Wednesday, April 18, 2012

'Yoga with Yogini' launched!

The yoga DVDs are finally out! . Here's the trailer - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjnLTxhwiT8 and the launch pics.

My yoga teacher Yogini, has brought out a set of 3 DVDs , each is about 1 hour 15 mins. These cover the workouts we've been following on 3 days a week. Each day focusses on different muscle groups, and sets of asanas.

I'd been looking forward to getting these DVDs, because I've found the way the sequences are grouped, and her voice over, very very helpful in our classes, and when I couldn't attend the classes, I really missed something like this.

Of course, this isn't a polished product.  Neither in terms of the production quality, which has a home video feel to it. Nor in terms of the perfection of the asanas, specially by the students. But its part of the reason I totally love them, its real people, real classes, and all very very doable, all the while with her voice over reminding of what we strive for!

PS - I have a bit role in them as well.  A few glimpses can be found, of my grim faced, determined visage , or the large derrier!

PPS - Sales plug - The box set of 3 together costs 500 bucks.  Please feel free to put in any requests directly to her (yoginim at hotmail.com) or mail me and I can route them.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Ugly Indian

Attended another of the clean up drives this weekend.

Now that I've followed the pages and comments for a couple of months, and I understand a little better the strategy that goes into them. And as I'd expected right in the beginning, it isn't all a magical clean up and everything becomes hunky dory.

And as I'd expected, the hard work is not in the actual clean ups. There are plenty of us, with great good will, and momentary adrenalin, to help fuel those.

The real hard work, is the prep that comes before, the follow ups that come after it. It is a continuous , slow , ongoing process. And like in everything else, there are setbacks, but the most amazing thing is the mix of creativity, doggedness and patience with which they've continued to go about it.

Lets see if some of those rub off on me! For now, I continue to take the easy path out, with the broom and paint brush, leaving the brain to take it easy.


what do you fear

you,
who hide behind the curtains,
peeping

are there mirrors in the room?
warped..

or are you,
awaiting,
the perfect attire..

what if,
this
is
as good as it gets?








Monday, April 09, 2012

The year that was..

Couple of weeks back, on one of our endless tea breaks, r and I started thinking about the year that was. It had been a rather washed out one professionally, and once we realised there wasn't much we could think of on that front, we cast out net wider. Thats when I realised, that it hadn't been all that wasted, it had its moments. Some jottings on it...

Joined a gym for the first time.  Although it got rather boring after a while, it was good fun for a while. Stamina improved, was fun to be able to run continuously on tradmill for over 15 mins. Pumped iron, and got a compliment or two on bearing and posture!

Tonsured my head, something I'd always wanted to do for ages. Loved the way I looked, and on the whole, was pleasantly surprised at the reaction of people around me. Although there were just 1-2 who actually thought the cut suited me, most admired the act itself, and was quite amazed to see how many people actually wanted to try it out ( even if for very diff reasons) and just never got the guts.

Became a member of the complaints committee at work, and it was quite an experience. It wasn't quite what I'd expected it to be, which in itself was a good reminder against generalizations. Learnt a good deal about the nitty gritties of just how these things work, and how tricky they can sometimes be.

Realised that some things just get hardwired into you, and it gets very very hard to change set responses. At times that makes the response alarming and amusing at the same time.

Put aside a trip just to meet old friends, something I'd always wanted to do. Loved having the late-night-girls-heart-to-heart talks, just like we used to back in school days. Saw some things change as well, and for once, mourned and let them go, aided by rabbits. Lost some friends to distances, kids, marriages, timezones, business, and sheer misalignment ( to use a corporate term!). Made new connections however.

Started back on the yoga and the runs. Loved the sheer high from the endorphins released!

Spent much time trying to 'get in touch with myself'. Slowly came to somewhat appreciate the generously used word - awareness. Went the full circle, just like in yoga. Initial breakthroughs, plateaus, breaks.

Moved to our own house, and had much fun setting it up with nn, although our defining word remains spartan.

Lets hope the next year has new things to scribble about !














Tuesday, April 03, 2012

The cow sagas - part 3, maternity

Usual background: Once upon a time, there was a milk vendor. He loved the money his customers gave. But he just wished he could make the cows disappear. Ugly messy creatures, who always had to be fed. Why couldn't the milk just appear magically in jugs?


He couldn't understand this whole wasteful concept of CSR . Corporate social responsibility. He was running a business. A dairy to be precise. Why did any social responsibility of any sort have to come on his head? And parental leaves for cows sounded like the worst sort of responsibility to him.

The very idea of keeping a cow's name in his register, while she was off having a calf, and producing no milk for him, sounded like business suicide to him. How was it his headache to know where the next generation of cows come from ?

He was running a business, not a charity. The memory of that meeting kept haunting him. He had set it up to tell all the cows how nice he was to be giving them maternity leave of 3 months. But instead of being grateful, the whole lot of the cows ganged up and started fighting with him, on how they needed more.

More?? The word rang of the Oliver Twist's infamous demand, and ruinous welfare states. He wished the whole world could be just like america, the land of  opportunities, hard work, and no parental leaves.

The cow sagas - part 2, of slip discs

Usual background: Once upon a time, there was a milk vendor. He loved the money his customers gave. But he just wished he could make the cows disappear. Ugly messy creatures, who always had to be fed. Why couldn't the milk just appear magically in jugs?

Today for instance, one cry baby interning cow came to him, whining about a slipped disc, and how the doctor had adviced a 1-2 weeks rest.

Uff these cows, no idea of how a business is run. He had to enlighten the cow, how this was the last batch of the compulsary 1 month training on how to produce milk. If the cow missed this, then there were no repeat trainings in the near future. And he couldn't promised the cow a place directly without the internship, who knew how the situation would be 3 months later.

Hopefully this would help set expectations among these darned cows. Sometimes they started thinking they were people and not resources, the nerve!