tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88156986748755272882024-03-13T05:23:36.638-07:00The power of YogaThis blog embodies the power of yoga as chronicle of my journey of personal wellness using yoga as the core of my new way of life. It has helped me tremendously. It is also a way for me to share knowledge and educate others about how best to incorporate yoga into their own lives and then communicate and share our experiences to become more healthier and happy people.Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-44165335142542295242017-04-16T22:00:00.003-07:002017-04-16T22:00:40.946-07:00Beginning of a new CircleAfter Guruji's passing in 2014 my journey of yoga on this blog abruptly came to an end. I left yoga (at least physically) and due to cervical spine surgery I receded from regular practice..The fear and lethargy took over. While it wasn't a logical reason, that journey of my life was concluding and a new one was beginning (We will get to that eventually). I had no idea what I had written in all these years but a chapter got closed and I closed the book and moved on...till today. Someone had been quietly reading the 169 posts I had written in a span of 5 years and I had no idea I had written that much and that some day someone would remind me of what I had written.<br />
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So much has happened in the quiet of these last three years. My life has been propelled in a new direction, a direction I feel is far more meaningful. My munchkins have grown up into loving, confident and beautiful young women. The pain has transcended into fulfillment of my time with them. There is contentment and I learned to enjoy every bit of the time I have with them and despite my limited time with them I know these two young women will carry on into amazing lives. It made all the pain worthwhile.<br />
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The YogiTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-156920177247590802017-04-16T21:34:00.001-07:002017-04-16T21:35:03.625-07:00The Yoga of Chai!<div>
For many of us caffiene crazed yogis, Starbucks is a daily jaunt for a morning, post lunch or post dinner caffiene kick. Yes folks, I am a Starbucks addict and have provided my share of financial support for this company since the day it landed into downtown Portland. Wish I had put the same amount of money in its stock. All for the joy of a great "experience" -- yes that is why we started paying $1.20 for a cup of coffee. Starbucks became an experience versus a daily Folgers kick to wake you up from bed. </div>
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Now you must know, I come from a culture of "teas" and a large variety of them. There must be at least 10 flavors of Darjeeling Tea (Lopchu, Orange Pekoe, Green .. yada yada.. yada). Chai became a forgotten vernacular in my vocabulary since I moved to North America. I was introduced to hot black freshly brewed folgers. Growing up in India I only tasted instant coffee and that too only with milk and iced. I stopped caring about the boiled black tea with an overdose of fatty milk and sugar.. I prefered our more popular Lipton "Bland" tea bags with a drop of cream and no sugar and tepid water (why couldn't they heat up the water as much as the coffee pot next to it). I was "canadianized and then americanized" as far as tea was concerned and the chai at even the best at the run-of-the-mill india restaurants was disgustingly strong and unrefreshing. No one really paid much attention to flavor, quality or anything else for the matter as far as "chai" was concerned. </div>
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But how long could that suffering last. In 1997 one of my first software hires from from India who so seredipitously lived in Pune asked what I would like from India and I replied "some good darjeeling tea". He brought me a box of "Lopchu" and it changed my life. From then on never did I ever touch the lipton tea bag unless of course I had no choice -- such as a bumpy ride on an airplane or being held ransom at some gas station in a boon-dock location off a national highway where the coffee or the "espresso" was worse than a sip of motor oil. </div>
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I was rejuvenated with loose leaf darjeeling tea (ala Iyengar Yoga -- you see the similarity). It was rediscovery of my culture, my roots, something I had put behind me years ago as I blended into the north american culture with a burger, fries, milk shakes and yummy donuts. No one else in my house-hold cared for it. Only I and just I deserved the pleasure of this amazing tea, but only at home. All the darjeeling tea in grocery stores was not the real thing and speciality tea caffes had not yet hit our culture. I dreamed of starting a "chai house" some day. Well it is still just a dream!</div>
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The 'tea' from India became a requirement for any employee that was hired and yes we would hire them in "six packs". Six at a time. So every time a six pack arrived, I would get build a nice inventory of darjeeling tea, never ever to be repleted. I went from Lopchu to Orange Pekoe, to Assam and yes a new branded box of tea called "Roopak's" from a specialty grocery store in Karol Bagh in New Delhi. So no other tea but Roopak's for several years. Karol Bagh for any of you who have ever stepped into Delhi is an epicenter of craziness, traffic, pollution, an incredible culmination of man, animal, waste and machinery for the sheer joy of shopping and that too INCREDIBLE SHOPPING! Only next to Chandni Chowk and Old Delhi and yes some day I will write about my yogic experiences in those parts of Delhi. All my trips to India after 1998 included a trip to Roopak's in Delhi, if I was in Delhi to accumulate its tea, as much as I could carry. </div>
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So re-aligning myself back with "chai" -- in 2005 I had a chance to to visit Haridwar, India in cold January. Haridwar is a holy city on the banks of Ganges, the holiest river at the foothills of the Himalayas. It is where most Hindus, after they pass on and are cremated, like to have their ashes merged into the holy waters of the river. It is where they can trace back to their past generations as every death in their family is recorded. I traced back mine to the 17th century -- a HUGE discovery for me. It is also where I discovered the REAL CHAI, which forever awakened me to the power of chai! Ironically only an hour away was the holy city of Rishikesh, the yoga capital of the world!<br />
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Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-86521516411373847752014-08-20T08:55:00.000-07:002014-08-20T08:55:44.821-07:00The end of the circle - Guruji BKS Iyengar passes awayIts been nearly two years since I wrote a post. So much has changed for me and my practice. I have been off practice since last year as I developed pinched nerves in my cervical spine and had a disc replacement surgery in April. I was asked to be off yoga classes till September, but had made plans to start practice at Abhay's studio in Pune on August 20th, the day I arrived in Pune.<br />
