This will be my last post before I head home.
The experience of being here a second time has been vastly different than the first. The most glaring differece is the lack of Geeta. All of us miss her teaching, her presence and her intensity.
Another difference is my ability to cope. Last time it was deer in the headlights! This time most everything has been familiar, if not comfortable.
My last thoughts are about connections. It has been touching to get to know many of the teachers on a more personal level. They are warm-hearted and dedicated to the Iyengar family and have been kind to us.
In 48 hours I will be on my way to Portland, hoping for ripe home grown tomatoes from my garden and the love of my family.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Random thoughts
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Today is a holiday and many people have the day off. I know I don't have this quite right, but today is "brother and sister" holiday where the brother pledges to take care of the sister for the rest of her life. Gulnaz's brother explained that there many, many holidays here. I think he said over 100 a year!
We had a lovely lunch at Gulnaz's home. She invited Chris Beach, Karen and I over and fed us wonderful food.
I was reminded today of how wasteful we can be with energy and how being practical is more important than keeping up appearances here. Karen and I found a shop that Care and Karin told us about. It looked like it was closed because all of the lights were out, and no one was visible. As soon as we entered two young women came from the back of the store and turned on all the lights and welcomed us. Once we left they turned out all the lights! Not something you would see in the US.
The power outages that were so frequent on my first trip are much more intermittent on this trip. We have blackouts on Thursday afternoons, instead of every morning. Our building is equipped with a generator so the refrigerator and a few lights work, but last Thursday we forgot and the washing machine turned off mid-cycle. We had to wait four hours for the power to return and the washer to resume its duties.
Class with Gulnaz today was more backbends.
Today is a holiday and many people have the day off. I know I don't have this quite right, but today is "brother and sister" holiday where the brother pledges to take care of the sister for the rest of her life. Gulnaz's brother explained that there many, many holidays here. I think he said over 100 a year!
We had a lovely lunch at Gulnaz's home. She invited Chris Beach, Karen and I over and fed us wonderful food.
I was reminded today of how wasteful we can be with energy and how being practical is more important than keeping up appearances here. Karen and I found a shop that Care and Karin told us about. It looked like it was closed because all of the lights were out, and no one was visible. As soon as we entered two young women came from the back of the store and turned on all the lights and welcomed us. Once we left they turned out all the lights! Not something you would see in the US.
The power outages that were so frequent on my first trip are much more intermittent on this trip. We have blackouts on Thursday afternoons, instead of every morning. Our building is equipped with a generator so the refrigerator and a few lights work, but last Thursday we forgot and the washing machine turned off mid-cycle. We had to wait four hours for the power to return and the washer to resume its duties.
Class with Gulnaz today was more backbends.
Backbends
Friday night class with Raya and Saturday morning’s class with Chandra (Mr. Iyengar directing) had as doing many backbends. Having two intense backbend class just15 hours apart made me both tired and exhilarated. The pose Urdhva Dhanurasana (upward bow) has always been challenging for me. It is one of those poses that usually makes me think “oh no, not this pose”. But having to do so many brought me closer to the yoga ideal of ease and stability in the pose. My breath was relaxed and my arms began to figure out how to straighten. Progress through practice, another yoga idea, became manifest.
After last weekend’s trip, we were grateful to stay home and rest. I went out to dinner with Jen and her roommate Kathy from Australia. We spent the afternoon with Chris Beach working on our Jr. Int. III certification poses. Care and Karin invited Karen and I over for a lovely dinner with Lou Holtz. And we saw Barb off – she is on her way home as I type this.
Confession time! My overwhelming desire for dessert overcame my vow to stay out of the mall and we went to the gelato store at the food court. After observing everyone staring at me on the elevator Karen said “Let’s face it, you are a novelty wherever you go”. At least nobody asked for pictures in the mall! We ended our weekend by watching Good Will Hunting.
I can feel the curtain of departure beginning to fall. Several people left over the weekend and more are leaving mid-week. Karen and I are planning our last shopping trips and we are going to have a good bye lunch with Rajlaxmi and Gulnaz tomorrow. I am eagerly thinking more of home!
After last weekend’s trip, we were grateful to stay home and rest. I went out to dinner with Jen and her roommate Kathy from Australia. We spent the afternoon with Chris Beach working on our Jr. Int. III certification poses. Care and Karin invited Karen and I over for a lovely dinner with Lou Holtz. And we saw Barb off – she is on her way home as I type this.
