Yoganation

A week in an ashram in India, but of course: Sivananda Ashram, Neyyar Dam to be precise. It was actually refreshing to have a bit of structure and discipline to my somewhat flitty, floaty travely lifestyle option, although being woken up by bells sounding at 5.20am not so much.

The day started with an hour or so of chanting and meditation. I was not so great at the meditation but a bit of daydreaming so early in the morn whilst sitting cross-legged was a fine way to start the day, especially with the sun rising as the session progressed. Afterwards we had some chai or healthy herbal tea which tasted of smoke, followed by some yoga by the lake, onto non-spicy thali all-you-can-eat brunch, a related lecture, more yoga, more thali, more chanting. On one lunch break we swam in a lake with crocs, lions and elephants, as you do.

Musical entertainment during one chanting sesh with audience participation sweeping the masses. Those in yellow are the peeps on the intensive yoga teacher training course

Setting up for meal time in the sweltering dinning hall. Karma yoga of serving dinner was probably the toughest part of the week for me!! Sweat literally dripping off me and possibly into the food! Yum. The silver trays are the thali dishes set up with little partitions for various foods including curd, beetroot salad, chickpea combos, rices, sambar, curry, chapati blah blah. And all eaten by hand whilst sat cross-legged on the bamboo mats in silence.

It was a bizarre, interesting, physically demanding week. The life skills of yoga asanas are keepers and I've been trying to get in an hour or so every morn. The Sanskrit chanting is one to leave behind and caused a slight internal dilemma as I screechily chanted to Hindu gods. As part of the cynical group we questioned this in a lecture with the director and he and the masses cast all usual logic aside towards a leap of faith attitude: who cares that we don't know the meaning behind it, we're in India right and must embrace the chanting to deities we don't believe in. Hrmm. It was intriguing to say the least and the hours of yoga each day was brill.  We were also taught "eat to live, not live to eat" which just doesn't sit well with me as my daily activities are largely centered around all things food based. Masala dosa was, of course, my first non-ashram meal.