Sarvangasana: The Shoulder Stand

I think most of my actions and reactions and emotions are driven by anger. I am some times such a hater, I surprise myself. This, although is not going to be about hate (I'll try) but I thought I’ll just make that public so it is conducive to better understanding of what is to follow. If there is anything to follow that is, considering it took me ten thousand years to decide on a blog, and another ten thousand to decide colors and fonts and titles. And then there was this long long wait because I am super lazy.
I am not very old but I am quite an old soul. So you can say I know a lot about people, and how most of them are not really fakes as we sometimes perceive them to be. I think they are only trying to protect themselves. I can’t tell you why I am saying this, but something happened today. It’s a secret.
This person is not a fake, although he/she is certainly lying about certain things…which is kinda okay - we all do it all the time.
I lie a lot and I am quite a good liar. I don’t lie about serious things, or tell life altering lies that make doctors give wrong medicines or anything, but about a lot of other things like telling people who use tube-lights how beautiful their house looks, whereas honestly I think the worst thing god ever made were tube-lights (or whoever made them Thomas Edison or whoever, I don’t much care). All I know is that I hate tube-lights. They depress me. No point telling people who own tubelight lit houses that their house depresses me. Not like they’ll switch to bulbs. They’ll only feel awkward for a while, like two minutes, and I’ll feel horrible for like…ten thousand years!

I think the more people you love or care about, or just have around you, say friends and relatives (the ones you really care about), the more complicated life gets. I mean its as many more problems and misunderstandings and egos and break ups and make ups and all that to handle. All that sometimes makes me go mad!

Talking about what really makes me go madder than just mad are the aunties at yoga. I have been wanting to write about them since forever! And I just realized that I had told just about everyone how there's going to be a blog just about them blog.
And heres why:
My yoga begins at 10 am and I barely make it to class. It’s just so impossible to sleep early and then obviously it’s equally difficult to get up early. Well, I do make it to most classes on time, and once I am there, it’s just so worth the wake. Those aunties of course come after a heavy breakfast, wide awake and always walking in to the yoga place while constantly yapping away on their fancy cell phones. That’s not really that annoying because I am too, a little like that; always on the phone.
What is exxtremely annoying and I feel like turning into a Monkex , which is like turning into a monk by pulling out your hair but not really a real monk or something.
It’s a word someone made up and I think the meaning of which is still going through a lot of modifications and all that. However, I think it will mostly remain along the same line of turning bald into a monk by slowly pulling out each and every single strand of your hair, one by one, and becoming like a monk but not really living monk like.
Anyway, so here are these 40+ ladies who make my mornings, sometimes, quite miserable.
The breathing exercises are okay but they can barely put their legs straight for the shoulder stand. (and I think..Why would anyone their age put themselves through that? Not like a simple shoulder stand will shake the breakfast off!!)
Shoulder stand is not that difficult, actually its quite simple, it only looks complicated (but I don’t think I’ll try it when I am their age, trust me it looks so idiotic when people try doing things that they should have done when they were twenty and not two hundred).
But really, its not like I am trying to sound cool, it is the easiest and one of the most relaxing things to do (for like may be max two minutes). I know you don’t believe me, but please do. In guruji’s words, ‘just you try’.
So anyway, the ladies take about half an hour to get to the shoulder stand or something that kinda looks like one. Okay, maybe not full thirty minutes, more like ten minutes that, trust me, feel like a whole century.
While I am standing on my shoulders - waiting, Guruji goes to each and everyone of them and helps them lift off, watches them rock back and forth and eventually land back on the ground. How that must break his heart, I don’t even want to imagine. How that almost breaks my back, can only be truly captured on a video blog.
I know they are all nice and harmless aunties spicing it up with yoga and all that, but really!!!! If you live in India and ever feel like yoga-ing, which is the greatest way to relax and exercise, just make sure you never go for the 10 a.m. classes. I mostly walk out stressed, feeling - some day (surely one day), I am going to become like them.

Okay, so I tried finding out who invented the tubelight. The thing sucks so bad no body wants to claim its invention it seems. Or everyone tried to better it so there are too many inventors listed online. Some Heinrich Geissler started it all in 1856. But really, Edison rocks all the way!