Confession time! My overwhelming desire for dessert overcame my vow to stay out of the mall and we went to the gelato store at the food court. After observing everyone staring at me on the elevator Karen said “Let’s face it, you are a novelty wherever you go”. At least nobody asked for pictures in the mall! We ended our weekend by watching Good Will Hunting.
I can feel the curtain of departure beginning to fall. Several people left over the weekend and more are leaving mid-week. Karen and I are planning our last shopping trips and we are going to have a good bye lunch with Rajlaxmi and Gulnaz tomorrow. I am eagerly thinking more of home!
Friday, August 20, 2010
Later Friday
Nuvana is here and Barb, Karin, Care, Karen and I all had lunch together in our apartment! It was so fun to have sunny, smiling Nuvana in our midst.
Then, Jen, Karen and I headed out to shop. We hit the stainless steel store and I got a nice spice storage container and some serving utensils. Then we spent half an hour pouring over scarves. I ended up with four - all in tones of gold. I love the beauty of the scarves and look forward to giving them as gift!
Class tonight!
Then, Jen, Karen and I headed out to shop. We hit the stainless steel store and I got a nice spice storage container and some serving utensils. Then we spent half an hour pouring over scarves. I ended up with four - all in tones of gold. I love the beauty of the scarves and look forward to giving them as gift!
Class tonight!
Early Friday morning - I need sleep!
It is 12:30 am and I can’t sleep so I have decided to blog. Even a couple of hours of listening to my favorite music has not helped make me sleepy. Maybe it was the chai tea I had about 4pm that has made me feel so wired. The honking has subsided to an occasional horn. The busy main road that is slow and packed during the day turns into a speedway at night transforming the cacophony of whimsical horns into the sound of vehicles whizzing past at high speed.
Thursday ended with another visit. Rajlaxmi and Gulnaaz (teachers from the Institute who were also part of the convention) stopped by our apartment after Pranayama class. We had a good time. They indulged me and let me show them my son’s wedding pictures (he was married in July). They were very interested in our wedding customs- Catie’s wedding dress, where the wedding was held, and what was involved with the ceremony.
I am missing my 30 year class reunion that will be held this evening in Portland (Sunset High School, class of ’80). I actually would have attended, but I guess I will have to wait until 35 years.
Nuvana Is set to be here today (Friday) and I am looking forward to her visit.
Thursday ended with another visit. Rajlaxmi and Gulnaaz (teachers from the Institute who were also part of the convention) stopped by our apartment after Pranayama class. We had a good time. They indulged me and let me show them my son’s wedding pictures (he was married in July). They were very interested in our wedding customs- Catie’s wedding dress, where the wedding was held, and what was involved with the ceremony.
I am missing my 30 year class reunion that will be held this evening in Portland (Sunset High School, class of ’80). I actually would have attended, but I guess I will have to wait until 35 years.
Nuvana Is set to be here today (Friday) and I am looking forward to her visit.
Thursday 8/19
I am doing much better and will rejoin regular class tomorrow. I hope to write more about classes in future entries.
Today Mandira from Mumbai is here and we chatted and visited up at our apartment. Mandira is one of the six Indian teachers who came to Portland for the convention. She has written an article for Yoga Rahasya (The magazine the Institute publishes) about her experience at the convention and she shares her ideas with me and Barb in a lively conversation. Marian Pierce also has an article featured in this issue, and I have been given copies to bring home to her. (Marian, if you are reading this – great article!)
Jen and I ventured over to Pune Central which we have dubbed the evil mall. The escalators are set up so that you have to slog completely around each floor to make it to the next level of escalators and the elevators are a five minute wait, even if the store is relatively empty. We unfortunately had to visit each floor twice because the layout was so confusing. We both swore that we would avoid this place for the rest of our stay.
I finally have some pictures available, so enjoy!
Today Mandira from Mumbai is here and we chatted and visited up at our apartment. Mandira is one of the six Indian teachers who came to Portland for the convention. She has written an article for Yoga Rahasya (The magazine the Institute publishes) about her experience at the convention and she shares her ideas with me and Barb in a lively conversation. Marian Pierce also has an article featured in this issue, and I have been given copies to bring home to her. (Marian, if you are reading this – great article!)
Jen and I ventured over to Pune Central which we have dubbed the evil mall. The escalators are set up so that you have to slog completely around each floor to make it to the next level of escalators and the elevators are a five minute wait, even if the store is relatively empty. We unfortunately had to visit each floor twice because the layout was so confusing. We both swore that we would avoid this place for the rest of our stay.
I finally have some pictures available, so enjoy!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sick!