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<br />Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-78323009253938764622011-11-24T16:38:00.001-08:002011-11-24T16:43:00.712-08:00ThanksgivingIts thanks-giving today and I am thankful for my life experiences, my children, my health, my friends and family. Every step I take into the next moment, I become more aware of my own self building on this self awareness that I am nothing but myself....<br /><br />NamasteTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-57629956332811638632011-10-20T22:24:00.000-07:002011-10-20T23:32:34.957-07:00Passion Makes Perfect<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5k0OCql80Do/TqEPIET4rXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/2isnZVADRnE/s1600/418.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665826437479312754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5k0OCql80Do/TqEPIET4rXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/2isnZVADRnE/s200/418.JPG" /></a> While<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o08FtLu3lAg/TqEIEykyNnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ln0HDVUWEqo/s1600/417.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665818684597352050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o08FtLu3lAg/TqEIEykyNnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ln0HDVUWEqo/s400/417.JPG" /></a> my yoga practice might be waning recently, my blogging nearly extinct, my passion for life isn't and I have been redirecting a lot of it to my work, my children and helping young entrepreneurs seed companies.<br /><br />I know I am off balance on yoga but I do try to keep up the practice anytime I can make it to the gym and can attend a class from Nuvana. The practice will return but the passion for yoga remains.. So let passion drive the practice for perfection... my wish for you..<br /><br />Love you An and Sel..<br /><br />D<br />Namaste<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DciecYxG6SE/TqEPgvaEOgI/AAAAAAAAApA/MxeRkmIc5zU/s1600/176.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665826861364820482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DciecYxG6SE/TqEPgvaEOgI/AAAAAAAAApA/MxeRkmIc5zU/s200/176.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-71042118180076474012011-06-25T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-25T11:33:55.967-07:00The might me..As we get older and 'wiser' notice how we inflate both in body and mind! To keep the body deflated we are told exercise and eat less. Do we? And for the mind - we hardly do anything. Just as food and laziness to exercise can become a lifestyle, so can the inflation of the mind. Its the ego, the elevation of self over others.<br /><br />Ego becomes a weapon of offense and self defense and self feeding i.e. the ego only feeds on itself to become larger and larger. Large enough to expand like a balloon and to a point where a little prick will burts it. I am stuck in this egoflation. Yoga is a way to help but I am still stuck in the muck and struggling to get out... hoping for the balloon to burst asap :). Realization and acknowledgment is the first step to a recovery and that gets you that mental pin to prick the ego-balloon. I am ready for my 3 miler and then a yoga class at IYISF. And for others around you who suffer the same, perhaps you can leave some healthy ego in yourself to prick their ego-balloon as well.<br /><br />NamasteTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-78230265600589361672011-04-24T14:40:00.000-07:002011-04-24T15:00:26.392-07:00Silence all the noise...but the music!<span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8HFTAFjCNE/TbSdFYKUzdI/AAAAAAAAAng/35KyG2Dt4Nw/s1600/anika.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599272952439033298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8HFTAFjCNE/TbSdFYKUzdI/AAAAAAAAAng/35KyG2Dt4Nw/s400/anika.png" /></a><br /><br /><div>The last few weeks have been extremely noisy... I have had no break, not a moment, as my mind has been running faster than my body.. Two dear friends in act of kindness offered to take the munchkins swimming so I could focus on my pending taxes, but I realized as soon as I walked in the door was I need to just not focus on anything and lie in shavasana with my old favorite Thievery numbers on my ipod.<br /></div><br /><div>I know the Iyengar method of shavasana involves no music, but what the heck, I modify. The eclectic beat music fused with Indian tabla, sitar and all forms of other instruments actually helps me become silent. And silence for me is the music in the background with no other though, no other noise, quietness except the rhythmic chirping of the smoke detector in one of the rooms, which at 14 feet I can't reach, even with the tall ladder. But my brain is able to deflect that noise and if that is possible, I am sure the rest of the noise can be ignored so my brain can rest for a bit. I look into the nothingness behind the random lines drawn by my munchkins in this work of art, and I see silence in that darkness, peace, tranquility and that is all I want in this moment....<br /></div><br /><div>I hope you too can get that tranquility.....<br /></div><br /><div>Namaste</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>N</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-79537939104605281812011-04-02T10:22:00.001-07:002011-04-02T10:34:50.559-07:00Jump start my yoga practice with Neeta Dutta's workshopSometimes when a car has not been driven (or battery continually charged with a drip, as I do to my two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">seater</span>) the battery goes cold. My yoga practice went cold for nearly 8 weeks as the work, travel and stresses of life took over. One would think a committed yogi like myself would remain consistent and true to his practice. Nada.. I let it slip....the vegan approach <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> work for me, loss of energy combined with all the balls we juggle to survive results in exactly the opposite of what you want to do. The learning (its a re-learning for me) is that we are just not in control of ourselves, and we gravitate towards our habits of extremes. It also affirms that we never were in control and never will. So why fight it. There is a more powerful force that exists beyond us, in every sense, physical and spiritual that we must surrender to and live in the moment and be cognizant of the moment, so when the opportunity presents we reset to become calm, and understand how to get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">re centered</span> and try to achieve what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Patanjali</span> describes in his yoga <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sutras</span>. By giving up control, The Effort becomes effortless. That is what I learned (or relearned) last night from a two hour forward bending <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span> yoga session with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neeta Dutta</span> at <a href="http://sunsetyoga.com/">Sunset Yoga</a>. It was the jump start my cold battery badly needed after two months of winter hibernation. The new studio is awesome, full of light and energy. There is more (re) learning all day today and part of tomorrow. I expect to be physically worn out by then, but I am certain my mind will be refreshed...Thank you Neeta! