Yoga is very
popular here in Singapore. It is popular all around the world in fact. A lot of
my friends do it and quite a few have attempted to get me to do it as well.
They claim it is good for the body and the mind. My mates tell me that it is
soothing for the soul.
It is not
really my scene.
I get my
exercise nowadays by riding my bicycle and by walking and swimming too. I don't
play much sport here in Singapore because it is far too hot. I have the odd
game of tennis. I play against fat Englishmen and usually first thing in the
morning or late in the evening. I use cunning and guile when I play tennis and I
make the fat Englishmen run a lot. I serve to their backhand with a bit of
topspin and I wear them down.
I don't like
to lose against the English.
My good mate
Simon does Bikram yoga. This is sometimes referred to as Hot yoga and it is
undertaken in a room of high temperature and humidity. Simon is a very strong
and fit man. He has played football professionally and he still runs
triathlons. He has told me that Bikram yoga is the hardest exercise that he has
ever done so it must be strenuous.
If Simon says
so.
My old friend
Moo runs a Bikram yoga studio back in Melbourne in Australia. Moo's real name
is Margaret and I don't really know why we all call her Moo but it is all I
have ever known her as. I have known Moo for more than 30 years now.
How are you
sweetheart? I hope you are well. I hope you are happy.
Moo used to be
a ballerina and she danced for a living.
How good is
that?
My brother
Richard now sometimes goes to Moo's Bikram yoga studio. He sweats it out. Like my
mate Simon, Richard is also a very fit and strong man. Richard also works out
in the gym several days a week. He pumps iron. He is my younger brother and one
of my best mates too and I love him very much. I often refer to him as little
Dick which is ironic as he is hung like a horse.
Cho bro. I
can't wait to see you in a couple of weeks. Pick me up from the airport will
you? I will send through my flight details.
So when I ask
my mates why they actually do this yoga thing they tell me that it is good for
both their brains and their muscles and they tell me that it is calming as
well. Fair enough. No worries. I do my meditation sitting on the old battered
green armchair on my tiny verandah and I call it thinking. Sometimes I get a
little breeze on my verandah. I also do a lot of my reading there and I often
doze off. When I doze off I occasionally dream and I dream that I am astral
traveling.
When I wake up
I am disappointed that I am still here in Singapore. I live in a climate which
is similar to the artificial heat and humidity that is created for Bikram yoga.
Just the act of walking around beats me down and playing the odd game of tennis
nearly kills me. How people like Simon and Moo exercise in such an environment
is beyond my comprehension.
I overlook the
neighboring condominium's tennis courts and swimming pool and from my verandah
I occasionally watch the tennis games that go on beneath me. On some weekends I
watch two local guys play very competitively. One of them is a bit of a cheat.
He is a big cheat actually. I have a very clear view of the court and I observe
him call balls out when they are actually in - and vice versa. He also foot
faults when he serves.
He steps over
the line.
Sometimes I
yell "OUT" when he says to his opponent that his shots land
in. I also call "FOOT FAULT' on his serves and it really pisses him
off. He swears at me in Hokkien and he sometimes even tries to hit tennis balls
up at me. I just laugh and give him the bird – which is the raising of the
middle finger of my hand. It is an internationally recognised rude gesture. The
smallest things seem to amuse me now days.
I think I may
be losing my mind.
I have seen
proper yoga being practiced in both India and Nepal. I have visited Ashrams
just to watch the yoga sessions. The Yogis who run these places think that the
Western adoption of yoga is wonderful as they have made an industry out of it
and they have made a fortune too. People come from all over the world to sit in
different yoga positions in these Ashram. They sleep on hard stone floors and they
eat vegetable gruel with the novice monks and they yoga away all day.
I have spoken
at length to quite a few of these yoga masters - in both India and Nepal. I
have had lengthy discussions with them over steaming cups of delicious mint tea
and we have chatted away about life, the universe and everything. The Yogis
have told me that true enlightenment has nothing at all to do with yoga nor
eating vegetables or sleeping on cold stone floors.
I told the Yogis
that I knew this already. I told them that I was well aware that Enlightenment
is actually a path of compassion and self awareness and it is living and
practicing humility and kindness and selflessness.
The seeking
of Enlightenment is a long and tough
road of absolute dedication that might take several lifetimes to achieve and there
is a lot of stumbling that occurs along the way.
Life is a
journey.
Not a
destination.
Complete
Enlightenment will likely never in fact be achieved by most of us.
Pete -
ReplyDelete9000 followers! Holy F#$%! And good going re getting an Agent. You'll have to start thinking soon who you want to play you in the film version? My vote is that guy who did the one batman movie? Keaton is it? Not a particularly good hollywood actor - but there is a similarity. In looks that is. Not acting.
Hey, thanks for the shout out. You'll have to come to class with Richard when next in Melb, which sounds like it might be soon. No excuses. I can't promise enlightenment. Nor the ability to connect with the inner self. Or even the ability to be able to touch your toes. But I can promise you some good fodder for another blog.
Hope to see you on the mat soon buddy. Its been too long.
M
aka
Moo (old chums)
aka
Maggie (professional friends & acquaintences)
aka
Margaret (reserved use for those who are pissed off with me only)