Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Yogi Wannabes





I contemplated on and started my yoga lessons for the obvious reasons…. I was looking for calm and peace and embedded within that  very sky high dream was the  very obvious –  a better posture  and maybe a leaner , healthier me.
It  has been quite a while now and I not only love what I am doing but I crave for that one wonderful hour in the morning taking me deeper into my journey into myself. Yoga feeds my soul like nothing and nobody else – It definitely is the science of the soul. At this juncture in my life, Yoga has been a blessing for me. The way it is portrayed and   practiced – It does have a serious approach to it but here I write it on a lighter vein about the people – yogis ( or rather yogi wannabes!) I have encountered. I have loved and thoroughly enjoyed my yoga sessions everyday as much as I have enjoyed the crazy people whom I meet  at the yoga studio.

Without much ado let me get straight into the matter.

The Weatherman : One look at him and you know what time of the year we are sitting at. Come Winter and  you have this guy walk in with what looks like the larger version of the skull cap. Suprisingly and funnily it sits on his head from the opening prayer to the closing namaskar. It sticks on all the time- during the bridge pose , the forward bends and all. Winter is gone and yes as you guessed it, the cap disappears and funnily his socks  disappears too. He is there, ten toes ( not a nice sight) and all welcoming the Spring with his floral printed tees. Shorts and whites in the Summer, rain slippers during the rains and when it is very rainy he  disappears!  He is as serious in the fall, all dull and brown and all set for the skull cap to make its vengeful  return as the year end nears. All he needs is a wind vane on his head to complete the picture!

The Snotter :This guy who is perpetually down with a cold and a perennially runny nose. How I dislike that noise when he draws his mucus inwards! With every suryanamaskar his nose goes on a frenzy as gravity wrecks havoc. Even Rahul Sharma on his soothing  Santoor is defeated and drowned. Does he even realises that he is snorting? How can we  blatantly help him out of this nosey business.

The Show-off : Nike, Adidas, Urban Yoga- you name it and she advertises all . She glides  in at six in the morning as chirpy and talkative. She has stories to narrate. She is sitting on the fringes of  being a Page 3 socialite. Yoga for her is upselling herself – she shouting out to the world that she is a Yogi . Yoga -every  socialite vouches for it, how can she miss it. She dreams of starting her yoga school in the sunny  beaches of California someday.

 The Ms.Know It All : Why on earth is she here? She knows better than my soft spoken, calm and collected yoga guru. A step ahead always, contradicting and giving her unwanted inputs. Can you shutup and do your ‘yoga’.  If you knew it all you would not be here, would you?  But ignorance is bliss- people are laughing at you, you silly yogi, look around and do what you are here to do! No , but she continues with what she knows best- brag!

 The Cry Baby :  She carried the worries of this big bad world on her shoulders- giving Atlas a run for his money. She complains , feels bad , feels sad and then the signature ‘teardrop’ falls and out comes her hanky. Does your yoga wear have a pocket? She is well equipped- always. Sniff sniff and I am already looking for the exit.  Sorry, I come here to free my mind of worries . Cut it! Wish I could say that.

The  Stiff Corporate : There are quite a few that come under this category. Invariably they all  have a chronic back problem, frozen shoulders or a combination of both. If that was not enough they are over -weight and stiff due to all those mad hours of sitting and gazing at the computer or living artificial lives.  With every movement  you can hear the bones crackle and buckle.All in all they are well behaved  and follow instructions well ! Forward bend and touching the toes is the biggest challenge . Mission not accomplished! Some conquer , some give up. This particular guy says, “ At the end of the day I need to feel good and be healthy!”

The Patient : Someone braving depression and anxiety- this yogi is very focused and serious about his yoga classes. He comes to class with a dead pan look -obviously battling sleepless nights , on anti depressants and what not.   He sits there with a noisy mind and manages to cut it all out. He is a brave guy and fighting his mind devils head on and he is in the right place.

The Foreigner :In India, almost every yoga class has a white or a yellow yogi  and mine is no different. A Far East Asian  girl is trying hard to be a yogi. She is very flexible and I guess she must have been a contortionist  or a gymnast in her far away land. I hear a chain of yeses and see head nodding  to the instructions and to new asanas and mudras.  Hello young lady, Welcome to the land of  the Yogasutra.

