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There’s a million destinations and this is one


This video was blogged about by a fellow yogi-blogger whom I had been following recently. And I have to say, watching it was not only a joy but it became a true highlight of my very long, and very challenging Monday. This was such a breath of fresh air at the end of a long 14 hour day at work. And what a relief it is too.

Tell me that you did not tear up as you watch the transformation in this man, and his sheer determination to walk and run again, all through yoga. I would have to say though, there were parts which I wasn’t sure I would be capable of doing myself had I been in his shoes – those headstands that ended up crashing into the cupboards behind him didn’t look too fun, neither did it looked anything too safe. But he defied all that and found himself capable of walking unassisted and running at the end of 10 months.

What an inspiration this guy must have been to so many others, but to me this video spoke volumes on a number of things the obvious one being the many benefits that one can experience from consistent practice of yoga. Then there is persistence, and absolute faith in yourself that no amount of toppling over from an inverted triangle, crashing over backwards from a supported headstand gone wrong, or even losing balance from the various warrior positions could deter you from trying again, and getting better with it over time.

The message here is crystal clear,  when you believe in yourself, magic happens. It happens not because of some cosmic blessing, but simply because there is complete and absolute belief that you can achieve whatever you set your mind to. There are a million destinations you can arrive at in life. And a million more made possible if only we see past our own doubts and fears. A quote by Ambrose Redmoon that was repeatedly used throughout Srinivasan Pillay in his book on fear and its function in molding the human brain quickly became one of my favorites too – “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear”

I have been practicing yoga irregularly for the last 5 years or so, of which time I have never gone past the fear of breaking my neck (then again who does?). Which really means any poses that require me to be in an inverted position is something that I have been able to avoid with much success. I know this won’t be possible when I begin my teacher’s training course in September. I know most definitely lots of handstands and headstands and ploughs will be in the horizon. Watching this guy crash over backwards while he is upside down taught me that..heck, if he can eventually manage an unsupported headstand, who is to say that I can’t too?

There’s a million constellations and this is one
There’s a million destinations and this is one
There’s a million ways to show your hand
There’s a million ways to prove yourself –
Kaiser Chiefs (Listen to Your Head)


How old is your soul?


Children grow up believing in things that transcends the reality we live in. In Santa, fairies, unicorns, elves and angels. And even if the latter may raise debates (though I believe that angels really do exist) somewhere along those years, these beliefs somehow disappear. Perhaps from repeated disappointment, or maybe from the simple error of believing that other people knows best.

I think we are all equipped with our own intelligence, and it is sometimes the trust that we lack in ourselves which brings us to make choices that entails less risk but equally less than desirable outcomes.

Why do people stop believing in angels? or Santa Clause?

Or Love? or the possibility of being able to love and be loved in precisely the exact way they have always wanted?

Perhaps the safer route is indeed the smarter route. The path of least resistance that quiets the nasty uncertainties about the future, and our own capability to overcome these. Contrary to what many seem to say, it is not hard to let go of your desires, those desires that fuels you at the very thought of it (whether that be a passion, a dream job, an object of desire or even a person), it is in fact easier. Because the path to attaining those desires is often characterized with a boulder-sized of uncertainties and possibilities of disappointments making it far more easier to opt out, and adopt the status quo. It is that much easier to come up with a list of excuses of why it will not work than to truly confront your heart’s desires even if the effort required is equal both ways.

But then, where is the fun and adventure if we always opt for the safety of what we know? And how do we begin to even try to remain young at heart, if at every time the road ahead of us forks into two, we choose the less bumpy road without ever knowing that the end of which could be attaining something less than what we really deserve?

We’ve got a lot to learn, god knows we are worth it – Jason Mraz

The language of the world


A week in Italy made me realize there are certain things about the human life that is common across the world, irrespective of culture, skin colour, religion or where you come from. It’s like the world speaks to you in its own universal language through human behavior.

M. Scott Peck in A Road Less Travelled began the first chapter of his book admitting that “Life is hard”. True that our life’s struggles come in many form and shape but in Rome, I learnt that these challenges are more often the same no matter where you live.

On the third day of our trip, I caught up with a colleague whom I met at training in Chicago last year. We were brought to a trendy, recently-launched lounge which operates a health spa during the day where I met his tall gorgeous redhead of a girlfriend and a handful of his other friends. We got down to talking about everything that makes Italy home to them. A group of twenty-something commiserating over getting life into momentum in a mix of English, Italian and a lot of expressive hand gestures. For a while, they were bantering in Italian to what seemed like a heated debate. I got another one of the girls to help translate for me and it appeared they were discussing about ‘love’ issues. I guessed it must have been one of the girls complaining that her other half had forgotten to take out the trash that weekend.

Once the conversation turned to English, we eventually gathered that one of the girls hated her job but the money from it affords her to pay her half of the mortgage of their recently bought apartment. The infamous question of “should I stay in this mundane job and keep earning the bucks or should I risk it and pursue my passion?” was raised.

Doesn’t that sound absolutely familiar?

I don’t know about you, but it definitely does to me. As the conversation developed, I got the impression that a majority of the working class young adults in Rome do not have it easy in their initial years setting up a nest of their own. And by that I mean moving out, starting a career, long-term relationships, marriage and kids. At one point, their wide-eyed look felt more like eyes that were about to pop and roll on the floor towards the DJ and his turntable when we told them the price of petrol per litre that we, normal working class Malaysian citizens pay.

For a while now, my itchy feet has been longing for me to move out of the country and earn a living elsewhere. That night I realized, there are a LOT of things to be thankful for by remaining in my home country – government petrol subsidy being on those things.

Reading poetry into the sunset

And then there is love. Whether you are down South in Australia, or the on the China Silk Road, or up north in an unfamiliar European country, the language of love is immediately understood. The photo above was taken in Piazza del Campidoglio, where an Italian couple were sitting together at dusk reading each other poetry.

Massimo, who were one of the friends we made in that lounge that night told us the story of how he met his current wife, this beautiful lithe blonde next to him. A quick private snicker was shared between the two when asked how they had met, before he turned to me and asked “Are you sure you really want to know how we met?”.

I always enjoy listening to stories of how two people met. Theirs by far, is one of the most hilarious and wonderful ones I have heard thus far. For the next 1 hour, we learnt that they had met years ago on a movie set (how surreal!) and shared their first kiss on the screen because they were directed to do so. A few years of break between the two as each went their separate ways, they met again but each were now engaged to different people. It made me realize that life, really has a way of leading you through it with some crazy twists and turns. Today, they have been happily married for a year and a half and they speak of each other with that comical sense of fondness that kept us laughing throughout the night.

I saw a lot of things, tasted many delicious food and drink, felt a range of emotions from intrigued to complete exhaustion (which could only happen if you have been on your feet for a full 12 hours, walking, climbing up and down many hills, getting on and off trains and buses over a number of days) while in Italy. Many more entries (and photos!) to follow on my perspective of this trip soon 🙂