Wednesday Mornings n I….

After waking up at 10 every morning for the last 15 days, I had to bounce the alarm around the bed four times before I could muster up the energy to crawl out of bed. I set the alarm for 6am and eventually hauled myself out by 8am. Any plans of the Yoga routine went flying out of the window.

An hour later, I am on my way to office and as is usual at this time of the day, I call my mom. She usually takes the number of ‘Bhaiya left lena, bhaiya right lena” in her stride but today seems to have been a particularly convulated way to work and she is pretty fed up with my parallel conversation. “CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE ALONE!!,” She hollers into the phone, before hanging up.

Touchy, bad day, I surmise. I am not alone.

Yoga Poga

Poga for good movement

So I am on the fifth day of my special Yoga class and as the guru is going on about the universe, my responsibility to the world and how i need to change, it feels like i am back in school…responsibility, exercises, change in attitude….can i have my pillow back, please? 

so call me cynical and yes, i came here on my own accord ( so maybe it had something to do with a certain friend who was desperate to recruit someone…i suspect she had a certain score to finish) but i am just wondering if sometimes im too cynical for my own good. hang on, maybe thats not entirely true. i watch india play cricket and inspite of all the talk about the game being rigged, i still wholeheartedly believe in cheering the team. I cheered for India at Cannes when the country won its first Grand Prix for the Lead India campaign and got all chuffed up when JWT india went up to collect the Gold Lion, like I had something to do with it. 

i randomly cry in all emotional scenes, relatively dramatic or not… so im not cynical, not really. But i just dont buy this stuff that all the other 60 people in this room seem to be lapping up.

at one point, when the guru says …”I know, some of you are here merely as casual experimenters..”, i am convinced he passed me a pointed look. 

After we do this complicated kriya, the guru asks us what went on in our minds…what did we see?

i try hard….really hard…

“erm, blue?”

 I saw blue…lots of blue…some fire in the middle. maybe its not so bad after all, maybe, i am capable of setting off on the path to Nirvana. Its cloudy there.

The dude behind me joins in, saying he saw blue too…and red, green, maroon.

loser.

crap! I curl up on my yoga mat and wait for it to end.