Samasthiti

I have a fascination with Bougainvillea - they enthrall me. The only other flower/plant that does that to me is the Frangipani tree. I love it equally - maybe I love a bougainvillea more. It's bougainvillea season in Singapore right now. I was on the way to the airport last week and for miles and miles and miles there boulevard was lined with these gorgeous bright little flowers - they were even hanging off the over-bridges. After a couple of crazy days at work and personally, it was like watching magic unfold - almost like a new lease of life, which my trip to India cemented further. I connected with some very close friends and realised that distances truly don't matter that much and we promised each other that when we are in doubt of whether to call or not - we will pick up the phone and call.  Coming back to the flowers - there's something about beautiful shades of pink, orange and red against white walls or any walls for that matter, under a brilliant blue sk

It's a holiday here today in Singapore and I'm battling a sickness that has left me without a voice for one week now. My raspy hoarse voice has gathered many comments from "this is very sexy" to "you sound like a boy breaking into puberty" - all very hilarious and all very welcome by me. I'm not a huge believer of  using strong medicine (steroids and antibiotics) to treat common colds, but this time around, I gave in and decided to seek medical help to treat this stubborn condition. Seems to be working already. So after a 12 hour sleep I woke up feeling beautiful - still without a voice though. Anyway, I digress. Over the last couple of weeks, or maybe months I have been thinking very hard about life and all aspects of it. If you've read some posts from my other blog, you'd know that Im questioning many of my friendships, I'm questioning the idea of love and I'm even questioning ShahRukh Khan - that is serious stuff. I am at that p

If you've been reading this blog, you know my love and gratitude for two teachers who've been instrumental in my yoga journey - who've taught me more than just asanas - Daphne and Anton who started Routes of Yoga   to take their gift of teaching to the world. I've learnt from them to be graceful - to take things slow - to enjoy the process of learning  instead of focusing on the results, to be humble in your achievements and to not let failure and disappointment bog you down (not for too long anyway).  I've had a rough couple of weeks, personally because I want something so badly to happen - and realised very recently that it's probably going to continue going to be a dream - and something that i will have to let go of soon, for my own good. Maintaining the balance between effort and detachment is my theme for living life. A very dear friend of mine, once told me that usually in life between your work and your personal life, there'll always be ups and dow

Nataraja @ The Practice , Canggu, Bali I love that line. a friend of mine introduced me to it. He came for a yoga session and told me post the class that he feels like he fits well in his skin and clarified that it was a dutch way of saying, he feels good, in a much deeper and wholesome way than : I feel good. Which is a beautiful state of mind and body to be in, but also a lovely thing to hear from your student as a teacher. I feel extremely happy when folks attend my sessions and come back to say that, there's a sense of omg, i did this for them - which is mostly an inflated ego speaking - but there is then a deeper sense of i "enabled" this for them - didn't do it - i helped create an opening or a space that they could move into and it was their choice, it was in their power to bring themselves there. They did it for themselves. Anyway, coming back to the point - fitting well in your skin.  I take that to mean a deep sense on contentment at your presen

No posts for almost a year and then two in a day :) Well, like I said when you sit down to write and there's so much to give, it flow naturally without you having to think about what the topic of this particular post should be. It's sunday night and as i sit here amazingly sore from my weekend workshop at Pure Asia Square, I am conscious that I need to prepare for my upcoming Monday class. My weekly yoga classes are a little bit more streamlined now : there's a tracking system that makes people accountable for signing up and showing up for class : and makes me accountable for having a class plan in place. The last two years by yoga classes were more or less  let's see who attends and what they need and I'll think of a sequence depending on the needs of the class. But now, I've been asked to teach a vinyasa class - so the style is fixed - but what's not fixed is what i can with it! I've said this many times before, I'm a vinyasa baby : using y

As always, I am writing on this blog after ages - after too long unfortunately. I would open a new post and not know what to write. I would sit there for inspiration to hit me, for all that I was feeling and experiencing to flow through as words on this white screen - some times it would, and more often than not, it would be too personal to post :) So as always I have multiple saved drafts that I haven't been able to post. My yoga journey has more or less remained stagnant - there are no breakthrough asanas I conquered, simply because I wasn't looking to conquer anything - there was nothing I was working towards with a single minded focus over the last couple of months. My goal is still to get the shirsasana - that I've promised to achieve by the end of this year. But, I've grown more comfortable with what my body can and can not do - I no longer breakdown after a class where yogis in a Vinyasa 2 class jump up and down while I sit on my mat not being able to t