deep water class 12 CBSE English summary, explanation , word meanings, NCERT, solution
point to Remember
- feared water
- 3 or 4 year old, went to beach with father, knocked down, swept over by waves, suffocated, Frightened
- decided to learn swimming at Y.M.C.A , pool Yakima
- pool safe 2/3 feet at shallow end, 9 feet at deep, end
- got water wings
- beginning to feel comfortable
- Another incident / Misadventure
- big boy threw him into deep end, frightened , lungs ready to burst
- decided to hit feet on the bottom and return as a cork
- came up, slowly, opened eyes but found water everywhere
- terrified, tried to scream, no sound
- legs paralyzed , rigid
- went down second time
- hit bottom , felt dizzy, lost -his command on legs
- groped for support, called for help, no result
- went down third time
- stopped struggling, legs limp’
- blackness swept over his brain–was quiet, peaceful, drowsy
Once out of Unconsciousness , he
- found himself, lying on stomach, vomitting
- reached home felt weak, trembled
- wept, couldn;t eat, frightened ,avoided water
- felt terrified
- feared water, spoiled holidays
- one october, decided to overcome fear
- hired swimming instructor
- practised swimming, five days a week , one hour daily took three months to relax.
- learnt to put face in water, exhale, raise nose and Inhale
- learnt to kick legs
- instructor gave practice with a rope and a pulley
- taught for six months
- made swimmer out of him, no longer feared water,
- Douglas got confidence
- no longer afraid, managed to conquer fear,
it had happened when i was ten or eleven years old, i had decided to learn to swim there was a pool at the Y.MC.A in yakima that offered exactly the opportunity , the yakima River was treacherous, mother continually warned against, it and kept fresh in my mind the details of each drowning in the river, but the Y.M,C.A pool was safe, it was only two or three feet deep at the shallow end, the while it was nine, feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual I got a pair of water wings and went to the pool, I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs , but I subdued my pride and did it,
from the beginning , however I had an aversion to the water when I was in this started when I was three or four years old and father took him to the beach in california , he and I stood together in the surf I hung on to him , yet the waves knocked the down and swept over me I was buried in water my breath was gone I was frightened . my introduction to the Y.M.C.A swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish fears, but in a little while I gathered confidence, I paddled with my new water boys and trying to learn by aping them, I did this two or three times on different days and was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened,
I went to the pool when no one else was there , the place was quiet , the water was still and the tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub, I was timid about going in alone, so i sat on the side of the pool to wait for other, I had not been there long when i came a big bruiser of a , boy probably eighteen years old, he had thick hair on his chest, he was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms, that showed rippling muscles, he yelled , his skinny ; how ;t you like to be ducked?’ with that he picked me up and tossed me into the deep, end i landed in a sitting position, swallowed water, and went at once to the bottom, I was frightened , but not yet frightened out of my wits, on the way down I planned : when my feet hit the bottom, I would make a big jump, come to the surface, lie, flat on it and paddle to the edge of the pool ,
It seemed a long way down those, nine feet were more like ninety, and before I touched bottom my lungs were ready to burst, but when my feet hit bottom I summoned all my strength and made what I thought was a great spring upward, I imagined I would job to the surface like a cork, Instead , I came up slowly, I opened my eyes and saw nothing but water that had a dirty yellow tinge, to it grew panicky, I reached up as if to grab rope and my eyes and nose came out of the water–but not my month. a failed at the surface of the water, swallowed and choked, I tired my legs up, but they hung as dead weights, paralysed and rigid, a great force was pulling me under I screamed, but only the water hear me I had started on the long journey back to the bottom of the pool.
I struck at the water as I went down, expending my strength as one in a nightmare fights an irresistible, force I had lost all my breath, my lungs ached , my head throbbed I was getting dizzy, but I remembered the strategy—I would spring from the bottom of the pool and come like a cork to the surface, I would lie flat on the water, strike out with my arms, and thrash with my legs then I would get to the edge of the pool and be safe, I went down , down endlessly , I opened my eyes nothing but water with a yellow glow—dark water that one could not see through. and then sheer, stark terror seized me, terror that knows no understanding, terror that knows no control, terror that no one can understand who has not experienced, it I was shrieking under water, I was paralyed under water–stiff, rigid with fear, even the screams in my throat were, frozen only my heart, and the pounding in my head, said that I was still alive,
and then in the midst of the came a touch of reason, I must remember to jump when I hit the bottom At last I felt the tiles under me, my toes reached out as if to grab them I jumped with everything I had, but the jump made no difference, the water was still around me I looked for ropes, ladders, water wings, nothing but water, A mass of yellow water held, me stark terror took an even deeper hold on me, like a great charge of electricity, I shook and trembled with fright my arms wouldn’t move , my legs wouldn” t move I tried to call for help to call for mother, nothing happened , and then , strangely , there was light, I was coming out of the awful yellow water, at least my eyes were, my nose was almost out too then I started down a third time I sucked for air and got water, the yellowish light was going out,
Then all effort ceased, I relaxed even my legs felt limp. and a blackness swept over my brain, it wiped out fear, it wiped out terror . there was no more panic, it was quiet and peaceful. nothing to be afraid, of this is nice to be drowsy–to go to sleep no need to jump–to tired to jump it’s nice to be carried gently –to float along in space, tender arms around me—tender arms like mother’s now I must go to sleep I crossed to oblivion, and the curtain of life fell Th e next I remember I was lying on my stomach beside the pool, vomitting . the chap that threw we in was saying ” but I was only fooling ” someone said the kid nearly died be all right now let’s carry him to the locker room Several hours later, I walked home I was weak and trembling I shook and cried when I lay on my bed. I couldn’t eat that night for days , a haunting fear was in my heart. The slightest exertion upset, me making me wobbly in the knees and sick to my stomach.
