Showing posts with label monsoon travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monsoon travel. Show all posts

Sunday, June 26, 2016

God or Guru?

Being a Hindu place with a God for every occasion you'd think there'd be plenty of opportunity to explore ideas of God, but it's harder than it looks. I'm no newcomer to religion and not uncomfortable with God as an experience. But if you do yoga, do you need to believe in God? If you don't believe in God, which I'd say statistically would include most people who do yoga, then is the next best thing to treat your teacher like a god? Is the guru a substitute for God?



Religion is an ordinary part of life for locals by what I see in daily routines, but the only people doing the sweating are the westerners. And the only people I see us worshipping are teachers and the images of gurus past and present. So then, is a guru/teacher the western replacement for God?

'God' is up there with 'strategic', 'love' and 'spiritual' as an over-used and abused word, used with either great caution or too much definition. But knowing God is one of the 8 limbs of ashtanga; after self study comes studying God.  If you're into yoga then at some point, you may start checking out what you believe about god, or spirit, whatever term you use.

God is a pretty big topic to stomach before 8am. Hard to tackle between your mat, millet pancakes and eco-friendly date-shake. But if you're not 'going in', or thinking about where god is in all this sweating and concentration, then it's a workout in a place with coconut trees.  But I didn't come to India for a workout.

Visiting a temple recently I was a spectator, and more interested in the silverware than the ritual, which what I could see involved taking money from lots of poor people, pushing them through a small doorway past a dirty concrete statue of something for about 2 seconds and then pushing them into another doorway out into sunshine yelling at them to hurry up the whole time. God On The Run.  Drive Through Religion.  But you can't be a tourist if you want to find God, standing on the sidelines and waiting for the entertainment.  God happens inside, by what I know.

Coming to India to find out about God is not a bad place to start. But you wouldn't want to be lost and searching, cause there sure are a lot of them and there's no text book.  A prison is another place you would probably be wondering if there's a God. Or at war, or in intensive care. Often dealing with my housekeeper I am muttering to God.  A yoga mat is a pretty soft place to be, really. It's hard to find and fight for real love when there's been little adversity, or suffering, or motivation. In many ways we don't need God, until wham! Suddenly we do. Even this guy will do in an emergency.

Ganesh remover of obstacles - quite a busy elephant 

Pattabi Jois (died in 2009) is/was  Guruji for many people who learnt ashtanga yoga from him. I not sure I'd call him that, in any but the true meaning of the word - a teacher (guru) of great affection and respect (ji).  Worshipping gurus seems odds with what we are being taught in yoga - to be self sufficient, practise daily, find our own sense of spirit and be become better people over time by being conscious of our crap. If you don't believe in God, I guess your guru is the next stop, but worshipping humans - apart from boy bands when you are 14 years old - is a little fraught if you want to call yourself an adul

But I see it, the gushy adoration of gurus. It's sad how we are so willing to give ourselves up, give our power away to another human being, putting people on pedestals when they are just people whether our bosses, politicians, teachers, rock stars.  It's one thing to trust but another to worship a teacher. I think you are always free to say no, to disagree. It's not arrogance to back yourself up, test out your ideas. Even if you are wrong. It's not superiority or smugness.  I'm sure Pattabi Jois bugged his wife, left his wet towels on the bed, told bad jokes, forgot to get the milk, argued...whatever.  I like to think about this version of the man in his ordinary-ness, but also with his talent as teacher, father, husband, person.

I think of all the everyday people who do amazing things, saving lives and negotiating conflict, doing the plumbing, trash collecting, teaching children, and keeping company of elderly people preparing for death and who cares if you can back bend?