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Namaste</span>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-67312140422664048312011-01-16T22:47:00.000-08:002011-01-16T23:16:15.537-08:00Cutting knives with forks, vege diet, exercise, pranayama and yogaLast Sunday I saw a documentary movie "Forks over Knives". It was an eye-opener, a new wake up call, a eureka moment! The last time I had this moment was exactly 5 years ago as I stood on the side of a cold, smoggy New Delhi road puking my guts out after a severe asthma attack. I thought I was going to die and it started me on the path of yoga. "Forks over Knives" inspired me to go "cold turkey" vegetarian only since last Sunday. I had anxiety pangs, meat withdrawals and on two occasions I cheated a bit, but all in all I stuck with the plan of mostly plant diet.<br /><br />I have had several shorts stints of vegetarian diet since last year in May when I had the pleasure of meeting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Geetaji</span> (Ms. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Geeta</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span>). The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span> family is strictly vegetarian. But each time I would give up. Today is my 9<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> day and I remain committed to remaining vegetarian and I think I can keep going at it.<br /><br />I have also been practicing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">pranayama</span> and my second class with Jen on Thursday evening felt even better. I realized I had been practicing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ujai</span> 4 for the last many days on my own. I would say that makes me feel the best. I also increased my exercise regime, with short bursts of intense <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">cardio</span>, interspersed with brisker walking and more yoga <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stretches</span> at gym.<br /><br />On Friday I went for my physical exam and my blood pressure was was 98/68 from the typical 140/90 type. My pulse was 88, when its usually in the high 90s. The nurse was shocked. The doctor checked it again and it was 98/70. He suggested dropping dosage or stopping one of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">BP-</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> all together. I suggested waiting.<br /><br />I am not sure if its just one thing, but even a few weeks of diet, regular exercise and yoga practice is making a difference in my health. My energy levels are higher and stress levels lower. "Long interrupted practice", is my mantra for diet, exercise and yoga! I will keep repeating this in my head as I travel to Hawaii/Maui tomorrow AM. I will be packing my own fruit salad as lunch to take on flight - a first! <br /><br />Change happens slowly - one step at a time. A deep inhalation, a pause, followed by a deep exhalation - Shubh Ratri, Good night - Namaste!Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-63549460991379472922011-01-08T07:46:00.000-08:002011-01-08T08:11:46.444-08:00Exhale out your stress in Ujai 2 - Begining of PranayamaFinally, a formal 8 week pranayama class arrived at <a href="http://sunsetyoga.com/">Sunset Yoga Center </a>to be taught by Jen! I have been waiting for such a class and I wouldn't miss it for the world. The catch, no make ups or walk-ins. That will break my walk-in mode of attending yoga classes in Portland. I had become a walk-in drone for the last two years. Everything is sporadic when it comes to yoga, except when I am in Pune, when I can get to yoga for 2 hours a day.<br /><br />I arrived to the class promptly, right from the gym and to my surprise found a small group with none of the regulars (those who attended level 3) around. Jen started with a great intro and some supine poses as preparation for pranayama and then in the last 20 mins of the class we practiced Ujai breathing - 1, 2, 3.<br /><br />I found Ujai 2 the most relaxing and meditative, as those deep exhalations lead you to that empty space between the exhalation and the next inhalation. Its the nothing space, where you have let go for a moment every thought, desire and distraction and your mind is at peace and calm with yourself. I practiced it again last night before I went to bed and slept well.<br /><br />A quote from Lord Krishna to Arjuna from the book "The Yoga of Bhagvad Gita"" perhaps best describes the feeling of Ujai 2: "O Partha, (Arjuna)! when a man completely relinquishes all desires of the the mind, and is entirely contended in the Self, by the Self, he is then considered to be one settled in wisdom". <br /><br />There was great wisdom of being content for those few moments in Ujai 2 on Thursday night. I look forward to many more. Thank you Jen for a great class.<br /><br />NamasteTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-9092749670637488552010-08-21T08:27:00.000-07:002010-08-21T18:32:28.036-07:00Are you awake?On my way to an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span> yoga class on the L <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">muni</span> line.<br />Attending a class with David <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sirgany</span>, an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span> teacher I had the pleasure of meeting at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gurujis</span> 90<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday celebration in India. I am thinking how my life has evolved in the last 4 years. What has yoga done to my life?<br /><br />Yoga simply has brought me some clarity of thought and mind. Perhaps I deal with my stress and pain better. Perhaps I'm more compassionate. Perhaps more tranquil. But I'm just me. I just want peace and neutrality but then at the same time I don't want "anything" - I just want nothing. <br /><br />What is nothing? Empty space ? That space between inhalation and exhalation or space between the vertebrae in my spine. Or the space in the sky filled with zillions of stars. I don't know what nothing means but I want it but then I don't want anything either. So here I am hanging in "space" and I'm wide awake. <br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Namaste</span><br /><br />P.S. The class with David was energizing. A lot of chest openings through back bends..Then a couple who recently starting doing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iyengar</span> Yoga and drove all the way from Sacramento to take this class, pulled me into the dumpling place after the class. It was delicious and divine and the conversation was wonderful...I was fully awake and in complete bliss.Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-54301164849154821862010-06-22T08:24:00.000-07:002010-06-22T08:39:37.396-07:00Light on your feet with Iyengar yoga propsOne of these days I have to post some pictures of props that are now in place at Sunset yoga center. Yesterday evening a level 3 with Nuvana was an amazing class. She subbed for Nina and since this was the last day of the session, a request was made of poses people liked and didn't like. I gasped when someone asked for Parivrata Trikonasana (revolved triangle) and Parivrata Ardha Chandrasana (Revolved Half Moon) and Vrksasana (Tree pose). All of the three I am unable to do well, ever since I discovered my lower back issues. But Nuvana made an amazing experience out of it by using props and spending nearly half of the class time in doing the first two revolved poses, using the stressler (horse), chair(s), blocks with wall support and the front desk table with the chair for support. Each time you had a different experience and it became challenging and exhausting (in a refreshing way). I felt like I had run a mile....<br /><br />This was followed by the Vrkasana. I immediately went into it with my left leg standing and could feel the strength in my upper inner thighs to hold the right foot and balance. An attempt to do the same with the right leg standing didnt work, my left hip is tighter I said, but Nuvana had other thoughts. She asked me to turn around so my right side was along the wall and viola up went the left leg and I was in the pose. The unconscious mind is afraid of falling on the side with the leg is raised she exclaimed..made sense!<br /><br />And finally a Tadasana where you could really feel "light on your feet" with energy in your thighs and hips to lift you up.. I felt like I could fly.... no back ache, no sciatica, I felt refreshed and energized - so much so that I woke up this morning at 6 am and went for an hour of walking up and down the gorgeous hills. Its been a while since I have experienced what I experienced this morning - perhaps the 25 pounds will finally get a chance to peel off once again and perhaps I will be able to fly once again.<br /><br />Namaste<br /><br />YogiTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-28875441520767689052010-06-15T22:26:00.000-07:002010-06-15T22:45:21.804-07:00Restart Refresh Unblock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhkwyN2DNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/phpM_M_icIg/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhkwyN2DNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/phpM_M_icIg/s400/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483243335599918290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhkffhaVqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1roWZKXFIRE/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhkffhaVqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1roWZKXFIRE/s400/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483243038523938466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhjqL4qwWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dynkEEjqvU0/s400/IMG_2061.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483242122719707490" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhiyrRDbeI/AAAAAAAAAms/G9Q-6srwWss/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/TBhiyrRDbeI/AAAAAAAAAms/G9Q-6srwWss/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483241169070812642" /></a><br />I have been away for sometime. I locked up my blog for a while. I apologize for shutting the door suddenly. Sometimes you need to shut the door so you are safe from the outside. Nearly a month ago the Iyengar family which included Geetaji arrived in Portland for the US national Iyengar yoga conference. I had the pleasure to serve them. I had never spoken to Geetaji till now, though I have taken classes with Abhi, guruji's grand daugther, who was also here along with Sunitaji and her better half Parthaji. It was great to see some of my teachers from Pune including Rajlakshmi and Gulnaz and reconnect with Mondira and Zubin. <div><br /></div><div>I had always maintained a respectful distance with my teachers in Pune, but during their stay I had a chance to open the doors of my heart, spend time with them showing them around our beautiful, and absorb the amazing positive energy that was all around this family and teachers from Mumbai and Pune. I was blessed that my munchkins had a chance to spend time with them as well. It was truly and honor and we all felt very blessed to have their presence for a few days. It was great to make new friends including Chris Stein and Gloria Goldberg. </div><div><br /></div><div>Namaste</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-29348384089997075722009-10-18T21:54:00.000-07:002009-10-18T23:07:09.430-07:00Happy Diwali<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv-WIqgGpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/t1ZOarhNoxU/s1600-h/Diwali+Crafts.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394184634942626450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv-WIqgGpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/t1ZOarhNoxU/s400/Diwali+Crafts.bmp" border="0" /></a> Yesterday was Diwali, the Indian celebration of lights. My children spent a whole day creating these beautiful crafts as decorations and parting gifts for close friends we had invited for an evening of dinner, pooja and lighting of diyas (clay lamps from India) and candles. <div></div><div>There was a gathering at my house. The pooja mandir was set, dinner was cooked (well made by a generous friend who has the gift of healthy cooking), the house was scrubbed clean, old keep sakes and lamps of diwali taken out, new keep sakes and diyas purchased - all the traditiona of Diwali I experienced from my childhood repeated. It started a week ago and the day before spent with children preparing for the auspicious evening the next day. So much of my childhood repeated but with some modifications of my own. Even though I am no longer in India, that spirit and joy of recreating my own life as a child repeated with and through my children. </div><div></div><div><br />It was a magical evening, something that has now become somewhat of a tradition in my household since the children were born. Its a tradition I inherited from my own parents.