The Absentee : I find her more active on our Whtsapp page than on the mat!  Excuses, travel, sick kids, vet trips, road trips, Delhi belly – you name it and there she has it on her list to stay away from the class. Mind you, but she is a yogi! I didn’t see her in class today. She was travelling, God knows where.

The Confused guy : He is confusion  in itself. He is a etiquette challenged, unkempt and untidy, always late and very loud. He barges into the class and stares at people. One day while doing his ‘kapalbhati’ he triggered off holy moly hiccups so bad, that he had to leave the class. He froze in one asana – only to explain later that he was in deep thought! Hello are we supposed to be in ‘deep thought’? On another occasion he got into an ego hassle  with another guy , fighting in class . More than the yoga classes he needs grooming and  life skills lessons.

 And then there is me- an observer. I look around and I see faces all so different yet so similar. I wonder  if my fellow yogis laugh at my oddities. Do I have any? We are  all looking for that moment of Peace and  Happiness. An hour of belonging to yourself before you go out and give yourself to the world – in the endless  quest of Happiness and Success in this crazy world.
Bring out the mat and head to your nearest yoga studio ! Its
fun , laughter, entertainment and more.




 Claudia Joshi 
20, November 2014

Friday, 15 August 2014

Yoga - the Meaning in the Emptiness




Yoga as we know it- the various physical postures and breathing exercises. However, going back in time Yogasutra written 2500 years ago by Patanjali defines yoga as the ‘stilling of mind’. It is an attempt to empty the mind. Yog is derived from the Sanskrit word ‘yuj’- which is the practice of connecting the ‘atma’ and the ‘paramatma’( the soul and the Supreme Being) Rightfully, it is beyond the postures and stretching and breathing- it is finding yourself and being comfortable in who you are, it is looking for that person lost in the din and the bustle of this mundane world. It is to connect, to balance  and to be in harmony with the self.

Yoga is a mind process- it is a state of mind. Getting centred through the awareness of the physicality- the postures and  breathing  that help us navigate towards the peace and quiet the mind has to offer. Awareness of the body brings us to the present  moment and keeps us in the here and now. In the ‘Now’ we are free from the past and the future. This is when we experience  bliss and completeness. Learning to let go and freeing  ourselves of all the  worries and stress – even if it is for a short while( hopefully with practice, I should be able to hold on to it for longer)

The mind – body synchronization brings about relaxation, ease and profound peace. Physical discomfort and stress is replaced by a supple  and pain free body and a tired confused mind sees clarity and meaning in life.

For me Yoga has been a medium through which I manage my life  and keep myself centred. The one hour I spend in the morning practicing yoga is the best gift I could give myself. The early morning walk to the  studio, the  ever  calm and collected  Dr. Mani- my yoga guru, the soothing music, the like minded fellow practitioners and friends, the suryanamaskars, the asanas, the mudras, the pranayamas,  mind and body in sync-I am at peace with myself.  I am calm and connected and physically- leaner, stronger and healthier. Suppleness, grace and confidence I bring home everyday. The conscious breathing is something that I enjoy – keeps me connected to myself even when I go through my busy days. The dullness is replaced by zeal to work well ,willingness for self- improvement and new learnings, to follow my dreams and to be a better ‘me’. In an attempt to empty my mind  I found everything I was looking for.

I seeked  good health, peace, harmony and balance in my life- and Yoga gave me all and more.

Claudia Joshi


Monday, 23 June 2014

Motherhood and Me 2

 Motherhood and Me
Post 2
Your Homecoming - Siddharth


Rashmi peered inside with eyes that spoke volumes as I opened the door. My new next door neighbour had come to ‘see’ me after I was home with my new baby. My son must have been  three  or  four days old – I was a proud mother after all those months of longing and waddling. It was a lazy hot Summer afternoon and there was quiet and peace at home….the baby was sleeping!

“ Hi ! How are you?” I greeted and enquired but all she did was give me a blank look as she looked around my living room and blurted out –“ You had a baby girl?” What a thing to ask I mumbled inside my mind, “Well, you guessed wrong! I have a baby boy” I said sheepishly.  Rashmi was confused, well, she looked confused as I invited her in.  She did all those endearing girly stuff that women do when they see a newborn , as I  very proudly introduced and exhibited my baby ! 