I don't think you need a 'guru' to worship,  but you might need one to help you study God and know the difference.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Take It or Leave it



Getting ready for a month stay in a new country in a monsoon climate with a traditional, patriarchal culture, I've been asking what am I going to wear? Do they do espresso in southern India? How will I get my laundry done so it's dry in time? Is practising yoga in shorts inappropriate for Indian teachers? As India is sounding more traditional in dress code than Thailand, I’ve been asking around how to avoid unnecessary social faux pas and 'fit in'. A big part of getting ready to go practise at the shalt has been my teacher giving me lots of tips and information about the teacher's in India, the unspoken expectations, the major traps newcomers fall into on the mat and also socially. Personally I love this stuff, uncovering what makes a culture tick and knowing it can make the transition a bit smoother.


Probably for the first time I’ve asked for help on things you might have thought I’d know from all the travel I’ve done and written about. But every country is different and it's interesting what other people remember about their Indian experience. It's a different trip as there is no 'itinerary'; it's more like visiting a friend where you settle into a community and neighbourhood. It’s going to be freaking hot, wet and rainy, and a very physical 'holiday'. I’m not planning on moving around much. And I’ve got an apartment to base myself at for the month. So this means I can afford to settle in, like the lotus, get comfortable in muddy water - apt for travelling in the monsoon.

In terms of packing this means taking what I need to get comfortable and maybe of interest to you if you are considering a yoga journey (do it!).

Take
  • Roller, hard ball and other physio toys – you can’t get the rollers there, but I’m pretty sure you could buy a cricket ball from somewhere
  • Yoga mat - apparently you can’t get good mats there, so take your own. Surprised me! 
  • Normal yoga clothes. You may think India = home of yoga, there’d be a lot of yoga clothes around but when you think about it, ‘yoga fashion’ is a very western thing. I’ve been told most of what’s on sale is loose cotton shirts, fisherman pants and general clothes that locals wear. So if you are more Lulu Lemon than loose threads, bring your gear from home. 
  • Movies to watch in the day. If you are not doing chanting, singing, dancing, cooking, language, meditation, chakra blending courses, then maybe you just want to watch Kung Fu Panda while eating smuggled Tim Tams. Txt me. 
  • A set of light cotton clothes in carry-on luggage to change into at Bangalore airport while waiting for luggage and before doing the 3 hr drive to Mysore - it's muggy at midnight. 
  • One warm jumper. Sounds contrary to the above but apparently at 4.30 am lining up for class outside the Shala it can be chilly. I’m just gonna take my friend's word for it. 4.30? yikes. 
  • Your normal clothes you wear at home, (with sleeves and long pants to cover legs and shoulders) on a hot day. 
  • Alcohol/hand rub - personally I think this is a gimmick. You kill bacteria with hand-washing pressure, not alcohol ....unless they are alcoholic bacteria going through a rougher than usual patch. 
  • Brolly! 
  • Heavy duty mosquito repellent – Southern India is mozzie country in June/July and has epic proportions of malaria and dengue fever. Buy coils over there, take tropical strength Rid 
  • Good health insurance cover – don’t forget to activate it before you go if you have travel insurance via your credit card or bank. 
  • Coffee - if you love it, they do french press, but not really espresso like we are used to in Australia. So take your coffee already ground over there and probably more than you think you'll need 
  • Bathers - there's no beach as Mysore is inland, but there's a hotel with pool where yogis hang out ...and presumably swim and look fabulous drinking elaborate mock-tails posing in an assortment of extravagant yoga asanas.


Leave
  • Shorts and short skirts – Mysore is a more traditional city and in all pictures you see the men are wearing long sleeved shirts and trousers and women are covered shoulders and legs. Showing belly however, is fine. 
  • International roaming - Buy a local SIM card when at the airport to stay in touch with new local friends in the community. Internet is a bit sketchy but there are internet cafes for email and Facebook 
  • Hairdryer - probably leave! But then can be good for drying clothes that stay damp in the humidity. 
  • Heavy denim, jeans, anything polyester that doesn't breathe. 
  • Books - opt for the Kindle. 
  • Ideas about finding butter chicken - that's more central and northern cuisine. Southern dishes are more soupy, wet lentils, vegetables, breads and dairy... yum! 
  • I'll tell you the rest when I get back!