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394178977560717602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv5M1Ri6SI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QhvTqJ46xCI/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" />We had hoped to save one of these crafts, but the children just handed them out to everyone who came till nothing was left for them to keep as a memory. A school book report and a show and tell at her class was interrupted as a result younger one had nothing to take anymore.. Suddenly her desire and inspiration was gone. But this was such a pure and generous gift to our guests, that I now realize that there is no better book report or show and tell than the generosity and giving expressed by my children in that moment. </div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv6ZpkSGrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HOqJU42jc1M/s1600-h/IMG_1376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394180297268009650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv6ZpkSGrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HOqJU42jc1M/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Perhaps it is this virtue of unadulterated giving that is the true spirit of Diwali, even though the history tells us it is the day of the win of the good over the evil and the return of a king to his homeland (amongst many other reasons and traditions). </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Yesterday there was joy, laughter, music, lights in my household. Tonight, there is silence and quiet and yesterday feels like a distance memory. The only evidence left in the house of yesterday is the pooja mandir created by my kids and the sweet incense they loved to burn, and the colourful moong bean rangoli the children created with help from a friend "Kaye". I had no idea what she meant by making rangoli by gluing "beans" to paper - but it was simply divine. It created a new tradition in my family.</div><div><br /></div><div>The makeshift pooja mandir will be left in its place and will stay for a while, till it is respectfully put away in its historical place on a kitchen nook. But this is a memory I will cherish always in my heart, because there was a lot of love and joy that was shared last night. I am wiser for it, because despite my loneliness and sadness of not having my munchkins tonight with me, I am comforted with the knowledge that they deeply share my joy and love of giving and the love of Diwali. These seeds are well planted, along with the seeds of yoga and when my young ones grow up from little seedlings to trees, this value shall blossom and I will have done my part of imparting my culture, language, tradition, and love of yoga to them, so they then can perhaps carry the same family tradition and history. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394182675412828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Stv8kE2MQqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5o4FX_58HVo/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /><br />My hired help Erika left with her own special keepsakes of Bean Rangoli from the children had the most inspiring parting words.. "It was a magical evening!"... Yes Diwali is magical but not just for children, but for anyone of any age as it inspires you to spark that light in yourself and allowd you to experience the joy of giving so you too shine your own light in your unique way... </div><div><br /><div>Happy Diwali to you all and I hope you too can shine your light with others...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Namaste<br /></div><br /><div>The Yogi</div></div></div></div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-15118466228123867882009-10-04T05:13:00.000-07:002009-10-04T05:29:31.316-07:00Fight the pain!My writer's block has continued. It has been hard to motivate myself to collect my thoughts and put the "electronic pen" to the "electronic paper". I had prepared a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">synopsis</span> of my India trip, especially 5 days I spent in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pune</span> where I had the opportunity to visit <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abhay's</span> studio and get 2 hours of yoga every morning. It did wonders for my sciatica and lower back. I also took a very fun "Sports yoga" class where we did "fast poses" and the whole class.<br /><br />I arrived in India and spent the first week in excruciating pain and the last 5 days were bliss despite long hours and nights at work. I got a chance to say goodbye to some friends from Chile, who had not only spent a year in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pune</span> practicing at the institute, but travelled extensively and absorbed the culture to the fullest. I highly recommend this to folks who want to come and practice at the institute. I know many come for a month and have a packed schedule. But experiencing the people and culture is as important as 5-6 hours of yoga at the institute where you live in a bubble. <br /><br />In addition to being in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pune</span>, I had the pleasure to connect with my past from 28 years, my classmates from grade 10 and visiting the place I grew up. I left with a profound message from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abhay</span> as I struggled with chronic back pain. "Don't try to avoid it, fight it"! I am fighting it..<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Namaste</span>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-88720020334329763002009-08-23T10:47:00.000-07:002009-08-23T11:06:24.181-07:00Docked with the mother ship - IndiaI landed in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumbai</span> very early this morning. Getting out of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumbai</span> airport was a breeze and a pleasant surprise to see a lot of the outside of the international airport reconstructed.. I could smell the musty air - monsoon is in full swing but the rain gods have not been too generous leading to a drought. "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumbai</span> only as 200 days of drinking water in reserve" says the driver of the car who picked me up. Hundreds of people are walking the streets barefoot at 2 am in the morning. Its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ganesh</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chatruthi</span> on Monday - the celebration of Lord <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ganesh</span> and thousands will walk to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sidhi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Vinayak</span> Temple mid town <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumbai</span> barefoot, a walk that may take them an entire day. I will seek spiritual blessings from a distance, as I will be recovering from jet lag. Thousands of colorful effigies of Lord <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ganesh</span> will be immersed in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Arabias </span>sea and rivers all over. Its symbolic... but with scarce drinking water and pollution I wonder the logic behind it in the present time.