Both Barb and I are sick on Tuesday. I am almost all better and Barb is getting better. I spent all day in bed.
Today I went to class and did resting poses while the rest of the class did backbends. This evening I will rest.
Today I went to class and did resting poses while the rest of the class did backbends. This evening I will rest.
Ellora Caves
The Ellora caves were right outside our hotel so we got an early start. We had a different guide – not as fluent in English, but well versed in the caves.
The Ellora caves are not quite as old, nor were they ever abandoned. There are caves from three religions side-by-side here – Buddhist, Hindu and Jain. The Hindu temple was amazing. Our guide said that it is the finest example of “chariot architecture” in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the carvings and the immensity of it. Karen and I touch the Shiva shrine to bring good luck and leave a 10 rupee note as an offering.
The Buddhist caves are either a monastery or a temple. Our guide urges us to hurry so that we can be alone and we enter the only Buddhist temple at this site. It is long, arched and intricately carved. Our voices echo. Our guide puts down his umbrella and begins to chant unexpectedly. His chant is beautiful and fills the temple with reverberations. I am touched by this moment of quietness and sound. Without missing a beat, he resumes his narration after the chant is over. When we leave the temple he tells us he is a Buddhist.
The Jain caves are similar in many ways to the Buddhist, but there aren’t as many of them. Here again we are asked to pose for pictures. The family we pose with has some sort of portable photo printer and they come over and eagerly show us the printed photos!
The Ellora caves are not quite as old, nor were they ever abandoned. There are caves from three religions side-by-side here – Buddhist, Hindu and Jain. The Hindu temple was amazing. Our guide said that it is the finest example of “chariot architecture” in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the carvings and the immensity of it. Karen and I touch the Shiva shrine to bring good luck and leave a 10 rupee note as an offering.
The Buddhist caves are either a monastery or a temple. Our guide urges us to hurry so that we can be alone and we enter the only Buddhist temple at this site. It is long, arched and intricately carved. Our voices echo. Our guide puts down his umbrella and begins to chant unexpectedly. His chant is beautiful and fills the temple with reverberations. I am touched by this moment of quietness and sound. Without missing a beat, he resumes his narration after the chant is over. When we leave the temple he tells us he is a Buddhist.
The Jain caves are similar in many ways to the Buddhist, but there aren’t as many of them. Here again we are asked to pose for pictures. The family we pose with has some sort of portable photo printer and they come over and eagerly show us the printed photos!
Blondes have more fun!
Today we are visiting Ajunta Caves. The caves have incredible history. All of the caves are Buddhist at this location. The earliest was built in 200 BC so it is over 2000 years old. The latest was built maybe 700 BC, and only partially finished as Buddhism no longer was supported by the kings at the time.
We meet our guide at the hotel, and the five of us pack into the car for another two hours of driving to Ajunta. The hawkers swoop in on Karen, Barb and I as soon as we set foot outside the car. It is obvious that we are westerners (there were only a handful) and we are offered jewelry, boxes, quartz stones, cave books over and over. We stick with our very confident guide and he shooes us onto a shuttle bus that takes us to the cave location.
The caves are in a breathtaking setting. They are set around a horseshoe bend in a river, with a waterfall descending between several of the caves. The greenery is lush and there are bold splotches of colorful flowers. These caves were abandoned many years ago and rediscovered by a British tiger hunting party in the late 1800’s. In typical human style, one of the British soldiers scratched his name into a pillar – right over a beautiful mural! Our guide knew where this graffiti was, and held up a flashlight to the pillar to show us. John Smith will live on in the caves while the names of the artists and artisans are forgotten.
Our guide is extraordinary. He is from Ellora (a small village) but is fluent in Hindi, Mahrati, English, Spanish and Japanese! It is obvious he is passionate about the caves and educating us about them. He explains in great detail the stories painted into the murals, the mastery of 3-D paining and sculptures, and how each cave was carved from the front to the back and from the top to the bottom. He shows us details we never would have seen or understood without him.
I decide I am hungry and whip out a peanut butter sandwich I have brought with me. I am immediately beset by monkeys, trying to get my food. I hadn’t even noticed them before that moment, but suddenly we see that there is a group of about 20 – all watching people and waiting for chance for some thievery. Our guide scares them away and tells me to eat quickly.
