Tale of a Twisted Pretzel

Yoga is great. Your body feels fresh, mind feels cleansed, chakras (whatever and wherever they are) get awakened from their long slumber, yada yada....agree. But, what about the poor body parts that have to be tortured along the way with an end result that makes you look like a perfectly twisted pretzel?

You start out with great expectations of a novice. It always looks easy when an expert yoga master does it, right? Believe me, it's not. The whole operation is as complicated as, for a lack of an alternate analogy - neuro-surgery?. Well, I personally have no idea how tough neurosurgery is, so it's all an approxi-guestimation here, folks.

Back to the yoga, your entire body starts to get kneaded and shaped like baker's dough, while your limbs starts to groan and plead for some sympathy....if you don't stop and listen even then, they start screaming that chakras can please be damned or go sky-diving, they wouldn't care. Finally, after what seems like eternity and you finish asking philosophical questions as to why you had to do this to yourself....then.....the whole ordeal ends and you are asked to untwist and finally become a human life form again. Phew.

Moral of the story. Let me spell it out again for you - YOGA HARD. VERY, VERY HARD.

Mothering Business....

Quite a bunch, aren't we? Not only burdened with the responsibilities of raising new-age kids who are high tech, but come with nope, not even a "Parenting for dummies" manual, managing a challenging and dynamic job-front, dealing with the social aspects of the family like being the perfect daughter, a good sister, the kind neighbor, a caring wife, dutiful daughter-in-law et al. Add the mundane chores of cooking, cleaning, gardening, chauffering to this list and - I know, my head is spinning too. Easy now, let's sit down for a minute. Most of the current gen mothers that I know take their diverse roles to their heart, and try to make the best out of it. It's business as usual for them. No big deal, they would brush off. But, I always wonder if we're all unconsciously trying to be "Supermums", especially the huge task of balancing work and home. We definitely want to be out having a career or a job which is what keeps us sane and yet, no way ...

Human Needs and Relationships....Part 1

Let's admit it. All of us as adult humans have needs, wants and desires. At first, they have and will be at a basic sustenance level of food, shelter and clothing, and once that's done, it moves to many different elevations above. Also, it always starts with material things like money, car, house, job etc., then kids (and the heavy price tag that comes with them) etc. Think of it as the " taking " phase. At some point of life, when many hairs have been "grayed-and-dyed" after, we hopefully evolve to higher-order thinking like social work, helping/caring for others or spiritual quest etc. - basically, chucking the hugely inflated and egoistic "me and only me" out and replacing it with a big picture view of "what i can do for others", "how i can be useful to Mother Earth" line of thought process. This would be the " giving " or " pay-back " phase. Sorry, life doesn't offer any free lunch, anytime, an...

The Humor Bone...

Is there really one in our body? Or, maybe it's just a wacky, weird word play on the actual "humerus" bone. Who says Science and Literature don't mix, right? Be that as it may, having the ability to laugh with (note, not "at") others is a great habit to groom, polish and whatever else you do for general sanity check. Laughing apparently releases endomorphins or "feel-good" chemicals in our body- that's what researchers say, not me. So, anything from clowns, funny shows, even if a pathetic physical tickle is what it takes to get a smile, would be fine. Now, bear with me on this laziest one in the history of analogies. Imagine you're at the bottom of a hill. Ready, set, this would your starting position. Moving up, have you noticed how it's so easy to laugh at external things, but not at ourselves? But, if we do want to get there, we got to travel a long way to taking ourselves a little less serious than others do. Rea...

C'est La Vie;That's life

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