<br /><br />My yoga has been scarce. I had two yoga sessions with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nuvana</span>. All to work on my sciatica and back ache, which she has helped dissipate. I tried to get into a class in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bandra</span> with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jawahar</span> tomorrow, but its to early in the AM. I will have to wait till I get to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pune</span> next week. In the meanwhile the Swine Flu scare hype has really been blown over the top. The airport had a whole horde of masked medical examiners sitting at a desk, just collecting a form which we were required to fill out on the plane. We were warned of a 5 min medical check when we landed to see if we had symptoms of swine flu and could be quarantined for 5 days. The list of suspect countries included USA. You had to mention if you were coming from a country experiencing Swine Flu epidemic. Guess what everyone answered that as!!!! I wondered what the logic was - India is one of them now.<br /><br />So I hope that the swine flu hoop la will subside soon. I plan to reconnect with my yoga practice, detach from the stresses of life in America and have a productive trip. There will be lots to write about, so hopefully I will have more frequent posts. I expect to connect with interesting people and have a challenging task of getting my Pune work force out of the Swine Flu fear and back to productive work. There are milestones to be met thanks to the Obama Health Care Technology Incentives.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Namaste</span>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-81283048307278140392009-08-13T08:07:00.000-07:002009-08-13T08:18:40.602-07:00Another day another _________________The last few weeks have been hectic and full of travels and trips. I call them escapist trips, but incredible time with my children. I was in Hawaii last week for work and attend a coworkers wedding on the beach. I also had a chance to practice yoga at the Hatha Iyengar Yoga center of Honolulu. My sciatica had returned (the biking I think) and <a href="http://www.manoayoga.com/docs/Teachers.htm">Ray Madigan </a>was amazing in his instructions to help with it. It was a fun class. I wish I was there longer to take more. I learned a few new tricks in addition to what Nuvana had taught me on how to take care of it.<br /><br />Then the nightmare began. I flew to Maui and took a class on the beach (a wet uneven grassy yard) organized by my coworker. The teacher was of a different style, one of those fusions of Iyengar and others. One student collapsed by the heat. I twisted my back and the showers of pain came from all directions. I have been in pain since. I had resisted going to this class, as I know I cannot handle Vinyasa, but fell to temptation. So I deserved this pain.<br /><br />So here I am back to square one. Another reset. But tomorrow is my session with Nuvana and I expect some relief. My battles with pain and stress begin, especially since Pune is now the epicenter of Swine Flu in India and I have tickets to travel on the 21st.<br /><br />NamasteTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-70930025217381952562009-07-09T22:40:00.000-07:002009-09-07T23:10:38.515-07:00The balance is back - 7 days of yoga and counting<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Slbbf7J4aJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6bIh_AauqSQ/s1600-h/sirsasana.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356710148305348754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Slbbf7J4aJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6bIh_AauqSQ/s400/sirsasana.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It was imminent that I would wake up one day and realize that I had gone astray. I had let myself go again! Over the last six months I had become complacent and let the stress consume me inside. Outwardly, I was starting to eat my stress out and had let my physical practice or yoga and walking slip to the sidelines. I was starting to balloon. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I had the usual excuses - too busy, too much work, travel, bad food. It all hit me at once, when I hit 210 pounds in June 2009 and then by June end I was 214 pounds. I couldn't fit in my pants, my asthma returned, and I was starting to slip into the hole of depression.<br /></div><div>Finally there is a realization and eureka moment! "Just take care of yourself first"! In that awareness I made a pact with myself. I had planned Munoso's intense one week workshop in the first week of July in San Franciso at Abode of Yoga. I couldn't attend it as one of the days was a day with my children. That was more important that any yoga in the world. So I made a promise to myself - I would practice yoga every day I was denied time with my children starting July 1. That was a 14 day stretch. Not only would I practice yoga, but I would restart my walking, watch my food intake and let the stress go away from within.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It has been 9 days. I have taken a yoga class for the last 7 days. I have walked 2-3 miles every other day and I have restarted the healing of my mind, body and soul. I went on the scale today. I am down to 210 pounds. The soreness from the first few days has dissipated. I have gone back to the path of centering myself. It has been a re-learning of what I learnt for the last 3 years - how to calm your mind and how to connect to your mind and soul through your body. </div><div></div><div>Everything I learnt is steadily coming back. There is no more sadness as much as there is no more happiness . There is no more an expectation of where I "should" be in my life right now. I am where I am, and I couldn't be at any other place. So I accept where I am, and I just go with the flow of life, with the only one end goal and that is to remain in my neutral space. Everything else including the weight will simply melt away. The balance is slowly returning and I felt it in my sirsasana yesterday. I can really balance on my head now, better than I had ever before. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That was my realization today and with it melted away my writing block......I am back to blogging.. slowly but surely!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Namaste</div><br /><div><br />The Yogi</div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-5111117371128552202009-05-30T08:36:00.000-07:002009-05-30T08:37:49.724-07:00Great Video Homage to Guruji from RussiaI ran accross this on Youtube.