From snoring to spiritual awakening: My days in Mysore
Well, I cannot remember where it all started. Yoga had no part to play in my life, even after NaMo(cute way to address a Prime Minister with authoritarian tendencies, innit?) proclaimed in the UN, “Mitrooonnn, 21st June will be International Day of Yogaaaaa.” The only thing amiss was he did not make this announcement while doing an asana himself. But I am guessing he is always doing Pranayama to control his anger towards skull-cap-sporting, terrorists-in-making that he bumps into on a daily basis. But neither is this post about our benevolent(lol) dictator nor is it about the international day of stretching your body and tormenting yourself. Like every great piece of writing, this one too, is about the writer himself. Though I will make every attempt to mask the self indulgence with totally useless information. So yes, I do not know where it started. But I thought learning Yoga might be a good idea as my body and mind had started to grow thick. And though I may blame...