There were probably only about 10 westerners present among a thousand Indians. I quickly became the most popular kid on the block. Many, many people wanted to have their picture taken with me, I guess because I am blond. They wanted pictures with Karen and Barb as well, but mostly with me. I will try not to let it go to my head! All asked politely and thanked us profusely. At one point I was surrounded by 10 teenagers, all switching off taking pictures and posing. They wanted to know where we were from – and when we said America, they repeated the word excitedly. Everyone was sweet, gentle and had incredible smiles.
In the canteen we made friends with a young woman, her sister and mother, and her daughter. They posed for us in their beautiful saris and the five year old girl again wanted to know where we were from.
We were tired from the very humid and hot day and went to bed early went we got back to our cottage.
We meet our guide at the hotel, and the five of us pack into the car for another two hours of driving to Ajunta. The hawkers swoop in on Karen, Barb and I as soon as we set foot outside the car. It is obvious that we are westerners (there were only a handful) and we are offered jewelry, boxes, quartz stones, cave books over and over. We stick with our very confident guide and he shooes us onto a shuttle bus that takes us to the cave location.
The caves are in a breathtaking setting. They are set around a horseshoe bend in a river, with a waterfall descending between several of the caves. The greenery is lush and there are bold splotches of colorful flowers. These caves were abandoned many years ago and rediscovered by a British tiger hunting party in the late 1800’s. In typical human style, one of the British soldiers scratched his name into a pillar – right over a beautiful mural! Our guide knew where this graffiti was, and held up a flashlight to the pillar to show us. John Smith will live on in the caves while the names of the artists and artisans are forgotten.
Our guide is extraordinary. He is from Ellora (a small village) but is fluent in Hindi, Mahrati, English, Spanish and Japanese! It is obvious he is passionate about the caves and educating us about them. He explains in great detail the stories painted into the murals, the mastery of 3-D paining and sculptures, and how each cave was carved from the front to the back and from the top to the bottom. He shows us details we never would have seen or understood without him.
I decide I am hungry and whip out a peanut butter sandwich I have brought with me. I am immediately beset by monkeys, trying to get my food. I hadn’t even noticed them before that moment, but suddenly we see that there is a group of about 20 – all watching people and waiting for chance for some thievery. Our guide scares them away and tells me to eat quickly.
There were probably only about 10 westerners present among a thousand Indians. I quickly became the most popular kid on the block. Many, many people wanted to have their picture taken with me, I guess because I am blond. They wanted pictures with Karen and Barb as well, but mostly with me. I will try not to let it go to my head! All asked politely and thanked us profusely. At one point I was surrounded by 10 teenagers, all switching off taking pictures and posing. They wanted to know where we were from – and when we said America, they repeated the word excitedly. Everyone was sweet, gentle and had incredible smiles.
In the canteen we made friends with a young woman, her sister and mother, and her daughter. They posed for us in their beautiful saris and the five year old girl again wanted to know where we were from.
We were tired from the very humid and hot day and went to bed early went we got back to our cottage.
Headed to the Caves!
After our morning class we had to pack and meet our driver for our trip to ancient Buddhist, Hindu and Jain caves. We get off to a slow start as our driver can’t be found for about 20 minutes, but he shows up and we head out. Four and a half hours later we arrive at our cave facing “cottage” in Ellora.
The journey is at first terrifying for all of us. Americans are simply not used to the mix of vehicles, poor road quality and lack of driving discipline. Our driver, Hasson (sp?) assures us over and over “Don’t worry madam”. He must have honked his horn 500 times on the journey as we passed motorcycles, rickshaws, bullock carts, bicycles, busses and trucks. Really – I only felt that things were truly dicey one time, but it was hard to get used to. Our car, a Fiat, makes a beeping noise when he hits the speed limit of 100 kph.
Our room is small, but comfortable and we fall asleep to crickets and birdsong – a welcome change from the noise of Pune.
The journey is at first terrifying for all of us. Americans are simply not used to the mix of vehicles, poor road quality and lack of driving discipline. Our driver, Hasson (sp?) assures us over and over “Don’t worry madam”. He must have honked his horn 500 times on the journey as we passed motorcycles, rickshaws, bullock carts, bicycles, busses and trucks. Really – I only felt that things were truly dicey one time, but it was hard to get used to. Our car, a Fiat, makes a beeping noise when he hits the speed limit of 100 kph.
Our room is small, but comfortable and we fall asleep to crickets and birdsong – a welcome change from the noise of Pune.
Friday - Dueling Rickshaws
Today was busy! We started with a practice in the morning and then scurried to be ready for Nana to pick us up. Nana is a rickshaw driver who caters to American students. He has a cell phone and you can make an appointment with him for his driving services. This is very unusual. The best things about Nana is that he is super sweet and that he will always get you where you need to go.