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUrqevU8ALw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUrqevU8ALw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-80892406181788422602009-05-10T07:02:00.000-07:002009-05-10T07:30:09.402-07:00Strengthen Shoulders? Hike 10 miles with a 20 pound back pack<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/SgbiztZoF8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ug-mXaMhNdU/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200186655217602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/SgbiztZoF8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ug-mXaMhNdU/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I went on a camping trip as a chaperon with my kids' class earlier this week to a heavenly place called <a href="http://opalcreek.org/">Opal Creek</a>. A 2 hour drive into the foot hills of the Cascade Mountains south of here, this is an old growth forest reserve. From the entrance of the park its a 3 mile hike. Imagine that in the middle of pouring rain and carrying about 25 pounds of camera equipment, including the heaviest tripod you can ever carry. Add 3 layers of clothing and protective rain clothing, you're talking some serious weight being carried up the mountain. </div><br /><div></div><div>It was an exhilarating experience, both in physically and mentally. Along with the sponge brained 6-9 year old kids, I too learnt about the flora and fauna of the area, including a valuable lesson on how important it is to preserve the forests and the associated wildlife. I had no idea how inter dependant the ecosystem is. I learnt about OWLS including the spotted ones....</div><br /><div></div><div>It was three days of hiking, walking, listening, picture taking - I was exhausted by the time I returned. I was looking forward to a restorative yoga session with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nuvana</span>. Nothing like that. She wanted me to work on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Adho</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mukha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vriksana</span> instead, once I told her my shoulders were sore from carrying all that weight. "You never know how this may help you finally overcome your recent loss of ability to get into hand stand" !. After a few rounds of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">AdhoMukha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Svanasana</span>, with head firmly on support, which allowed me to experience the stretching back of the shoulders, I made the first attempt to kick up. With just a little tug to my thighs, there I was back on my shoulders, with enough strength to stretch up and get my elbows straight. </div><br /><div></div><div>This accomplishment after nearly 9 months generated enough excitement that all kids too were up on their hands! So there were 4 more successful attempts interspersed with shoulder work, including half head stands and using weights. I finally had broken the barrier and I was right, it was not the hips, it was my shoulders that were the Achilles heel. </div><div> </div><div>Connection to nature and your surroundings is extremely important to recycle your energy, your mind and your body of the junk we put into our selves every day. 3 days at Opal Creek made me realize I didn't need to travel two hours from home to do that. I live in such a paradise, right here in a place called Forest Heights. I just need to put on my rain gear and restart my daily hiking and walking, with a caveat - I need at least 20-25 pounds on my back and keep my shoulders rolled back. Its all interconnected to my ability to get back on hands and my favorite pose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">AdhoMukha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Vriksasana</span>. </div><div> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Namaste</span></div><div> </div><div>The Yogi</div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-78227312865025780412009-05-02T22:28:00.000-07:002009-05-02T22:39:50.001-07:00Keeping it real - yoga or not!Recently I connected with school friends of mine, graduating high school class from St. Joseph's Convent in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Faridabad</span> India, a suburb of New Delhi. The year was 1981. I cannot forget that time and even though faces were forgotten, some names were forgotten, we kids all had a bond, and its amazing how those connections come right back after a deep sleep. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">internet</span> has connected us again, and the folks who connected were folks who you were connected with then, your circle of friends and some enemies, but at the end of the day they were all friends. Of all them most changed was me... no one could recognize my picture.<br /><br />My connection to yoga started in that school. We would have a yoga class once a week in PT. Simple poses, like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">padmasana</span>, not simple anymore for me... but the seed was sown. In grade 8, I wrote a play based on a yoga show that would come on TV every week. A Swami <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dhiren</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Brahmachari</span> would run it - he would rattle off the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">asanas</span>, their benefit and two demonstrators would show them. My script was based on that show, and one of these circle of friends, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Arun</span> became Swami and two others become the demonstrators. The play was a hit and it one an award. And then yoga became history as other sports became more important.<br /><br />As I connected with these friends the last few days and went down the memory lane, I realized those seeds of yoga never left me, just as these friends never left me. We started right back virtually and through pictures. Nothing has changed, but everything has changed. Those memories remain. It was a time of my life I cannot forget, and its a time I share with my children in form of stories, so they can then share it and the stories become family legends. That is so reminiscent of how yoga has evolved too. Passed down from generation to generation.<br /><br />To the memories of times gone by....<br /><br />Namaste<br /><br />The YogiTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-33269801427644936302009-04-30T15:21:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:38:10.623-07:00Tadasana is standing up for yourself to withstand adversity in life!One of the most amazing poses of Iyengar yoga is tadasana and how you are taught to execute and perform tadasana. The instructions flow in the following manner:<br /><br />1. Join your feet together and firmly plant your feet evenly on all your toes, the ball of your feet and your heels<br />2. Pull your knees up (or in Pune speak "suck up your knees")<br />3. Roll your shoulders back to open up your strenum and pull your trapeziums down<br />4. Your head is straight in a neutral position<br />5. Your fingers pulling down and straightenyour arms all the way.<br />6. Your glutes tightened<br /><br />Tadasana translates into the mountain pose. You are standing tall, sturdy like a mountain, that can withstand storms, rain, snow even when it blows its top off, the raging lava just flows down, it doesn't stick. Tadasana translates to that inert strength we have to stand up and withstand all adversity, and helps us be fearless and calm.