On the Sixth International Yoga Day, I feel I need to “pen” my thoughts and experiences with yoga. It’s been a long time since that first yoga class. I think I was in 9th grade at the American International School, Delhi. Our Student Counsellor, Dr Rolf Godon, had a visitor from the US, his brother who was a yoga practitioner or teacher even. And so in the capital city of India, the home of Yoga, the first Yoga class I ever attended, was by a foreigner! Anyway, an introduction is an introduction. It was also a discovery, and a first-time discovery always lasts a life time, I believe.
It has in my case. Although it took me forever to find a teacher, a Guru, who I could relate to. I was a “bhatakti atma”, a lost soul, a seeker, trying this yoga and that, different instructors, different schools. As a Senior in High School, I remember going off-campus to a place I had discovered near the school which was a sort of center for yoga. I went there a few times with two school mates, Marijana and Alison. I don’t remember what asanas we did, but I remember the meditation. In later years, when the turn came to try the Bihar School of Yoga I realized it was a form of Yoga Nidra.
In between, there were others: a young girl who had trained under the Swami , Dhirendra Brahmachari, who was said to be close to PM Indira Gandhi and was gifted a huge plot of land in the heart of Delhi to open a Yoga Institute. After his death, it became a Government-run Yoga institution and still is. Dhirendra Brahmachari also had a Yoga School in Katra. I remember on one of the family’s annual pilgrimages to Vaishnodevi passing by it and toying with the idea of hmmm! enrolling there but not even attempting to speak out loud – I knew the parental response in advance. However, I think it was more the ‘bulava’ (the call, as in an invite!) of Mata Vaishnodevi than Yoga which elicited the thought in my mind.
While working at the French Embassy, post-JNU, I enrolled at the Taj Palace Fitness Club. There I met the duo, Mrignaina and Lakshmi. Lakshmi offered to help me with Yoga which I preferred to the machines in the Gym, although I tried those as well. It turned out that she was an Iyengar Yoga practitioner so I always consider her to be my first Iyengar instructor. One day I was shocked at not being able to do the Halasana. She pulled up a stainless steel bench and placed it behind me, made me hold its legs, had me up in Sarvangasana (Shoulder Stand) and brought my toes onto the bench in Halasana. That was my first experience with the props Guruji had invented but of course I didn’t know that then.
Lakshmi also taught me, very significantly when I reflect on it with the passage of time, the Sirsasana (Head Stand) against a wall corner. I obviously had the confidence of youth to do it with her and at home on my own…till the day someone said to me “Young women should not do the Sirsasana”. And from that day till today I have not been able to do it independently and without support. My toes refuse to lose contact with my foundation, Mother Earth. I am totally earth bound and frightened, I guess , of losing myself and floundering in space.
There’s a tennis club near our house and I used to go there on early summer mornings to learn tennis. Later on, there were yoga classes there from Kaivalyadham Center, Lonavala. They had promised us they would be there “every day, every week, every month, every year” for us but in fact that promise lasted just a few months. Yoga sessions were held outdoors at 6 am daily. I recall not being able to do the Vrikshasana (Tree Pose) even then for want of balance. Over the daily repetition, I found a modicum of balance with the sole of one foot pressed just above the ankle of the opposite leg. We were instructed to look at eye level and focus on an object there in the not too far distance. We had bushes in front of us, of the chandni flower. I found a white flower to focus on but every time that flower died, I would have to not just find a new focus but my balance all over again.
I started going for walks to the Rose Garden, just off the Hauz Khas Village at one extremity and the IIT Delhi at the other. There I would see a group doing Yoga and I knew some of the members so I joined in and we did group yoga, once again outdoors, in an open park, under a grove of Neem trees, because the neem keeps mosquitoes at bay. But we always got badly bitten. We found an instructor and he was good. One winter morning, he showed us a vigorous shoulder rotation to fend off cold. It warmed us up but I still would not want to be in a glacial ambience to experiment its viability. A Delhi winter morning was enough. But the instructor moved on and the group continued to do yoga as we did pre-instructor but decided to include Laughter Yoga into the daily practice! This Laughter Yoga was doing the rounds in those days and becoming very popular. In any park, you could hear loud group laughter and you knew what was going on. Except our Laughter Yoga started taking a different turn, and imitating the laughter of different animals was not my cuppa Yoga and I had to carry on.
For a couple of years I had an instructor come home to teach. She had trained under the system of the Bihar School of Yoga and that’s when I revisited Yoga Nidra. It was probably the first time I started familiarizing myself with a regular sequence for a daily practice.
