Musings of an aspiring Yogi!

Ever since I did my first Chakrasana when I was like 10 yrs old, I have loved to twist and contort my body into various shapes. As I grew older I realized that for the kind of hyper-active brain that I have been cursed with, yoga was a wonderful release. So when I decided to take myself to a god-forsaken part of karnataka for a Yoga Instructors Course, it seemed natural.
In order to keep my darlings abreast of my discoveries of myself and my surroundings, I sent them an SMS everyday. This post is a compilation of all those SMSes...a window into my tryst with Yoga.

Day 1: Introduction to our fellow aspiring Yoga instructors, and our uniforms for the month. A sky blue kurta and deep blue tracks. I'm not sure I like it  but I love my pink yoga mat.

Day 2: Discovered some new muscles in my body when they started to hurt, and my taste buds are going to be dead by the time I leave here but I'm loving it!!

Day 3: I'm a nerd in yoga school too. People are making fun of me for taking it too seriously! Also I'm not built for meditation. Snooze Festival!!! :D

Day 4: My taste buds made a narrow escape from the jaws of death!..yummy hot Pongal for breakfast! Plus i met a firecracker of a woman from Taiwan!

Day 5: Introduction to Power Yoga...the most invigorating thing I have ever done. Plus Im trying to make friends with a doggie.(Ramu)

Day 6: Met a wonderful lady from Kerala who is teaching me to do Chakrasana with one leg in the air. Feeling like I'm rediscovering my body.

Day 7: Sutra neti and jal neti day today. Feel like  more air is going through me now.And I'm in awe of our instructor, hes 6 feet 4 inches and so bendy. hehe!

Day 8: A spellbinding lecture from a 80 yr old man and the first time I laughed like crazy since i came here! Lovely day..

Day 9: Saw fireflies for the first time in my life..felt like i was in a fairy tale.

Day 10:  Had a conversation in 'Nalla Tamil' with someone today. I miss home  :(

Day 11 and 12 : Preparations for the Silver jubilee celebrations and the mid course exam! Lots of free time..bored and not liking it.

Day 13: Mid course exam day...was weird to write exams after long. Also had an awesome conversation with a wonderful Columbian woman married to a Kashmiri.

Day 14: Learnt to do the Sarvangasana with my legs in Padmasana today! Felt fabulous..soo much to learn.

Day 15: Learning some really crazy stunts from a super cute guy from Nepal! Plus my article will come in the paper tomorrow! Happy me!!

Day 16: Stomach cleansing Kriya today! What a puking symphony it was... feel light and energetic though.

Day 17: Was shown a beautiful spot on the campus..windy and wonderful..and I had a heartwarming conversation with our Nepali Yoga expert and a super sweet girl who is a masters in Sanskrit and Music.Impressed by the diversity of the group.

Day 18: I find myself at the center of controversy and my first day of teaching the yogasanas..was good fun and a lot of laughs. Love the group i have been put in :D

Day 19: A horrible dark day for a super sweet woman and women in general. The world is full of conservative bigots!!

Day 20: Had a completely new perspective of Bollywood from a fantastic woman from Chile.She said "I wanna get married and live in London."

Day 21: Frustrated by all the chanting and bhajans, a bunch of to be yogis grooved secretly to Sheila ki Jawani. Was pure uninhibited bliss!!

Day 22: Restless energy resulting in doing repeated Suryanamaskaras at a fantastic location looking at the sunset.

Day 23: Got a campus tour with Mowgli (as she is fondly called), a fantastic free spirited seeker of berries and fruits in this gorgeous place.

Day 24: What a lovely day! Vented some of my pent up frustration, someYah-Yahs in the making and my first group hug in this place..I love women!! We are awesome!! Plus learnt some fantastic games..laughed till my stomach hurt.

Day 25: The most uplifting day ever!! Was in a wonderful bhajan session..singing and dancing! My body is still tingling from the vibrations!!

Day 26: Shoving things up your nose and puking exam!! Was alright..cant wait to get done now.

Day 27: Spending most of my time having conversations with the people I have grown close to and giving exams.

Day 28: Report presentation day..reunited with my love for public speaking. Plus our group conducts the asana session tomorrow, so preparing earnestly.

Day 29: We do a fabulous job of conducting the last asana session of the course and visit to Art of Living Ashram. Cant wait for tomorrow!!!.

Day 30: Saraswati Homah and distribution of certificates. We are officially Yoga Instructors now.!! Yay!!!

It was a tumultuous journey..the 30 days and 30 nights.. but something I can cross off my bucket list now!!

Friends!

This post is dedicated to my best friends in Mumbai,the ones who helped me stay sane despite the fact that I'm miles away from my family and loved ones!

Zoobi

Zoobi: My first friend in the city, who instantly made me feel at home in the area I had found my new home in! Her infectious enthusiasm and energy have turned around quite a few terrible days of homesickness!! In one and half years she has grown from a fiesty firecracker of a puppy to a fine young lady, surprising me and making me fall in love with her all over again!!

Lalu: My boisterous possessive local boyfriend! Whenever we met, he demanded undivided attention, finding his way onto my lap and ensuring that he was all I saw! And what could I do other than feebly accept defeat! I was a sucker for those big brown eyes!!

