Aquatic Animals Can Talk Too

Varun is a marine biologist. That is, he studies aquatic creatures. It is a very interesting field as it doesn’t stress fully on bookish studies. You actually get to scuba dive and see live animals. So, coming back, he is an expert in that field.

The day with date 14-5-2007 was the turning point of his life. It started just like any other day. He woke up at 4:00 and went to his usual beach walks. That day’s beach was the Palavakkam beach. Of course all of this was after he brushed and bathed. Then he taught biology classes at his childhood school Vanshi Manthan Vidyashram.

At 4:30 he went for scuba diving to his morning beach. He went and wore his scuba suit. He went a little further to the deeper area than the usual. Due to the higher pressure his rickety old boat broke and he drowned. Owing to the shock, he didn’t realize it until it was too late. He suddenly woke up, finding that he was going straight smoothly. Lo! He was on some green rough surface of a crocodile’s body.

The crocodile which was a slender-snorted one spoke to him, “Hi, Varun.” He staggered back and almost fell down off its back. “How could a crocodile speak with him?”, he thought. The crocodile replied with a frown,” When you hit the ground, you swallowed a pearl eaten and thrown up by the Crocodile King ‘MAKAR’. If a crocodile becomes a king he is given a unique possession, a unicorn horn which when blown can grant anything to the blower. When you swallowed the pearl it gave you the power of living underwater and understanding crocodile speech”

Now he made two mental notes: the crocodile speaks through telepathy as it didn’t move its mouth while talking; it could read his mind, so he could also speak with it. He asked its name. It replied,” Gharial” It told they were going to their palace which was very famous in the human world.

Varun thought, when they didn’t even know that there was a crocodile king, how could they know its palace? It told it was the deepest one in the sea near Phillippines. He exclaimed,” The Marina trench?” It gave a positive reply. How had they reached its bottom, let alone build a palace? They were simply astonishing.

They reached the bottom in another few minutes. There was a building of the size of the Brihadeeshwara temple, made of bubbles and sea foam. He entered the palace which they called ‘The Great White Sea Palace’. He had seen and known a lot about several types of crocodiles in this 1 hour than how much he had learnt in his 10 years of service.

As they reached the throne room all crocodiles drooled on him but Gharial whispered something and they let him go. As he neared the throne room he could feel more energy passing through him. In the center was a majestic throne-bed of colorful corals. Lying down on it was an enormous Black Caiman holding a horn. It was discussing with various other species of crocs. Then it announced after an hour or so when he was offered lots of sea food. He refused everything as he was a vegetarian. They ate it with relish. After an hour or so, they gave their verdict. The Black Caiman declared,”Though, Varun has crossed our borders and eaten a pearl without our authorization; he has proved himself worthy of a crocodile’s trust, which is why I ordered Gharial to bring him safely to our terrain. I state this as he has allowed traveling on a crocodile without attacking it or our comrades. Therefore I give him power of permanent aquatic animal speech and underwater life.

Taking the reason that Varun has seen the polluted waters of the Indian Ocean he shall be taken on the tour of the World of Global Ocean by a crocodile of his choice. He shall see how polluted it is and educate humans about it. As his name is Varun (the Hindu god of sea), they would see him as the divine messenger of seas.”

So Varun chose Gharial. As ordered he was taken on a world tour. He returned to Chennai after a few months. People had thought him to be dead and given him last respects. The whole population was shocked but they received him with grandeur. He started preaching on prevention of water pollution in another few days. In a few weeks a big organization was formed under his leadership.

He named it ‘The Makar H2O Raksha Sangam’ in honor of the Croc king. He still continued his regular routine mentioned above. Whenever he needed a chat with the crocodile he dived into the Palavakkam beach and thought for Gharial to come and it appeared in a few seconds and took him wherever he wanted. As my best friend, he shared this first with me and persuaded me to write a book on it and publish it as a fiction story, to get us funds. You’re holding the book in your hand right now, having finished reading it. That’s the end of my book. Meet you in the next book.