Pranayama

Yoga is a important part of my life since a long time but last year I decided to pursue it more seriously. It brought enormous changes in my life. These changes are more mental than physical. Every aspect of yoga is powerful but I am a big fan of Pranayama. It is the most underrated part of yoga in today’s world. Mostly people relate yoga to physical exercises that helps in weight loss which I personally consider as a insult to this “Great Indian ancient philosophy of India.” Most people concentrate on asana part but forget about pranayama.

What is Pranayama?

Pranayama can be segregate into two words “Prana” and “yama”. Prana is a vital life force (it is different from breath) and yama means to control/regulate or ayama can be defined as extension. So pranayam can be defined as regulating our prana.

It is necessary to understand our breathing pattern. What is count of your breath per minute?

Yogis believes that one who breathe slowly lives longer like tortoise, it takes 4 breaths/minute. When you extend your breath retention part automatically come into the picture.

As per Patanjali yoga sutra 2.49

तस्मिन् सति श्वासप्रश्वासयोर्गतिविच्छेदः प्राणायामः ।।

Once someone get the grip of asanas then only one can perform pranayam. Our breathing should be gentle slow and fully controlled.

Pranayama consist of 3 stages/phases:

1. Inhalation or Purak

2. Exhalation or rechak

3. Retention or Kumbhak

Surprisingly, the word “Kumbhaka” is used as a synonym of pranayama in many ancient text of yoga like “Hatha Yoga Pradipika” or “Gherand Samhita”.

Kumbhaka originate from word “Kumbh” which means “pot” or “vessel”. If we consider our body as vessel and prana as a water. So we are trying to retain our prana inside body by holding the breath. The retention of breath is considered is very important part of pranayama but it is not easy and come with the practice.

Hatha Yoga Pradipika talks about “Astha kumbhaka” means 8 Kumbhaka.

अथ कुम्भक-भेदाः
सूर्य-भेदनमुज्जायी सीत्कारी शीतली तथा |
भस्त्रिका भरामरी मूर्छ्छा पलाविनीत्यष्ह्ट-कुम्भकाः ||

It means there are 8 kinds of kumbhaka (pranayama). They are :

Sûrya Bhedan, Ujjâyî, Sîtkarî, Sîtalî, Bhastrikâ, Bhrâmarî, Mûrchhâ, and Plâvinî.

Many of these pranayama do not require retention of breath (atleast one can start without retention in the beginning).

Inspiration

“In the early nineteenth century, a young man in London aspired to be a writer. But everything seemed to be against him. He had never been able to attend school more than four years. His father had been flung in jail because he couldn’t pay his debts, and this young man often knew the pangs of hunger. Finally, he got a job pasting labels on bottles of blacking in a rat-infested warehouse, and he slept night in a dismal attic room with two other boys-guttersnipes from the slums of London. He had so little confidence in his ability to write that he sneaked out and mailed his first manuscript in the dead of night so nobody would laugh at him. Story after story was refused. Finally the great day came when one was accepted. True, he wasn’t paid a shilling for it, but one editor had praised him. One editor had given him recognition. He was so thrilled that he wandered aimlessly around the streets with tears rolling down his cheeks. The praise, the recognition, that he received through getting one story in print, changed his whole life, for if it hadn’t been for that encouragement, he might have spent his entire life working in rat- infested factories. You may have heard of that boy. His name was Charles Dickens.”

These lines from a book are very inspiring. I couldn’t resist myself from sharing them.

Escapade

I was walking alone. Innumerous flowers were there. Water droplets were sparkling on the flower petals. Dulcet bird chirps in the background. The Sun was lurking behind the clouds. I saw a river flowing nearby. An iridescent fish was swimming peacefully. I continued to stare at the river. After a while a clown fish joined her and then few more fishes came afterwards. Suddenly I felt a wave of panic among them. Next moment a big shark barged in and ate all of them.

I heard car honking and wake up in sweat. It was my alarm.

Are you listening?

Copyright Trish Nankeville

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Missing

She shivered at the thought of losing him but gradually the chances of her husband’s returning is getting less with each passing day.

Her eyes was closed and she was completely engrossed in prayer but the pain was not reducing. She was fighting through a torrent of tears. It is hard to understand what is more traumatic, the grief itself or clamouring of people around her.

It doesn’t seems like her husband is missing from 8 months. Still looks gorgeous.

People got the gossip fodder. Few of them expressed the shallow words of sympathy and others think she is available.

Copyright Lisa fox

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Manchurian

The glorious moon was shining in the sky. Cool breeze was swaying her hair. It was a delightfully romantic evening.

“Do you know Manchuria was used as a base to invade rest of China by Japanese during WW-II?”

“Why you are talking about WW-II on a date?”

“Since we are eating manchurian.”

“So?”

“This dish is invented by a person belongs to Manchuria ergo it’s called Manchurian. Although this dish considered as chinese it is invented in India.”

“Thank you for the information.”

“Don’t worry. You will be never bored in my company.”

She rolled her eyes. Only waiter noticed.

Copyright Brenda Fox

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He whom I enclose with

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Geetanjali (29), Ravindranath Tagore

Tortoise

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Tortoise was taking a little walk on the pebbles. I was contemplating while peeping from the window. Lord has not bequeath him with mesmerising beauty but still people admire his uniqueness. He have languid aura and slow pace. Fables always portray him wise and serene. Like we got our octogenarian to guide us, animals trust his sagacity.

Only animal I like to keep as a pet. He will not interfere in my life, I will not disturb him. A perfect relationship! Once in a while he will guide me to slow down and be calm.

Inner peace..

Tortoise enjoying walk

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Gitanjali#23

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on the journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair.

I have no sleep to-night. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend!

I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path!

By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?

~ Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

Calories

Random chat between two squirrels

“That Shirley..”

“Which one who lives in mango tree or banyan tree?”

“You think I am crazy enough to go inside that banyan tree. Didn’t you heard the rumours  about vengeful spectre on it? I was talking about Shirley who lives in mango tree (MA-8). She hosted a party last night. Although my dietitian strictly said “no nuts, only salad” I have gone crazy and end up eating lot of nuts. Now I have to take 20 rounds of this tree.”

“We brought up eating nuts now your dietitian is saying no to it.”

Calories

Copyright Roger Bultot

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Gitanjali #8

The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.

In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.

Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

This beautiful and meaningful poem was created by Rabindranath Tagore