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Freedom is…

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Amnesty International turned 50 recently and as part of this celebration, 50 artistes collaborated to produce “A Toast To Freedom”. Even Ewan McGregor was part of this effort, although I was watching intently while the video was playing and wondering at which part exactly he sang his solo.

This song got me thinking. What is freedom? Does it simply mean to roam the world as you wish, and be as you wish? Or is it something more complex beyond that?

Politics is one subject that I try to avoid as best as I can when it comes to this blog. Mostly because I do not know enough to provide an educated opinion on it, and it would not be fair to portray an opinion based on half-baked facts. Last weekend however, saw the gathering of thousands of Malaysian in Kuala Lumpur to stage a peaceful rally demanding a clean, and fair elections.

What began as a peaceful showcase of a group of people trying to get their message across, escalated into a mass violence.

Freedom comes in many forms and shapes, and surely demanding a clean and fair election through a peaceful rally would qualify as one. But at what price does one have to pay in order to obtain it?

So what does freedom mean to you?

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“Every new beginning, comes from some other beginning’s end”

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My 6 weeks is up!!

For those who have no idea what I’m referring to, about 7 weeks ago I had gone to see an orthopedic for a pain in my wrist that has been nagging me since I started intensifying my yoga practice from a gentle once-a-week practice to an aggressive thrice-weekly mix of Ashtanga, Iyengar and Yin Yoga.

All because, it became a sudden goal for me to be able to do a forward bend, with both of my palms placed flat on the floor. There are no shortcuts to getting flexible, unlike those “cheat” slimming houses that claim to massage and melt away your fat so you will come out with a Coke bottle figure. Needless to say, my enthusiasm got me in a little bit of trouble which led to my very kind doctor drawing me a skeleton of a human hand, with all the bones included and explaining to me that although the injury is quite minor, I would still have to stay off my yoga mat for 6 whole weeks.

“6 whole weeks?!” I remembered saying to him, with an incredulous look like he just told me there is no such thing as Yoga.

“A broken bone takes 42 weeks to heal” he replied, with a snicker and a wag of his finger.

Mmm ok. I guess I can’t argue with that.

So finally, the 6 weeks recovery period ended last weekend and although I can’t say the ache is completely gone, it is definitely better. Coincidentally, a couple of friends invited me along for an impromptu road trip to Malacca and Port Dickson. Malacca for the food, PD for the beach and water chalet. And what an awesome weekend it was spent amongst close friends.

Of course my overly excited question of “who wants to wake up with me tomorrow morning and watch the sunrise and do sun salutations together?” was met with a long silence, and that does not take by surprise at all. I ended up sleeping through it anyway, but I was the still the first to have woken up on Sunday morning.

The view from my mat

We had a balcony that overlooks into the sea, and it served as the perfect setting for me to ease my way back into my poses. So while the rest of my friends were fast asleep, I twisted, turned, and said hello to the Sunday sun with my sun salutations.

I cannot imagine a better way to welcome back Yoga into my weekly routine 🙂

Every new beginning, comes from some other beginning's end - Semisonic