I never went back to the pool I feared I avoided it whenever I could
A few years later when I came to know the waters of the cascades, I wanted to get into them and whenever I did —whether I was wading the Tieton or bumping River or bathing in warm lake of the goat Rocks —the terror that had seized me in pool would come back, it would take possession of ,me completely. my legs would become paralysed . Icy horror would grab my heart. this handicap stayed with me as the years rolled, by in canoes on maine lakes fishing for landlocked salmon, bass fishing in new hamphire , trout fishing on the deschutes and metolius in oregon, fishing for salmon on the columbia, at bumping lake in the casades–whenever I went , the haunting fear of the water followed me it ruined my fishing trips, deprived me of the joy of canoeting , boating and swimming
I used every way I knew to overcome this fear, but it held me firmly in its grip, finally. one october , I decided ,to get an instructor and learn to swim. I went to a pool and practiced five days week, an hour each day, the instructor put a belt around me, a rope attached to the belt went through a pulley that ran on an overhead cable, he held on to end of the rope, the and we went and forth, back and forth across the pool hour after hour . day after day, week after week, on each trip across the pool a bit of the panic seized me, each time the instructor relaxed his hold on the rope and I went under, some of the old terror returned and my me legs froze, it was three months before the tension began slack, then taught me to put my face under water and exhale, and to raise my nose and inhale, I repeated the exercise hundreds of times, bit by bit I shed part of the panic that seized me when my head went under water,
next he held me at the side of the pool and had me kick with my legs, for weeks I did just that, at first my legs refused to work, but they gradually relaxed, and finally I could command them thus piece by piece , he built a swimmer, and when he had perfected each piece he put them together into an integrated whole, in april he said now you can swim. dive off and swim the length of the pool, crawl stoke” I did. the instructor was finished but i was not finished I still wondered if I would terror-stricken when I was alone in the pool, I tired it I swam the length up and down, Tiny vestiges of the old terror would return but now I could frown and say to that terror, trying to scare me he, well? here’s to you; look and off I d go for another length of the pool .
- crawlstroke—-धीरे धीरे तैरना
- flaided—जोर से पटके
- Hungon–लटकाया गया
- Revived–फिर से जीवित करना
deep water summary
The author’s autobiography of men and mountains In this piece he tells about his fear of water and how he conquered it by determination and will power. As , a child when he was’ 3 or 4 years old , he would go to the beach with his further in california , he would get scared by the might of the huge waves which swept over him that it instilled a permanent fear, in his sub–conscious mind A few year later in his incident he stayed away from water but the desire to go fishing and swimming in nature was strong enough to motivate him. to overcome his fear he learned summing with the help of an instructor who ensured that the author knew swimming well enough to be swim in huge lakes and cascades also, still when the author would swim the fear from his childhood experiences embedded in his sub–conscious mind would grip him over again he, wanted to conquer that fear.
He faced sarcastically, thinking that now as he knew how to swim what harm could it do to him, he challenged his in the face of it and finally it would vanish it was a baseless fear instilled in his sub-conscious mind this experience was valuable for him, he had experienced terror death, overcome it and finally conquered it. He realized that death is peaceful and it is that fear of death that is terrorizing His will to live life grew intensely as he had overcome his fear,
QUESTION AND ANSWER;
QUESTION: 1 what is the misadventure ” that william Douglas speaks about?
Ans: once. when the author’s age was eleven, he went to YMCA swimming pool swim . he was sitting on the edge of the pool when a strong young man whose age was around eighteen picked him and tossed him into the pool. he was frightened as the could have drowned in the water. he considered this incident as the misadventure happened to him
QUESTION:2 how did the instructor ” build a swimmer” out of Douglas?
Ans: The author decided to get over his fear and thatswhy decide to learn swimming he talked to an instructor to instruct him how to swim. the instructor tied a belt around the author, A rope was attached to the belt through, a pulley that ran on an overhead cable the instructor used to relax the rope when author used to go under the author practical for hours to get over his fear, the instructor also taught him to put his face under water while exhaling and to bring his nose out while inhaling , he repeated these excercises no of times of become a good swimmer.
QUESTION:3 how and when did Douglas develop an aversion to water?
Ans: His aversion to water began when he was three or four years old he went with his father to a beach where the waves knocked him down and overpowered him . he was buried under the waves, this created the phobia in his mind and left him in state of fear.
QUESTION:4 why has the Yakima river been referred to as treacherous?
Ans: there had been several cases of drowning in the river, it was not considered safe because of its rough water and fast current. Douglas mother used to remind him the drowning cases there.
QUESTION:5 In order to escape drowning what strategy did Douglas adopt while in the deep end of the pool?
Ans: when Douglas was thrown into water. he was terribly frightened but still mentally alert, He planned that when his feet the bottom he would make a big jump, come to the surface lie flat on it and paddle to the edge of the pool.