We head off to the tailor’s, but our clothes are not ready. We will need to come back Tuesday. Then we decide to go to the “tea place” and buy Rebecca Lerner the tea she has requested that Karen bring back for her. It is a black tea. Nana stands in line for us and buys a kilo of tea. It come wrapped in newspaper and tied with a string – kind of suspicious looking, but it smells great! On our way to the tea place, we get into a bit of an incident with another rickshaw. Nana is navigating a narrow alley that is partially blocked by a raised steel grating. Another rickshaw comes the other way. Both drivers decide to go for it and the rickshaws become almost intertwined. Words are exchanged (of course we don’t know what was said) and Nana gets out and pushes his rickshaw backwards. Then slowly, like a crazy dance, both rickshaws edge forward again and clear each other!
My day was rounded out with an Ayurvedic massage, evening class and shopping for our trip tomorrow.
We head off to the tailor’s, but our clothes are not ready. We will need to come back Tuesday. Then we decide to go to the “tea place” and buy Rebecca Lerner the tea she has requested that Karen bring back for her. It is a black tea. Nana stands in line for us and buys a kilo of tea. It come wrapped in newspaper and tied with a string – kind of suspicious looking, but it smells great! On our way to the tea place, we get into a bit of an incident with another rickshaw. Nana is navigating a narrow alley that is partially blocked by a raised steel grating. Another rickshaw comes the other way. Both drivers decide to go for it and the rickshaws become almost intertwined. Words are exchanged (of course we don’t know what was said) and Nana gets out and pushes his rickshaw backwards. Then slowly, like a crazy dance, both rickshaws edge forward again and clear each other!
My day was rounded out with an Ayurvedic massage, evening class and shopping for our trip tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Challenging Classes
My last two classes were challenging! Yesderday, Mr. Iyengar instructed the class through Abhijata and Gulnaaz. He observed that we weren't really doing the actions that were being asked for and we were held in the poses for a long time until the actions started to come. We got to know our top thighs and our metatarsals quite well!
This moring's 7am class with Prashant was "back bending". Prashant said we should not be slogging through our back bends. Instead, we should be tranquil and placid. He said our faces should look angelic during and after the difficult poses. I found an ease in Viparita Dandasana that I hadn't found before.
On the domestic front, we have a wonderful cook. Yesterday she was making fresh paratas (sp?) and encouraged us to eat them straight off the pan. They were delicious. Also, we are puzzled by our washing machine. One of the wash settings is "fuzzy"! I am not sure that I want fuzzy clothes!
This weekend we are headed to the Ellora and Ajanta caves. It is a long drive but we have heard it is worth it. I will be offline until Tuesday and will write about it then.
I had dinner with Care Parker, Karin Brown and Barb Stief last night. It was fun to hang out with everyone.
This moring's 7am class with Prashant was "back bending". Prashant said we should not be slogging through our back bends. Instead, we should be tranquil and placid. He said our faces should look angelic during and after the difficult poses. I found an ease in Viparita Dandasana that I hadn't found before.
On the domestic front, we have a wonderful cook. Yesterday she was making fresh paratas (sp?) and encouraged us to eat them straight off the pan. They were delicious. Also, we are puzzled by our washing machine. One of the wash settings is "fuzzy"! I am not sure that I want fuzzy clothes!
This weekend we are headed to the Ellora and Ajanta caves. It is a long drive but we have heard it is worth it. I will be offline until Tuesday and will write about it then.
I had dinner with Care Parker, Karin Brown and Barb Stief last night. It was fun to hang out with everyone.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Settling In
We have settled into a great rountine at our flat. Karen, Barb and I are getting along great and enjoying each other's company. We are exctied that we have a clothes washing machine and an iron availble in our flat. This makes life easier.
I have met several other Americans and made friends with a young German man. His English was excellent and he said he might come to the States to study for six months, as he is required to go to an English speaking country to complete his degree. This trip there seems to be many Italians, Germans and Americans. Last time there were more Spainards and British folks.
Yesterday, Barb and Karin delivered some supplies we had brought to a local orphanage. We had brought vitamins, bandaids, shampoo, lotion and other needed items. Barb said the children were beautiful and one of them sang Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for them.
From our 10th floor flat I can see how truly big Pune is. The city stretches on in all directions and is much bigger than Portland!
In just the two years since my last visit many things have changed. There are far more cars on the road. Also, many more people are sporting western attire. Jeans and t-shirts are everywhere.
