• Is Yoga for everyone ?

    Today is International Yoga Day and as always, people will decide to stretch their arms, twist their necks or do whichever yogic poses they are comfortable doing.

    I was sitting in my father’s balcony watching the morning walkers when he remarked that the profile of walkers has changed over the years. In his younger days, the only people he saw walking were groups of pensioners who would amble along , chatting away and stopping to pick flowers for their daily prayer .

    Gradually, women joined in and soon the pensioners changed to middle aged couples. The morning exercisers then morphed into runners sporting neon coloured joggers and fancy sneakers . And most recently the Yoganics have joined them scurrying around earnestly with Yoga mats tucked under their arms .

    What is undeniable is the fact that Yoga has now become a household word the world over and like it or hate it, Yoga is here to stay. Much like malaria and tuberculosis and the most recent scourge of humanity – CoVid 19.

    Till two years ago, words like virus, pandemic, social distancing, and quarantine were found mainly in dictionaries. But today even my six-year-old grandson uses them in everyday speech.

    CoVid has undeniably impacted all our lives and introduced us to many new things, ideas and words. Some of them are literally life-changing while others we hope will soon vanish once the Virus vanishes or mutates into a harmless little creature.

    One of lessons I have learnt in the times of Corona, is that Yoga is the best form of exercise.

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    After all, with so many people scared of activities that involve close contact with others, etc., Yoga has suddenly acquired universal appeal because it is one activity that can be done in one’s home. It can be done without any equipment. It can also be done without prior knowledge thanks to the millions of YouTube instructions available online. And thanks to Mr. Modi, yoga is no longer a dirty word.

    Besides being a way to pass the time during this pandemic ( if you had any free time that is) it was also a healthy way to live and build immunity.

    Funnily enough, because of the load of housework in the initial stages of the pandemic when my household staff had fled to their villages, I didn’t find time to do much Yoga. My usual practice of 10 minutes was condensed to some cursory stretches while in bed and two asanas before I seized the day.

    When I managed to catch a Yoga class which was being Zoomed live, I considered myself lucky. But this was at best twice a week. However, now with things returning to some kind of rhythm, I find my Yoga a wonderful way to keep fit.

    But not all people take to Yoga mainly because of the several myths associated with it :

    Yoga is a Hindu exercise

    This by far is the silliest excuse I’ve heard for NOT doing Yoga. Especially from non-Hindus.

    One day, I ran into Dr. M, a scholar of religious studies (and somewhat of a fundamentalist in the religion he practices), reduced to half his size and devoid of all his bluster that characterised him during pre-Covid days. Of course, I was quite shocked to see him walk rather despondently down the Club verandah. When pressed, he confessed that he had had a health issue and was advised to de-stress.

    Yoga, was the answer to de-stress, especially the least physical of them – the Pranayam.

    Immediately, I seized my chance and told him to do Yoga as that was the best stress buster. But I was stunned that this learned and spiritually enlightened man said that this was simply out of the question because Yoga was a Hindu exercise system and contrary to his beliefs!

    Besides, he couldn’t bring himself to say, Om. When I told him that it was as ridiculous as dubbing callisthenics Christian, he relented and said perhaps he could try saying Ooo instead?

    Yoga makes you lose weight

    At the best of times when I did Yoga every day ( a really long, long time ago), I could only do around 15 Surya Namaskars ( i.e. 2 x 15 ) at a stretch. Of course, I didn’t lose any weight because I was already thin to begin with but as soon as the weight began to pile on I was tempted to try a free trial class of Power Yoga. No sooner were we warmed up than we began doing Surya Namaskars at such a frantic pace that left me completely breathless! All that I achieved at the end of the session was a pain in the lower back.

    However, Surya Namaskar which is a fluid movement of 7 asanas is a complete and rigorous form of Yoga. If done correctly and regularly, you will remain slim and trim. BUT you cannot start off with 108 and you also have to watch what you eat as is the case in any regimen that you adopt strictly to lose weight.

    Yoga is only for girls and sissies.

    I don’t know how this myth came about because most of the Yoga classes that I joined had a fair number of men. In fact, one of the better classes I attended ( Iyengar’s Yoga school) had MORE men than women. The instructors were men too . In one class, I suddenly found one of them winking at me, upside down, from the opposite side of the room while we were in the middle of an Adhomukhoshwanasana. I nearly gagged when I saw that wink especially since the man was as old and greying as I was!

    Western Women are better at Yoga

    This was the most ridiculous bit Yoga trivia I’d heard at a Yoga talk during a famous dietitian’s book launch. Rujuta Divekar who is undoubtedly a fitness guru said that Western women could do an unaided headstand from day one while we Indian women clung to the wall for all of our lives. This she attributed to their innate independence and our reluctance to stand alone. She also said that Indian women were better at forward bends because we were used to always giving in and being accommodating. Conversely, Western women were better at standing poses and couldn’t bend very well because they were stronger and more rigid and firm in their views. This didn’t detract me from attempting her exercises which really help time poor people like me to get fit .