I got into a discussion with a friend’s nephew who was doing Yoga regularly and he convinced me to join a two-week workshop of the Bihar School of Yoga. It was fairly intense and informative as well. That’s the time I started reading their publications and through them familiarized myself with the original Sanskrit names of some of the asanas.
So with this, my practice was more regular but I also knew for it to continue I needed a regular class. So after another gap of a few years I found myself practicing in a group led by an instructor from the Mysore School! I was almost done with all the Schools offered in India. Somewhere sometime there was an instructor from the Sivananda discipline as well but now memory fails me.
But there was still one more left and it found me, at last. I knew about Guruji, Yogacharya BKS Iyengar and his center in Pune. I had bought his seminal book, Light on Yoga, in the early 80s. I tried doing asanas from it and once, in over enthusiasm, painfully overstretched the hamstrings. It’s a book one should read from start to finish and then once more before considering it to be one’s Guru. An instructor’s face to face guidance goes a long, long way in understanding the correct technique and to prevent wear and tear to the body.
I had expressed the desire to learn yoga in Pune but I was told Guruj is so strict and severe, he hangs his students from the ceiling fan…those words exactly. That was enough for me to get the thought out of my head. So how did I get caught in the web of Iyengar Yoga…
While I was doing the classes a la Mysore School, we had a visiting instructor, Rudra, whom we called Swamiji, and who had ashrams in Rishikesh and Karnataka. He was an Iyengar disciple, more specifically, Guruji’s disciple. He brought into my life a new way of doing Yoga . With my friend Sumana, who started visiting his ashram in Rishikesh for 2-week workshops twice a year, I made two short visits and followed his classes while I was there. The teaching was very different and it was deep.
I was in the US when I got a brief email from Sumana: “BKS Iyengar is going to give a talk at the IHC. Will you be back?” It was well-timed, yes, I would be back. We went to hear him and it was fascinating. Rudra had come down from Rishikesh. It turned out Guruji was in Delhi to inaugurate the first Iyengar Centre which was opening the following day. Rudra was going for the inauguration ceremony and vigorously encouraged Sumana and me to accompany him. We were only too delighted with the invitation. It was an official event, the opening of Iyengar Yogakshema. Later, we the tail-enders were taken for a tour of the center’s halls. They were beautiful as was the center itself. I got an opportunity to speak to Guruji there, just a few words, but it felt like a blessing.
I was determined to join and left my phone number to be informed when classes began later in July. But before then, Guruji had told Rudra to come for a short morning session he was having for the students already enrolled at Yogakshema. Sumana and I were roped in too and we, officially gatecrashers, had our first ever class with Guruji, unexpectedly!
I finally joined and the experience of the first class remains in my mind. I had done yoga, yes, it was usually the same sequence of 12-15 asanas, with a tweak here and there, but this was totally different. “What is this!” , said both my mind and body and the will to deepen my knowledge kept growing. I liked the scientific approach to the subject, I loved learning anatomy through yoga for yoga, Sanskrit (we were expected in the Iyengar tradition, to refer to the asanas in Sanskrit, so Adho Mukho Svanasana was no longer the Americanized Downward Dog) and of course, the classes, each one different from the last. We didn’t know what we were going to learn in the next class but it was always something new and the ways were new too. It was invigorating and I loved it.
My Vrikshasana (Tree Pose) has improved significantly with the help of the wall (‘The wall is your Guru!’, said Yogacharya Iyengar. With its support, I started raising the bent leg as high as it was required to go. I realized that was my ‘go to’ asana when the vritti of the citta (Yogasutra I.2 “Yoga Citta Vritti Nirodhah”) just would not stop. Aha. But when I focused on the Vrikshasana – to maintain the balance – my concentration within was obviously powerful because not only was I sthir there was also sukha in the asana {YS II.46 “Sthir Sukham Asanam”).
And there- Iyengar Yoga is where I have stayed in my yoga journey. I selected to move to a new center Iyengar Yogamandala, much closer to home but the discipline remains the same. There are new learnings, taught and those that are intuititive, based on personal experience of practice. I like the fact of pushing myself far enough to do an independent Sarvangasana (Shoulder Stand) now but still cannot get into the Sirsasana although the thought of it has me salivating always. I need more recovery and repose moments between certains asanas but I know enough to be less demanding on my older self. I know I won’t be in performance mode now, I will have to await another lifetime for that, but I am happy and content to just be in the asana of the moment.
There will be a Part II to this. Soon.