And Bend And Stretch...
Yet another first today � laughing yoga. I read about it in Fiona Caulfield�s fab Love Mumbai guide book and rang yoga club organiser Mr Hirani yesterday to make sure it was on. It took quite a while for me to understand that it is indeed on not just yesterday and today but 365 days a year at Jogger�s Park which is not too far away from our hotel.
So I was up with the crows (doesn�t sound as cute as sparrows, does it?) and hailed a taxi to take me there. My taxi driver knew exactly where to go and offered to stay and have his tea while I did the yoga.
What Mr Hirani might have been trying to tell me on the phone was that I sounded too young because it turns out the yoga at Jogger�s Park is for Senior Citizens.
What Mr Hirani doesn�t know is that while in physical years I�m not quite there yet, in flexibility I am, so being in a senior citizens yoga class felt just about right.
The men were standing on one side of the little park - which is ringed by tall hedges and has three palm trees in the middle � and the women on the other, with Mr Hirani in the middle.
I stood at the back, owing to being a foot taller than everyone else, and just copied the person in front. The person behind was quick to correct me when I got it wrong which was extremely helpful and in fact, this is really my kind of yoga. It�s not about holding poses or maintaining strength, it�s about �moving every part of your body� as one lady told me.
She also told me that in fact the yoga is only on 364 days a year because the senior citizens like to go out late on New Year�s Eve so there�s no yoga on New Year�s Day.
At the end of the class, the lady who had so kindly corrected me took me up to Mr Hirani who introduced me to the class and prayed that I would bring lots of sweet sweet love from India back to New Zealand, which I will endeavour to do. Then I got to high five all the senior citizens.
After that, the class sang happy birthday including a whole verse to the same tune that went: �We are glad God made you, We are glad God made you, We are so glad God made you, Happy Birthday to you!�
Isn�t that adorable?
My only disappointment was that there was no actual laughing. Maybe tomorrow. And in the meantime I�m left basking in the thrill of being the youngest person at something.
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So I was up with the crows (doesn�t sound as cute as sparrows, does it?) and hailed a taxi to take me there. My taxi driver knew exactly where to go and offered to stay and have his tea while I did the yoga.
What Mr Hirani might have been trying to tell me on the phone was that I sounded too young because it turns out the yoga at Jogger�s Park is for Senior Citizens.
What Mr Hirani doesn�t know is that while in physical years I�m not quite there yet, in flexibility I am, so being in a senior citizens yoga class felt just about right.
The men were standing on one side of the little park - which is ringed by tall hedges and has three palm trees in the middle � and the women on the other, with Mr Hirani in the middle.
I stood at the back, owing to being a foot taller than everyone else, and just copied the person in front. The person behind was quick to correct me when I got it wrong which was extremely helpful and in fact, this is really my kind of yoga. It�s not about holding poses or maintaining strength, it�s about �moving every part of your body� as one lady told me.
She also told me that in fact the yoga is only on 364 days a year because the senior citizens like to go out late on New Year�s Eve so there�s no yoga on New Year�s Day.
At the end of the class, the lady who had so kindly corrected me took me up to Mr Hirani who introduced me to the class and prayed that I would bring lots of sweet sweet love from India back to New Zealand, which I will endeavour to do. Then I got to high five all the senior citizens.
After that, the class sang happy birthday including a whole verse to the same tune that went: �We are glad God made you, We are glad God made you, We are so glad God made you, Happy Birthday to you!�
Isn�t that adorable?
My only disappointment was that there was no actual laughing. Maybe tomorrow. And in the meantime I�m left basking in the thrill of being the youngest person at something.
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