Let’s face it, that first day on the beach has us all feeling like aliens. You crawl out of your city-shell into sun and sand and suddenly you want nothing more than to bury yourself in some quiet dark place. If you’re shacking up on the beach itself, then you feel violently conspicuous in your excess of clothes and your post-travel grime.
Everyone around you looks tanned and happy, having soaked up all that regenerative energy the sun and sea have to offer. Even if you’re browner than whatever they’re calling ‘dusky’ in Bollywood these days, you feel pale.
Take The Plunge
The easiest way to shake off that funk is to dive in. Drop the bag, slip off the shoes, test the sand, test the water, drink some chai, and ignore the tan lines.
Can The Shopping
The newest unhealthy habit among city birds is to shop vigorously and extensively for the beach. Sports shorts, tank tops, spandex, neon, create a toxic glow among all those yellows and blues. Instead, cut up your old jeans. Dig out things you never wore in the city because you didn’t have the courage. New is boring. Lose the sneakers and invest in some chappals, if you really want to shop. Bata is best.
Of course, gawking does tend to be an unavoidable part of beach-bumming. Bodies tend to be at their best by the sea. They’re at ease, attractive, and lose so much of that self-consciousness that clouds their everyday. However, if you see them start to fold up and crunch under your gaze, then you know you’ve penetrated that layer of happiness. Don’t. And don’t let it happen to you, either.
Wear A Bikini
This doesn’t apply to men, of course (unless you’re Borat). Personally, I couldn’t care less what men wear on the beach. I don’t even know what they wear. But women, especially those who are trapped by safety worries in the city, why not grab this opportunity to soak up some vitamin D? Stop waiting for bikini bodies and yoga bodies and allow the body you have to just have fun. The truth is, by day 2 or 3, we all look the same. Relaxed, warmed and perfect. Save the pajamas and gym clothes for the Chennai beach.
Ok, I’ll admit, this doesn’t make you an alien; it just makes you an idiot. Somehow, you believe that the sea is going to wash away that pile of plastic and glass you left around your bonfire in the night. It isn’t. It’s going to leave it there for you and everyone else to look at in the morning. In a perfect world, it would wash it into your room while you were snoring drunkenly, but sadly, we’re all dependent on your sensitivity, at the moment. So, grow some.