As to the yoga - every day we notice the absence of Geeta. She is not in her usual space in the practice hall and has not taught. Everyone misses her presence.
I have met several other Americans and made friends with a young German man. His English was excellent and he said he might come to the States to study for six months, as he is required to go to an English speaking country to complete his degree. This trip there seems to be many Italians, Germans and Americans. Last time there were more Spainards and British folks.
Yesterday, Barb and Karin delivered some supplies we had brought to a local orphanage. We had brought vitamins, bandaids, shampoo, lotion and other needed items. Barb said the children were beautiful and one of them sang Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for them.
From our 10th floor flat I can see how truly big Pune is. The city stretches on in all directions and is much bigger than Portland!
In just the two years since my last visit many things have changed. There are far more cars on the road. Also, many more people are sporting western attire. Jeans and t-shirts are everywhere.
As to the yoga - every day we notice the absence of Geeta. She is not in her usual space in the practice hall and has not taught. Everyone misses her presence.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday and Sunday 8/7 and 8/8
Today’s morning class was again “taught” by Abhijata with Guruji relaying instructions and observations. The class was absolutely packed. We worked on our feet in numerous poses. We were told to take our toes to the ceiling in all our inverted poses – something new to work on. Our Sirasasana (headstand) felt steady due to this foot work.
The monsoons came back and it rained all day on Saturday.
I was exhausted by evening and we spent a quiet evening at home talking and reading.
Sunday is a day of rest with time to catch up with work and blogging!
The monsoons came back and it rained all day on Saturday.
I was exhausted by evening and we spent a quiet evening at home talking and reading.
Sunday is a day of rest with time to catch up with work and blogging!
Friday 8/7
There is always something going on at the Institute and today was exciting. A film crew arrived and set up to tape Guruji (Mr. Iyengar) explaining his method and teaching a class. About seven Indian teachers were part of the “class”. It was fun to realize I knew several of these teachers – Gulnaaz, Rajlaxmi, Nuvana’s teacher Jawahar, plus Neeta Datta’s brother. I hadn’t seen Jawahar since 2005 but he remembered Barb and me.
Guruji taught for several hours with vigor and conviction. His instructions were clear and simple. The students were pushed hard and were asked to jump from downward dog to advanced arm balances. All categories of the poses were covered – with and without props. Almost all of us stopped our practice to watch, listen and learn.
In the afternoon we went to Sunita the tailor to pick out fabric and get measured to have some shirts and pants made. It was an immensely enjoyable afternoon to be able to dig through stacks and shelves full of vibrant, colorful fabric. In the end we had to make our choices and in a week we can pick up our new clothes.
Rajlaxmi taught the evening class. We did about 12 jumping sun salutations intermixed with some fun standing poses. A great class!
We watched the rest of The Fifth Element on my laptop. I figured out that the iPod speakers could be plugged into the computer for better sound, but that meant the laptop had to run on battery power as we only had one outlet converter. We almost made it to the end!
Guruji taught for several hours with vigor and conviction. His instructions were clear and simple. The students were pushed hard and were asked to jump from downward dog to advanced arm balances. All categories of the poses were covered – with and without props. Almost all of us stopped our practice to watch, listen and learn.
In the afternoon we went to Sunita the tailor to pick out fabric and get measured to have some shirts and pants made. It was an immensely enjoyable afternoon to be able to dig through stacks and shelves full of vibrant, colorful fabric. In the end we had to make our choices and in a week we can pick up our new clothes.
Rajlaxmi taught the evening class. We did about 12 jumping sun salutations intermixed with some fun standing poses. A great class!
We watched the rest of The Fifth Element on my laptop. I figured out that the iPod speakers could be plugged into the computer for better sound, but that meant the laptop had to run on battery power as we only had one outlet converter. We almost made it to the end!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Beautiful Day
The rains have stopped today, and it is beautiful here today. Not too hot, and a gentle breeze blowing.
Last night some wild parrots sat outside our 10th floor window. They were vibrantly colored - green and turquoise. Unfortunately, we did not get a picture of them.
In this morning's 7am class Prashant told us to "learn to do and do to learn". Otherwise, we are just doing a workout instead of learning yoga.
For one of the poses half the class at the windows of the practice hall, using the window grills for our feet for Utthitha Hasta Pandangustasana. Looking out the window I could see brilliant green tropical foliage and the rusted blue carport roof of the Iyengar family home. The sun was shining. This contrasted with the coolness and soft lighting of the practice hall. I looked across the courtyard and saw Mr. Inyengar, sitting in his home reading the moring paper. I felt truly in India, and in the moment.