Another statement of absolute amusement spilled out of her, “ You had a baby boy and we did not even come to know of it?” Now Rashmi was confusing me! ‘’ You would have come to know of it eventually, after all we are neighbours!” My mind did the talking- a silent monologue!  She was a mother of two  herself–and she very authoritatively declared that  I was lucky  to have a son, “ now- even if you have a girl you will be fine” she sealed the deal for me! 
I offered her coffee and she demanded, “ Muh meetha  karao!”  I apologetically got her some Bengali sweets that was lying in the fridge and she apologized that she was carrying a set of pink girly frilly singlets  for my son. Confusion and small talk came to a screaming halt when my little man let out a cry of discomfort and Rashmi once again very confidently said that he needs a change and feed and that she will be leaving me to do the more important thing.

My mind was seeing light as I spoke to Rahul that evening. We just brought the baby home- with no pomp and show, with no blue balloon archways at the door, no boxes of sweets to be given to every hungry soul on the way home, no big money to the security guards who man the gates of Ridgewood, no wide grins and smiles,- we just brought the baby home!  For us , we had a healthy baby to call our own- boy or girl- well ,that was not for us any to decide- I gave birth to a  boy – that did not make me   extra-special or lucky! Two years hence, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl( her story will follow later)- neither then was I any less special or lucky! If only we realize this and not anything else.
As for Rashmi, I don’t know where she is today, but I do remember her . Maybe I should look her up on facebook- Hundreds of Rashmi Guptas!!
(PS: we lived in Gurgaon ( North India)then!)


Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Motherhood and Me 1

Motherhood and Me    Post 1
June 2004
       I was out of sorts and my eyes welled up as the second tiny pink line appeared and stared at me - thus started my journey into motherhood. I cried till I was sore all over ,I could feel my heart in my mouth thumping like never before,I imagined a tiny speck of life within me and I cried more and more The day passed in a daze.
     Surprisingly the first(crazy) thought  that flashed through my mind that morning was “ Mama le marcha!”( literal translation: Mom’s going to kill me!) Funny but true.

      Rahul was going through it with me but I could sense the disbelief, of it all.The only thing that was going right for us was the fact that we were together after so many years of being away from each other because of work. We clung onto each other and moved on in life - me with my first pregnancy all teary- eyed with dreams woven around them and Rahul with his work and planning and managing - this time with absolute focus and oodles of love and care.

      I hated it and I LOVED - the morning sickness, the heartburn, the cravings, the pasta from Pizza Hut and nowhere else, the yam curry and  the evening walks in the dusty smoggy Delhi . What I absolutely loved was the tiny bump and the way Rahul was transiting from a husband to a father ! I could see the promise of a good father in his eyes, before I knew he had started having phantom conversations with the baby !

      Days rolled by sluggishly very much like my digestive system , constipated, puking and letting off acidic upsurges now and then. Gelusil became my best friend as I carried my baby bump here, there and everywhere. I carried it home to my parents, to the clinic, to the church, to my friends, on house hunting sprees, everywhere.

     We moved from Delhi to Gurgaon - boxes, bump and all. By now I had graduated to those ‘ Mom and Me’ clothes and I didn't quite walk- I waddled. My life revolved around Rahul, walking around Ridgewood ,Mita- my friend, soothing music, a little nursery and  the closet that spelt of love and promise - tiny vests and mittens and booties, fresh soft towels and Johnson’s baby powder and all. Burying my face onto the softness of those baby clothes  longing to hold my bundle of joy - memories made of gold !  

 Max Medical elevated my very “Indian” pregnancy to new heights with lamaze classes, breathing exercises, counseling and those videos on various choices of birthing rights  that I had ! Living on Love, Gelusil and  not quite healthy food  made me a raring to go ‘mom-to-be’. I opted for natural birth to many a jaw dropping reactions from people around me “.Can you push?"



     Push I did !  Breathing exercises? What was that? I was wheeled in, dazed and tired,  and Rahul was there  in  the green scrubs looking like a lost soul,( thanks to Max !) He was very brave not to pass out ! We braved it together, after a double episiotomy , ventouse cup and the works I did manage to push my big 4 kgs  bump out into the world.My baby Siddharth Noah - We had a baby boy! I was a MOTHER!  Don’t ask me how I felt….because I have no words to describe that feeling of being sore and the happiest at the same time. Maybe I’ll be able to one day! Till then let me be…let me be a Mother!