Lalu after a hearty meal!!

Captain Jack Sparrow: My dear one eyed darling! He would wait patiently for my possessive Lalu to get distracted and make his move! Come for a quick hug and a kiss, fill my heart with joy and walk away! I love him more for his subtlety and poise!





Caramel: The little fluffy little creature who warmed me towards my new house after the shift! In just two days we developed a bond so strong, we would run towards each other like estranged lovers everyday for a warm embrace! I hear that these days she is chilling in a plush Colaba home! What can I say, u deserve it darling!!

Bujji: I don't know if she has a name, but that's what I call her and that's what she is! A tiny little jack in the box! She adores me and I adore her even more! On days when I have felt like i have no loved ones in this crazy city she has laid down at my feet, not letting me go home, smothered me with love, knowing that's exactly what I need!!

 This is a heartfelt thanks to each one of you and I hope that I will always be there if u guys ever need me!

Mission 2011

I made a bucket list two years back. I have not even checked off one and already I feel like somethings on them are not important to me anymore. So I have decided to make a list for things I want to do before 2011 kicks the bucket.
1) I HAVE to stop biting my nails. Grow them long and paint them deep red.
2) Learn to whistle with my fingers in my mouth.
3) Become fluent in Japanese
4) Learn to make lip smacking Maharashtrian sea food.
5) Stop being stuck up and allow Kush to teach me to ride a motorbike.
6) Start driving again and take Layla on long drives.
7) Learn a new Indian language.
8) Make yoga a way of life, teach maybe.
9) To let my hair grow to waist length.
10) To get some friends together and kick start a street doggy welfare initiative in Hyderabad.

Live to Love Ladakh!

Spectacular mountain ranges, inspirationally pristine blue skies, colourful prayer flags fluttering in the mountain breeze, the awe inducing dance of light and colour performed by the sun and the rivers…Every waking second spent in Ladakh was breathtaking, but there are some experiences which instantly transport me back to Ladakh, my new happy place.

• The sight of the beautiful snow capped peaks that greeted me every morning as I woke up.
• The first time I enjoyed a cup of chai.
• Plucking crisp, luscious apples from the tree in our garden. Every bite filling my mouth with the delicious juice and my heart with joy
• The carefully orchestrated routine of wearing the thermals, the sweater, the jacket the sunscreen, the gloves, the helmet and then realising that the bike keys are in your pocket.
• The furry, shaggy dogs in Leh, like Leh itself, silent, serene, sedate. Observing other not so enlightened creatures go about their daily business.
• Breaking into a suryanamaskar in the middle of nowhere out of sheer gratitude to Apollo.
• The quaint little medicine man we met at Thiksey monastery. He was the most vibrant; most full of life person I have ever met.
• The nightly post dinner huddle on a bed to see the pictures of the day and sigh collectively at the sheer beauty we were in the presence of.
• The delightfully cute, pink cheeked kids trotting off merrily to school.
• Juley -The most marvellously multipurpose word. It’s hi, its bye and its thanks.
• The treacherous yet starkly beautiful landscapes of mountains and snow that kept us company on the bumpy ride to Khardung la. The sense of satisfaction and achievement after actually getting there.
• The sizzling hot chai at 18380 feet that almost literally brought us back to life.
• Wonderfully warm army men who thought we were insane to come so far and so high up.
•     The ridiculously simple yet superbly delicious thukpa.

• Looking at a striking blue river flowing through virgin white sands against the robust brown of the mountains. Good jab Mother Nature!
• Chang la- the most unbelievable contrast I have experienced. The freezing winds, the icy roads and the warmest friendliest people giving out free chai.
• Pangong Tso- I’m not going to describe her and reduce her beauty to mere words. You have not lived fully if you have not been there.
• Lamayuru- the thought of this day always makes me laugh. The arduous ride through horrifying, dusty, stony roads. The mountain being blown up fifty feet ahead of us. All for a view of the elusive moon land which remained outside our reach.
•  The love I feel for the lovely people I shared this trip with. They will always be part of my most beautiful memories and we will always be Team LEH!

Everytime it rains!!

Its been a long while since I wrote but theres nothing 'bloggable' about accounts and audit and TDS certificates..the things that have been occupying my mind,my daysand most of my nights..but something did revive me from my occupation induced coma..and it was indeed like the sweet kiss of a prince charming on my lips..it was a drop of rain..The monsoons have always been special in my life..to me it is the season where nature celebrates after the scorching heat of the summer..Since childhood, at every stage in my life I have had fond memories of monsoons..

In primary school I had this bright orange raincoat I was insanely proud of...I used to silently beg for rain everyday so I could flaunt it in front of my friends in school.

The days when we used to walk back from school, when it has just stopped raining but Im not done getting wet, I would tug at every branch that I could reach gettting soaked in my own version of rain..:)

The paper boats we made for the streams of water that flowed outside our house after a good shower..some unfortunate test results have sailed away in those streams.. ;)

We grew up in a family of five cousins..so heavy rains meant unexpected holidays which meant watching TV and eating out of our lunch boxes..which was so much more fun at home!!