Last night some wild parrots sat outside our 10th floor window. They were vibrantly colored - green and turquoise. Unfortunately, we did not get a picture of them.
In this morning's 7am class Prashant told us to "learn to do and do to learn". Otherwise, we are just doing a workout instead of learning yoga.
For one of the poses half the class at the windows of the practice hall, using the window grills for our feet for Utthitha Hasta Pandangustasana. Looking out the window I could see brilliant green tropical foliage and the rusted blue carport roof of the Iyengar family home. The sun was shining. This contrasted with the coolness and soft lighting of the practice hall. I looked across the courtyard and saw Mr. Inyengar, sitting in his home reading the moring paper. I felt truly in India, and in the moment.
Thali Dinner
Last night we had Thali with Nitin and his family. Thali is speed-serving and speed-eating. The waiters came around and dished out small portions of various dishes into small stainless steel bowls and onto a large stainless steel platter. Every two minutes they would show up again with new and different items, or 2nd or 3rd helpings. It was fun, tasty and satisfying! It was great to see Nitin and his family.
We had our first ladies class this morning. The teachers tag-teamed the teaching duties. Gulnaaz, and Abhijata took turns teaching. The reason they were taking turns was that Mr. Iyengar was watching our poses, and then telling them what to say and teach! It was a little confusing at the start, but then the class proceeded well as everyone settled in. We worked on our feet – lifting the soles of the feet off the floor in downward dog, Uttanasana and Triangle pose. This work was to help us straighten the legs. It was a invigorating class.
We had our first ladies class this morning. The teachers tag-teamed the teaching duties. Gulnaaz, and Abhijata took turns teaching. The reason they were taking turns was that Mr. Iyengar was watching our poses, and then telling them what to say and teach! It was a little confusing at the start, but then the class proceeded well as everyone settled in. We worked on our feet – lifting the soles of the feet off the floor in downward dog, Uttanasana and Triangle pose. This work was to help us straighten the legs. It was a invigorating class.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Everyone's Here!
Barb arrived today, so all Portland people are here.
This is going to be a quick post. We are all the Hotel Chetak, having lime soda and using the free wifi. Barb, Karen, Jen and I walked down together to have a laptop sharing session.
Today for class I pulled out two sticky mats, and both were marked with familiar handwriting - JLYC! What a coincidence.
The rain continues today, and it feels warm and tropical.
We had our first class with Prashant today. We were encouraged to observe and narrate our poses, like a commentator for a football match. This will help us progress to the state of yoga.
Please write back!
This is going to be a quick post. We are all the Hotel Chetak, having lime soda and using the free wifi. Barb, Karen, Jen and I walked down together to have a laptop sharing session.
Today for class I pulled out two sticky mats, and both were marked with familiar handwriting - JLYC! What a coincidence.
The rain continues today, and it feels warm and tropical.
We had our first class with Prashant today. We were encouraged to observe and narrate our poses, like a commentator for a football match. This will help us progress to the state of yoga.
Please write back!
First Day at the Institute
To Karen’s and my disappointment, we missed class today. The schedule has changed and Monday class is now at 7am. As we hadn’t finished getting registered, we could not attend. But we did get to practice! It felt great to practice for a couple of hours and work out the kinks from the long days of travel. Mr. Iyengar was there, instructing his granddaughter while others watched. The amazing thing was that he was instructing her while he was in a supported deep backbend himself. This went on for at least 15 minutes.
It was exciting to be at the Institute and see some of the same people we met two years ago. Fellow Iyengar students from Italy, Russia and England were among those that recognized Karen and I! Also, there was a woman from New York who was a student in my assessment last fall. It was fun to see her again.
The weather today is rainy and windy. The wind has been howling by our windows for the last three hours as Karen and I spend some more time catching up. Jen has just stopped by to compare notes and the three of us are going to dinner tonight.
It was exciting to be at the Institute and see some of the same people we met two years ago. Fellow Iyengar students from Italy, Russia and England were among those that recognized Karen and I! Also, there was a woman from New York who was a student in my assessment last fall. It was fun to see her again.
The weather today is rainy and windy. The wind has been howling by our windows for the last three hours as Karen and I spend some more time catching up. Jen has just stopped by to compare notes and the three of us are going to dinner tonight.
