General ravings, Potshots

Yoga for Indian Left-Liberals

With International Yoga Day coming up on June 21st, yoga enthusiasts the world over are stretching their muscles and metaphors of peace with increased agony and zeal respectively…even as Indian Communists, Socialists and affiliated Left-Liberals are twisting their slogans and bending their lips in increasingly sulky slants.

I do believe this is because the Left always feel a little Left out when it comes to yoga, which they mistakenly associate with something that only those nasty Hindus and Hindutva-types do when they are not plotting how to construct Ram temples on every square centimeter of India that is Bharat.

May I hence recycle an execrable article on yoga (with a few slight but necessary amendments) that my late and lamented alter ego Ghatotkacha wrote over five years ago to bring mirth and the Satori of Shavasana to his dear Communist/Left Liberal friends.

P.S.: Mystery surrounds the sudden disappearance of Ghatotkacha soon after this article was first published; he was last seen attending a yoga retreat in Kumarakom, Kerala. Some conspiracy theorists link his disappearance with the publication of this article. However, I am convinced that Ghatotkacha achieved yogic dematerialization – his most ardent wish – while standing on his head and chanting the three sacred syllables…

CPI(M) leader Sitaram Yechury has come under much flak from yoga-lovers because he humorously compared the movements of yoga with the movements made by a typical dog. [click here to read]

All yoga exercises can be noticed in a dog’s body movement,” said Yechury while speaking at an event to mark the birth anniversary of Communist ideologue Harkishan Singh Surjeet in Bhubaneswar. “When a dog gets up, it stretches its front and rear legs and takes a deep breath. That’s yoga!”

Now, a Communist with a sense of humour is a rare and beautiful thing. 

Yechury is among the last members of this exotic and greatly endangered species, and hence we urge yoga-lovers to take his canine comparisons without howls of protest or baring of fangs.

Also, unconfirmed reports from usually unreliable sources suggest that at a secret CPI(M) capacity-building retreat in an undisclosed resort in Kumarakom, Kerala, Yechury urged his fellow-traveller Communists to appreciate and apply certain simple yoga techniques that would bring immense benefit to their brains, gonads, and other secular organs.

Excerpts from Yechury’s presentation, provided by our sources:

1. Incantation.

Hindu and Buddhist yoga performers across the world chant ‘Aom’ [thus: Aaooooooooommmmm]. 

Muslim yoga performers chant ‘Ameen’ instead of ‘Aom’ [thus: Ammmmmmmeeeeeeeeenn].

Cadres of the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP) and Rashtriya Janata Dal (RJD) chant  “Gow’  (meaning Holy Cow’) [thus: Gowwwwwwwwwwww]

Communists rightly regard  ‘Aom’ , Ameen’ and ‘Gow’ as communal or Gowmunnal incantations. Hence, in keeping with our ‘secular’ credentials, we Communists could instead chant ‘Aom’ but in another way, as ‘Mao’ [thus: Mmaaaooooooooooooo]

2.  Postures.

(i) Upward facing dog (Urdhva Mukha Svanasana).  This posture relaxes and tones the muscles around the jaws and mouth. It is especially suited for Communists, who often strain their facial muscles and jawbones through constant chanting of the Sacred Jibe so beloved of Communists:  “Running dogs of capitalism”.

(ii) Wind-releasing posture (Pavana mukta asana).  This posture is excellent for releasing pent-up gases that might otherwise affect the secular organs of the Communist body-corporeal. It is particularly recommended for the campus-orators, who will take the Revolution forward and who may not always be able to afford Pudinhara and other medicines that are manufactured by the MNC pharma companies and their affiliated Braying Donkeys of Capitalism.

(iii) Plough posture (Hala asana). This posture is highly recommended for Communists, as it symbolizes our identification with the humble agricultural worker who wields the Plough. Besides, it is symbolic of the Plough Constellation, also known as Big Dipper, which Communists fondly associate with Boris Yeltsin, the Big Vodka-Dipper ex-president of Russia – the Holy Land where Communism was born. 

(iv) Son salutation (Surya namaskaar). This set of postures provides all-round health and vigour to the body. Unfortunately, it has lately come to be associated with the Son-worshipping Congress Party. Hence, barring the ‘Upward Facing Dog’ pose (see above) it should be avoided by the Communist Yogi.

Let us not be cowed down by the Gow-worshippers! Let us not be misled by gods and angels – instead, let us be inspired by dogs and Engels!” Yechury allegedly yelled at the conclusion of his speech.

