small port town on the tip of Gujarat, Western India) is and will have to be the ocean, the sea. That lovely blue endless horizon that my infant eyes must have seen for the first time, long 39 years back when I was born in a small government hospital just few meters away from that roaring sea in the middle of the June night, has expanded with my wisdom and age. It's that fascinating horizon in my dreaming, innocent eyes stretched from my room's window, now encircles the whole world. It wondered me in my childhood and used sandy beach to search colourful sea shells, the KODIs, ( not PHOOTY KODI of Hindi but unbroken ones), It thrilled me in teens while getting wet with each roaring wave, It provoked me, fascinated me, in youth with its sheer arrogance which I inculcated the most then and with traces still within, it accompanied me till mid nights on moonlit nights when I just want to be in silence, It listened all my outbursts, my complaints, my impractical, dark and bright dreams almost in silences in the ebb tides of day, or night or summer afternoons. Those golden waves of the morning and the saffron skies over hanging the farthest most Small dwindling fishing boat carrying fishes and hopes for those black, shirtless, kids in disheveled hairs of those fishermen.

Mesmerizing ! Awesome and wonderful windy and cold winter nights that I spent on the surface of the swells of waves and on the sandy beach with friends both at my town and during my profession at Bediport, Jamnagar smoking for fun, and having a Heineken beer !

It took me places, prompted me a different world to choose my early profession, I still can't believe at times when I open my eyes in the morning to find out myself hundreds of kilometers away from that first love of my life and as if my own identity is blurred with the dirt of time overlapping my past.

At times silent, at times roaring, at times devastating, at times calm, at times furious, most of the time busy the ocean, the sea of my love is. One of my favourite and highly respected author Chandrakant bakshi once wrote that "oceans are monotonous, rivers are not" - I don't think so. Each morning I have seen the the glory of the ocean in tandem with the glory of the rising sun, for the ocean there is no monotony, each passing day every shores are different, people coming to shores are different, each day they treat sea is different.

I could write pages and pages for it but as the tide changes it stops roaring at the coast, but deep down it remains mystical and always unfathomable and therefore I have fallen in love with it and therefore , this is going to be my world here on this blog resembling the Abyss of the ocean - that unfathomable depth with mystical world deep down in... WELCOME ALL - HERE IS KAN'S ABYSS