There are no frills like most of the yoga studios I've been to in the US. Just a few scratchy wool blankets and the sound of the parakeets flying overhead. There's none of the usual silence and reverie, instead everyone seems to laugh, chat and giggle as we move through our routine. All the instructions are called out in Hindi, until I do something wrong and then someone will call out in English "no, no...slowly your hands must touch the floor," or whatever correction is needed.
This morning I spotted movement on one of the walls and looked up to see a large peacock strutting around in its full glory....as we began to chant "Ommmm" the peacock joined in with a few loud "caws" of his own before wandering away with a swish of his tail.
There is one practice that differs widely from any yoga class I've taken in the US. That's the burping. Actually it's not just burping, but a continuous symphony of bodily noises. Belches, farts, caughs and burps are all there. I can't quite figure out if this is a mandatory part of the class, but I'm still working on mastering this technique.
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