He was greeted with thunderous cheers of “Workers of the world, unite in Communist head stands…we have nothing to loosen in our brains!”

Jai Hind!

Musings

Yoga Time-Out

Seeking Satori
Seeking Satori

Make a hook out of your left hand and reach out and grab your right shin. Reach up with your right hand towards the ceiling. Keep your left knee pressed firmly to the ground. Breathe…look towards your right hand …make sure the muscles in your neck and left shoulder are relaxed...”

Zubin’s voice is soft, calm; it seems to come from very far away as I follow the instructions.  I stare at the edge of my stretched right wrist, hearing the faint roar of my own blood pumping through my veins as I strive to breathe normally. It’s easier now to remember to breathe; much easier than even a month ago, when I would instinctively hold my breath each time I got into any new position. I feel a dull pain in the left side of the neck. It intensifies: I loosen the grip on my shin, the pain disappears and at once my left shoulder relaxes; I didn’t even know it was tense!

I return to contemplating my right wrist and the ceiling above.  Faintly, above the soft thunder of my blood, I hear Zubin murmuring: “It’s not about strength, it’s about becoming aware of yourself, about balance, harmony…

I hear the words without really absorbing their import; I let the mind drift through an incredibly diverse cerebral landscape…

I need to finish that %%^&*@! article.

I’m hungry, must go with the gang to Café Red…akoori on toast, yea! And that tall green gingery drink, whatever it’s called…

Green…must remember to call the gardener, fix the terrace plants…

Oh hell, forgot to go and get some bigger flower pots…

Do that on Monday, no, Tuesday…

I’ve got to call Bala.

The article…

Now, use your left elbow to keep your right knee pressed firmly towards the floor, and reach out with your right hand and see if you can grab the toes of your left foot…”

Hazily, I become aware that my limbs are arranged in an extraordinary pattern. I can feel a foot under my left hip; my left hand has, impossibly, coiled round my back and appears to be resting on my right thigh. But where is my right hand? Ah…that must be it, peeping out from beneath my left knee.  I can see the toes of another foot beneath what must be my bent right knee; I wiggle the toes…and to my astonishment I feel the toes on the foot beneath my right hip wiggle.

Is this a glimpse of true detachment? Nah! It’s just an inability to follow simple instructions.  As Zubin comes by and helps unknot and rearrange me into the required position by a series of deft twists, tugs, pulls and pushes, I slide off the banks of consciousness into the stream of  restless mundane thoughts once again…

Wonder where to get the fibre-glass roof for the terrace…

Hah! Forget it! Crazy idea. There’s no money, unless by some miracle my income-tax refund materializes.

Damn that article…

Besides, there’s the whitewash to do, and also fixing the broken windows…

Perish the thought. Maybe I’ll sell the damned windows…Hah!

There’s a jam on Friday. Must practice that Uriah Heep number…

My shoulder hurts…

Pay the electricity bill.

Jam means whole afternoon gone, so what about the article? I need to finish that %%%&&^*$# article! Must do it tonight, forget Café Red…

Or else maybe I’ll work late, yeah, work till 3 a.m…

Akoori on toast…

My shoulder hurts!

I realize I’m holding my breath again. I breathe deeply, easily; feel the shoulder pain vanish, feel energy surging through the body. It’s an extraordinary feeling, a kind of electric tingle that pulsates with every breath…it’s a feeling I knew in childhood but somehow lost over the decades…a feeling of being here and now, of – well, Being. Yea, of simply Being…

I allow myself to drift away in the embrace of the feeling; a feeling that’s actually a kind of knowing.  The knowledge that I AM, in this body yet able to contemplate it, in this mind yet aware that I have this mind and can channel it. I am here, now! I’ve always been here, now, amidst those whom I love and who love me…in this room, this world, beyond, infinitely. It is an incredibly exhilarating feeling, like it happens sometimes with déjà vu, knowing what’s going to happen, sensing the awesome truth that all that’s ever been and all that will ever be already IS…

I am that I am…

I am That I am

I am That I am

Tat tvam asi

Now slide yourself forward till you are in the child’s position. Relax, let go of everything, allow every muscle in your body to loosen up...

Slowly, I comprehend the words. Lazily, I float through the hazy, endless, weightless waters of satori back towards the banks of reality. I wonder briefly how much time’s elapsed, but let the thought drift away as the comfort of the child’s pose takes hold of my senses. My breathing is rapid but not ragged; the heartbeat is like a pounding bass drum in my ears…slowing down, softening…and presently, I return from the realms of infinite calm to the yoga room.