Pune
The rainfall is noticeably more than my visit of two years ago. Our drive from Mumbai to Pune was slowed by numerous downpours, stopping motorcycles and softening the views. Our reward for driving through the rain was the sight of waterfalls. Once the climb from sea level began, every hill was striped with an array of waterfalls, all gushing with speed and volume. There were hundreds of them.
We made it to our apartment without any trouble and began unpacking. We made the mistake of going to the “mall” to buy a few staples. The mall was a frenzy of Sunday shoppers. Apparently it was “Happiness Day” and there was a sale. The woman on the store intercom announced that we should all expereicnce the Joy of Shopping! All I was experiencing was an overwhelming feeling of noise, heat and crowdedness, due to being so tired from the journey.
Now, settling in on the 10th floor we are away from the crowds but not from the constant honking of horns and squawking of birds. Time to get used to Pune again!
Nina Pileggi
Director, Sunset Yoga Center
We made it to our apartment without any trouble and began unpacking. We made the mistake of going to the “mall” to buy a few staples. The mall was a frenzy of Sunday shoppers. Apparently it was “Happiness Day” and there was a sale. The woman on the store intercom announced that we should all expereicnce the Joy of Shopping! All I was experiencing was an overwhelming feeling of noise, heat and crowdedness, due to being so tired from the journey.
Now, settling in on the 10th floor we are away from the crowds but not from the constant honking of horns and squawking of birds. Time to get used to Pune again!
Nina Pileggi
Director, Sunset Yoga Center
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Despite my self-induced level of stress regarding traveling, all went smoothly on the longest leg of our journey. Karen and I arrived in Mumbai late last night. We met up with Chris Beach, president of IYNAUS in Newark. It was entirely a coincidence that he was on the same flight from Newark to Mumbai. A bigger coincidence was that his seat on the flight was the center seat between Karen and me! We were astounded. Karen, Chris and I had a fairly pleasant 15 hour flight and all of us managed to sleep pretty well.
We drove through crazy traffic from the airport to the hotel. Our driver to the Leela hotel told us that they are undergoing a massive expansion at the airport – building a brand new departures building so that the arrivals and departures will be in separate buildings.
Arrival at the Leela Hotel was interesting. We had to go through a airport like scanner and our luggage was x-rayed for security purposes. The hotel lobby is beautiful, and smelled strongly of incense. It was Karen’s birthday and the hotel had flowers and a chocolate cake waiting for her. We ate the cake at 11:30a at night and it hit the spot!
It is morning now in Mumbai and rainy and gloomy. Our of our hotel window we can see the beginnings of an elevated train track. They have built the elevated concrete supports in pieces for some reason, leaving large gaps of 200 feet.
We are packing up now for our four hour ride to Pune.
We drove through crazy traffic from the airport to the hotel. Our driver to the Leela hotel told us that they are undergoing a massive expansion at the airport – building a brand new departures building so that the arrivals and departures will be in separate buildings.
Arrival at the Leela Hotel was interesting. We had to go through a airport like scanner and our luggage was x-rayed for security purposes. The hotel lobby is beautiful, and smelled strongly of incense. It was Karen’s birthday and the hotel had flowers and a chocolate cake waiting for her. We ate the cake at 11:30a at night and it hit the spot!
It is morning now in Mumbai and rainy and gloomy. Our of our hotel window we can see the beginnings of an elevated train track. They have built the elevated concrete supports in pieces for some reason, leaving large gaps of 200 feet.
We are packing up now for our four hour ride to Pune.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
almost ready to launch
Last minute details are falling into place. As always, I have to give up on my ambitious plans for my last day home. Mow the lawn? Drive downtown to have lunch with my son? Harvest the garlic? Not all of these are going to happen! I did manage to get everything squared away at the yoga center and my bags are packed and ready.
I had hoped I would be less stressed out by my impending departure this time around, but I was wrong. I have managed to give myself a tension headache. My youngest son has suggested that it is "my day". He made me lunch (peanut butter sandwich, a giant bowl of raspberries and a popsicle) and declared that we should watch The Lord of the Rings. We settled on the first movie and happily joined Middle Earth for a few hours.
I had hoped I would be less stressed out by my impending departure this time around, but I was wrong. I have managed to give myself a tension headache. My youngest son has suggested that it is "my day". He made me lunch (peanut butter sandwich, a giant bowl of raspberries and a popsicle) and declared that we should watch The Lord of the Rings. We settled on the first movie and happily joined Middle Earth for a few hours.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Here we go again
I leave for my second trip to Pune in just over 2 weeks! Writing a blog and reading your comments was very therapeutic for me so I have decided to keep a blog again. Look for more posts soon.
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