Dear non-Hungarian speaking friends,
after being pushed to write sth in a more “accepted and comprehensible” language here we go. However, I have to admit, the eloquency fails me so you need your own imagination to colour the adventures a bit more than just my mere words.
Being back to India started with the most unexpected surprise, the new Mumbai airport terminal building with the eternal walks around “artifacts” depicting treasures of the Indian heritage. We seriouly questioned our own sanity after long waits, delays and a Turkish flight…landing in some kind of a fairyland. State of the art arrival hall, latest technology where tourists were rubbing their eyes to perceive it all. I needed to test the toilets as well – spotless I have to say!
The rest was usual, Sandy’s pick up, usual sights of millions of people, goats, cars, rikshaws – and we felt at home. Back again in incredible India.
This time I’m travelling with two of my best “Hun yoga friends” from home, Monika and Laszlo while Kevin is defending the fortress at home.
Everything was seemless and smooth both at apartment and RIMYI, familiar faces emerging from vehicles, on pavements, at Institute. I love the international buzz around here, sweet friends from different parts, all being on the same platform of taking the time out studying and leaving our wordly lives behind as much as we can.
The practice room still has a special vibe, so has the community, and finally Geeta arrived to teach us on Saturday. She was different. Her energy was different. She took many people to demonstrate things, talked about teaching, observing, levels in the asanas, the sacrifice of Guruji and her dedicating their lives to teaching and how much suffering it brought to both of them. That the new generation won’t do that. And it’s probably not necessary either. She was most touching, carrying the responsibility of being the “mother” of it all or so it felt. My story in that class was in Virabhadrasana 1. Legs spread, arms up, explaining how to spread the distance if the abdomen hangs or the sacrum is out and then bend the front knee she said. I took a quiet sigh, dropped my faith thinking how difficult it is for me. She caught it right away. It was just a flicker of a moment and she was right there. “Don’t look down, why are you looking down? Could you see how the arms dropped, how the chest dropped?” A while later again she looked at me referring back to it: “don’t you see how these minor details make a difference?” I smiled and nodded and learned and admired feeling humble to appreciate her genious being, her giving, her teaching. What a privilage to be here! Again:)