    Yoga is a cult

    This I find is pure nonsense . I have over the years joined several Yoga classes and have never found myself in a cult. My Yoga teachers have always been mainstream people who took to Yoga purely out of interest and passion. Undoubtedly, there were some classes that began with a prayer or a series of Oms but many began without a Yoga prayer or mantras. And definitely none of our Yoga teachers preached any kind of philosophy.

    In fact attributing exercise to religion is foolish – almost like saying running is African simply because many runners are African or Kung Fu is Buddhist.

    essentially Yoga is not a mere exercise system but a holistic exercise system that is easy on the body and great for the spirit.

    So get out your yoga mat and stretch those muscles to good health

    Om, shanti, shanti, shanti hi.

    Happy Yoga Day and ciao

  • World Environment Day

    So today, we mark yet another World Environment Day where we talk about saving the world before we become extinct. Once again we have programs organised to make people aware of the environmental damage that we are creating intentionally or otherwise.

    Once again there will be WhatsApp messages like the ones I received below beseeching people to save the world before it is too late.

    Considering the fact that this movement has been active since 1972, and the climate is still changing, and the earth is still warming, and the fish are still dying in oceans where plastic is indiscriminately being dumped, I seriously feel that this is another drum beating exercise in futility.

    Don’t use Plastic – Mix up the beans

    When we go shopping for simple household items like vegetables, the vendors automatically bring out plastic carry bags. Why just last week, when I asked the vegetable vendor to dump all my vegetables in my cloth bag, he was aghast

    “What? The beans will all get mixed up?

    I didn’t really care and I told him so. After all, I was buying manageable quantities ( 250 g per vegetable) and it would just take a few minutes more to sort them out.

    He still didn’t buy that explanation and only after we gathered a few bystanders to witness this drama, did he reluctantly put them in the bag whilst the lookers-on shook their heads in amazement.

    Equally responsible for cutting down trees are those vendors who believe in packing goods in cardboard. The biggest culprit of all is AMAZON, with its humungous packages for the tiniest item. Possibly Amazon uses recycled paper and resources to package items. After all, when online purchase replace actual buying, how else can consumers receive goods they’ve paid for without being packaged properly?

    On line shopping is the preferred way to acquire stuff simply because travelling to get them has become a trek. In a city like Mumbai especially, traffic snarls are common and it often takes up to a half hour just to cross the street! Besides staying home to shop reduces one’s carbon footprint as no form of transport is used to shop with ( neither public nor private)

    So ultimately, what can we do but lament at the degradation of nature and at the advance of technology?

    Perhaps being more mindful of our wasteful consumption will help protect the earth. Being happy with less. Being happy with upcycling/recycling.

    So till the next world environment day, I wish all my readers a Happy Earth Day!

    Use less plastic. Buy less stuff.

    Ciao

  • Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.

    “Let’s meet up” is an oft- heard sentence when you bump into someone after ages. Once initial euphoria of meeting someone from the past , and after the few mandatory pleasantries are exchanged , this makes for a perfect parting line . And very often it remains one of those rhetorical exchanges that get lost in a heap of good intentions. Because as we all know : Life Happens.

    So I was surprised when this Saturday past, I actually met up with people I hadn’t met for over 40 years and some whom I had never met at all ! And all because someone did follow up on the suggestion that those of us who could , should meet .

    Initially there was some hesitation on my part about joining a party where there were more unknowns than known , but like J ( one of the movers and shakers behind our group ) reassured us when we were hesitant about joining the group, we should behave as nonchalantly as we did when we were the new kids in town: step outside your building / house find a kid around your age , exchange names and begin to play.

    And so the party began and we all had a fun time reminiscing about the past , exchanging life stories , while we munched on kebabs and downed shandies and pink Gins.

    A reunion to remember

    There was a lot of excitement building up two weeks prior to the reunion and the organisers who were purely voluntary took a lot of trouble getting the menu and the venue just right . Of course it also helped that all of us came from a similar background and were easy going and adaptable to begin with .

    We met in the Cantonment Bubble that many of us had lived in at various stages of its development. While the place has changed beyond recognition , our collective memories remained the same : playing French Cricket, weekly movies at the Club where drowning potato chips with a vile ketchup and flinging the empty plates like frisbees after the chips were done was par for the course and a hundred different anecdotes and incidents ( which I would not like to share ) of people we had all heard about or knew .

    The boys whom we remembered from our childhood were now grown men . Their voices had changed, hairlines receded, waist lines increased but yet they remained the same .

    Similarly we girls had changed. Some had blazed trails , some had become grannies . Many like me had become full ‘blown’ women while others had become sophisticated women of the world . Yet beneath it all , you could find a lurking giggle, a loud laugh or an old friend .

    And even though we were gray haired ‘kids’ , the few parents in our midst though older and greyer, still commanded awe and respect and instinctively we reverted to minding our P’s and Q’s as we did in days of yore when we spoke to Uncles and Aunties .

    What was it that made this afternoon magical and memorable – old memories ? Old bonds? Old friends ?

    It’s hard to tell but I came away in a haze of nostalgia and am grateful to everyone who made it happen.

    Ciao,

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