Entries in India (2)


Teacher Training Points

So I thought I was going to be able to write exciting blog posts about my experiences during teacher training. I thought I could let you follow my progress and the deepening of my practice, but I guess I didn't consider the fact that with 11 hours of yoga and lectures + self study a day and one day off a week there isn't really time for blogging.

This post is going to serve as a reminder for myself to blog about or just to remember:

How amazing Goa is and how good it feels to get to know an area by staying there for five weeks.

How right the teacher training course is for me as it is based on Asthanga Vinyasa but incorporates other traditions and modifications and as it has a strong spiritual foundation and focuses on all 8 limbs of Asthanga Yoga.

That I taught my first 30 minutes of yoga one week into the course and was assessed on it - and actually enjoyed it.

How the food is alive and every day is started with a green smoothie and a fruit salad and how this inspires me to eat more raw food - but how curries and naan keep sneaking into my diet. It is India after all.

How goddamn beautiful Sanskrit is but how hard it is to learn. Take Trianganmukha ika pada paschimottasana. That is just one pose...(!)

How beautiful the morning is in silence, but how good it feels to be able to chat after spending the first 5 hours of the day without saying a word.

How good my organs feel with a regular and pretty intense daily pranayama practice.

How sweet all the other yogis are and how the group energy gets us through the day. And how if not through yoga I would never have met a Canadian sherif, a beauty parlor owner from Scotland and a nurse from New York.

How the anatomy classes gross me out as I am shown what I'm actually doing to my bones and my spine during asana. No more forcing the knees into full lotus!

How challenging it is to enter the shala before sunrise and leave it after sunset only to come out for a couple of hours in the middle of the day - while being in amazing Goa none the less.

How brilliant it is to drink your coconut water straight out of the coconut after class in stead of getting it out of a carton.

How there's nowhere I'd rather be right now (although it would be nice to have my better half still here with me). And how I am turning in to a right hippie who will om, chant and sing - without batting an eyelid.


Yoga in Rishikesh, India

Last month I went to India. I went to Rishikesh - the capital of yoga -  to study Hatha yoga for ten days.

The first time I went to India was 10 years ago as a part of a 6 month trip through Asia. My two friends and I spent about six weeks there loving the colours and spirituality and hating the poverty and the Indians who constantly wanted to cheat or rob us.  When arriving at Delhi Airport this time, I was prepared to haggle my way through the thousands of Indians I was expecting to try to steal all my belongings and hassle the crap out of me. Instead, I only met lovely people who wanted to help me (and take my picture). I mean, the poverty was still there, but as I didn’t go to the normal tourists traps like Agra or Jaipur, I didn’t get all the hassle.

Rishikesh is beautifully located on the foothills of the Himalaya. The yoga school, Rishikesh Yog Peeth, was located in the beautiful Ram Juhla where Hindu pilgrims come to stay in Ashrams and to bathe, or collect water from the holy Ganga - which is actually clean just there as it’s very close to it’s source in the Himalayas.

The daily routine from Monday to Saturday at the school was as follows:

5.00-05.30: Tea (stillness)
05.30-06.00: Practice and Techniques of Shat karma (cleansing techniques) and mantra chanting
06.00-08.00: Yoga asana
08.15: Breakfast
09.15-10.15: Yoga philosophy
01.00: Lunch
15.30-16.30 Anatomy and physiology
16.45-18.45: Yoga asana, pranayama and meditation
19.00: Dinner

At home I’m pretty grumpy in the mornings, but I actually enjoyed getting up at five in India. The first hour we wouldn’t talk but just sit together and have tea while the sun would rise and the holy cows and the monkeys around us would slowly wake up.

I very much enjoyed the stay, but most of all I enjoyed the philosophy classes, which I’m sure I will tell you more about later. The teacher, Roshan, had a wonderful way of relating the teachings to stories of kings and Gods and to his own personal life.

Unfortunately the asana classes weren’t as good. Our teacher was very young and inexperienced and didn’t speak English very well. Of course he had a lot to live up to as I (and I’m guessing the others too) have had very good teachers at home who would talk about the benefits of the asana, the chacras and the meditative aspect of yoga and create interesting dialogue with the students. Coming to India, and especially to Rishikesh where yoga is said to stem from, you expect a teacher of certain caliber. I am willing to put some of my disappointment down to cultural differences but I did expect a more experienced teacher that could answer questions and challenge me in my practice. 

Every time I go away - especially to do yoga -  I come home recharged. The philosophy and anatomy classes gave me lots of input to challenge my yoga practice and get out of old habits. I loved being in India and experiencing all the colourful rituals that Hinduism contains. Just going for a walk on the ghats of the Ganga was an amazing experience. Every night hundreds of people would get together to preform the ‘Ganga Aarti’ where they would sing and prey together at the bank of the river. Truly magical. 

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