I went to a beautifully green college..on the days that it came down really hard, our gang of girls would come to college..make full use of the free lectures standing in the corridors,taking in the gorgeous smell of wet earth and feeling the gentle spray on our faces..

My sisters and I have gone for innumerable long rides on the bike in AOC just after a heavy downpour, singing loudly our favourite songs from Sound of Music.

My darling layla doggie and the rain are worst enemies. She doesnt like the water in her eyes and is petrified of thunder, but when the rain stops and she steps out there is no stopping her. She steps in every puddle and will drag you across the street to sample the new delicious scents the rain has unearthed..

I started dating the love of my life in the monsoons..so our first long drives,long walks, long bike rides are all in the rain..its been five years and every year the monsoons reinforce why we fell in love along with renewing our bond.

My first rain in Mumbai, which I shared with a spirited firecracker of a dog I call Zubi.. we were both completely soaked and completely covered in mud and a pure uninhibited joy.

Cant wait to make some more rainsoaked memories in the Mumbai monsoon..

Smells like Love!

Valentines day is around the corner, Im away from my man, love is in the air and love is on my mind.As I wandered through a mall, bedecked with fluffy red heart men with their arms extended in love and red balloons hanging from everywhere, I felt mushy and light headed, the hopeless romantic that I am. For this I blame the below mentioned people (some names changed, some completely eliminated to protect their privacy ;) )

• My mum, who after 27 years of being married to my dad, still blushes when my he pulls her into her arms for a photo.
• My super amazing boyfriend  Kushang (who is not at all an sms person) sends me a sweet good morning message, that I can wake up to every morning
• A dear friend of mine, travels 700 kms and then sneaks into his girlfriends house at midnight to surprise her for her birthday.
• My doggie Layla has met and flirted with tonnes of other doggies but she only rolls over and shows her belly to her true love Tyson.
• My french brother in law Philippe got into a dhoti at 430 am and sat in front of a fire for hours so he can be united in holy matrimony to the love of his life.
• My darling yah- yah sends sweet notes and packages by post to her boyfriend so he feels less lonely in the strange place he lives in.
• Every time he leaves home, my dad calls my mum to tell her he reached his destination safely.
• A beautiful young lady travels in the ladies coach with me everyday but as soon as she gets down , she finds her husband, holds his hand and walks out of the station.
• I saw a couple at Naturals today, at least 60 years old..one scoop of ice cream, one spoon, two happy people.
• My cousin, who was terrified of dogs, learned to love and has also adopted a stray out of the love she has for her gorgeous husband.
• An awesome guy I know, brings chocolate to his girlfriends doorstep when he knows shes PMSing and needs a pick me up.
• My grand parents might not seem like the most in love couple, but my granddad always holds my grndmoms hand when they cross the road together.

Some of these couples say "I love you" everyday, some have never said it in their lives but when I see them together it reassures me that "Love will keep us alive!"

Mumbai Musings

As I packed my bags and moved to Mumbai, I didn’t know what to expect from this place…the crowds, the local trains, the crazy schedules, the unbelievable shopping, the pigeon holes pretending to be houses, the fantastic food, the slums, the high rises, the MNS, Bollywood. The city is a sensory overload. After careful consideration, I have picked out some of my favourite first impressions of Mumbai.

1) In Mumbai, no matter how fast I walk, someone always walks past me.

2) In this city, where people are supposed to be completely oblivious to others, 8 out of 10 people (these are real numbers from a test conducted by me) smile back at you when you smile at them.

3) I catch the 8:37 local train every morning…odd times like 8:37, 5:12 didn’t mean anything to me till I came to Mumbai.

4) Chattrapati Shivaji Terminus..the throbbing epicentre of all activity in Mumbai.. I see it every day..and everyday it takes my breath away.

5) I love the black n yellow taxis; they add a certain old world charm to the streets of this bustling city.

6) Mumbai is so super chaotic that I appear like a patient, peaceful person here ;) (Its all relative, huh?)

7) Naturals Icecream!! Thank you Mumbai for bringing it to us!

8) People from slums call WSD (a super awesome NGO) saying a dog that lives with them needs first aid, and when we go and do it, buy us a cold drink.( n then there are the rich idiots who abandon their Dalmatians on the street)

9) The most awesome food is available on the streets.

10) I can eat alone…..and enjoy it..

11) The local trains are a study in human nature..the people who read newspapers, standing, the ladies who chop their vegetables, the people who push n shove for seats,those who hang out by the door listening to music.. I can hardly get myself to read my book, there is so much to observe.

12) Fruit cream at Haji Ali!! Its ‘Christmas in my mouth’!!

13) Walking on Marine drive, watching the sunset over the horizon, works wonders after a bad day at work

14) The Gateway of India and the Taj hotel, facing each other, watching over the city.. they represent for me the acceptance that no matter what, life will go on.

15) I have been in what is perhaps the most crowded city in the country and no one has ‘accidentally’ touched me or called me ‘sexy’ or ‘item’ or some other such obscene thing. I feel liberated and I am loving it!!