<br /><br />So if you are ever being beaten down in life, you feel overwhelmed, you lean too much on one leg or the other in stress and lethargy, just remind yourself to get into Tadasana and let all that negative energy, fear and lethargy, flow out of your body, from the tips of your fingers, the crown of your head, the gaze of your eyes, the opening of you chest, soles of your firm feet, and even spread of your toes. Then let your intelligence just permeate through and little you know it you will find that spark to withstand any adversity and help you to stand up and withstand it. This is how you stand up for yourself and your rights!<br /><br />This is the power of Tadasana, the king of standing poses.<br /><br />Namaste<br /><br />The YogiTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-64966312502841354932009-04-21T06:11:00.001-07:002009-04-21T06:29:28.378-07:00Fighting the battles - learning to conquer Adho Mukha Vrksasana<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Se3JxXjw4MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RVHM9isJtGc/s1600-h/Spring+Break+2009+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327135784223957186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKZLwZtOCPs/Se3JxXjw4MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RVHM9isJtGc/s400/Spring+Break+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well folks my bloggers block has persisted though I have been writing but on other blogs and for other reasons so that preoccupation has taken away time from this blog. I am continually challenged by the loss of the ability to perform arm balances, such as Adho Mukha Vrksasana. My sessions with Nuvana have been all about building the strength in the arms and upper back needed for the lifting, but the added weight of about 20 pounds mostly around the belly has been restricting the lifting of the hips. But something interesting happened in class the other day. She had me go to the ropes instead and jump up holding the ropes in Sirasana form. You are upside down, but holding the upper ropes in your hands, and you are in lying down prostrate position flat against the wall, but inverted. </div><div> </div><div>There is tremendous pull on your arms as you literally stand upside down, but the head is in the air. After a few seconds, your legs come down to the floor, over your head, like a high angle dog pose. You are ready for lift off again. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Believe it or not my legs went right up, just as if I was performing an Adho Mukha Vriksasana. The hips felt light, and the inversion was almost in slow motion. What helped? It was the support of the hands and arms with the ropes. That provided the energy and the support to lift off.. Eureka! Its not the hips, its probably not the weight, it is the ARMS and SHOULDERS! That is my nemesis.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Imagine if you could do the same in life, clearly understanding and identifying your challenges, how much more access you have to resolving them. Ironically I am on a parallel track of another challenge, a fight, a battle.... I need a similar exercise to find the source of the problem that is creating this battle and how to overcome. I think I have a good teacher to help me with that, but at the same time I have to keep trying....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Namaste</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Yogi</div>Theyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815698674875527288.post-18199385267736960752009-04-04T10:13:00.000-07:002009-04-04T10:35:24.382-07:00Where has been the yogi been???I am sure many of the regulars are wondering what has happened to my blog posts. I am suffering from writers block I think in addition to a very hectic travel schedule that included a week of R&R with my munchkins for Spring Break in San Diego and Disneyland. My yoga practice has deteriorated to once a week. My weight is up 10 pounds adding to my struggle with arm balance poses. My hips are just not moving, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yada</span>... and I have been spending more time reading blogs, including that of the a famous Indian movie star <a href="http://bigb.bigadda.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Amitabh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bachchan</span> </a>and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mumbai</span> based writer <a href="http://shobhaade.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Shobhaa</span> De</a>, whose book Superstar India I read last year.<br /><br />Amongst all this I end up in San Francisco for a trade show and it opens up an opportunity to find the best <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Iyengar</span> yoga studio in town. I had already done that research when I met Rita <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Manuso</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Manos</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Manuso</span> and two other teachers from Abode of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Iyengar</span> Yoga. I had to take a class from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Manuso</span>, now matter how intimidated I was made to feel by others. And what a class it was. It reminded me of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Pune</span> and the intensity. This was an experience I will not forget. I introduced myself ahead to him and he basically encourage me to absolve myself and take it as it comes. This class was all about shoulders and neck and he made us do some very interesting poses, including a paired up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Shirsasana</span> on a pole. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Manuso</span> gently corrected me a few times. I had already warned Rita I had trouble with lifting up on arm balances, so when it came to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Pinchmayurasana</span>, she was right there assisting. me.<br /><br />Instructions were rapid fire, blankets and blocks were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Punesque</span> and the studio large, airy, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">aesthetically</span> designed with a great sun roof, natural light, even though it was cold and windy as hell outside. The class couldn't have been more perfect, we were all huffing and puffing, and some guys stripping of their shirts, which was a first as the heat emanated out of our bodies going from pose to pose. It was an amazing class to say the least. I would highly recommend anyone <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">visiting</span> SF to take one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Manuso's</span> public level 2-5 class. Show up early, he turns away late comers.<br /><br />I had promised David I would come to his class next day at 7 am. I couldn't make it, I was sore as if I had 3 days of uninterrupted weight training. I am still sore, so I am resting again today. Maybe I will go tomorrow afternoon.<br /><br />Off to my trade show now....<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Namaste</span><br /><br />The YogiTheyoginmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04994599670878778861noreply@blogger.com2