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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

A Curry and some Yoga

I made a curry today which is much less impressive than it sounds since I just bought a packet of ready-mixed spices and then added some pieces of chicken. BUT, I did get to chuck in a few dollops of the most domestic and fashionable of all ingredients...creme fraiche. Look at me with my tub of left-over creme fraiche in the fridge, I'm such a grown-up. Also, whilst cooking I opened as many of the windows as I could in the hopes of avoiding all those knowing looks people exchange around you when you go out after having eaten a large quantity of Indian food and are wafting stale saffron and tandoori-smell about the room, in manner similar to my college Chem lab professor. I thought I had succeeded but as soon as I let myself into the building, I could smell it straight away even though my apartment is on the second floor.

The evening proceeded in a similarly eastern fashion as I then went to a super-wierd yoga class. I had pictured me becoming flexible and bendy. This class, though, wasn't so much down-ward dog as lots of lying on one's back breathing deeply, vigorous rubbing of one's stomach and intestines (the Puritan in me was mortified, and talk of chakras (more Puritanical chagrin). We laid down on our backs for 90% of the time. I think I fell asleep at one point. No, I know I fell asleep. We were all lying down, wrapped up in the blankets that we had been using to work on, and we were just laying there still as she talked about picturing our insides or something and I was centering my energy somewhere in my diaphragm, but then the next thing I knew she was moving onto sitting up already. It's okay, I don't think I was the only one, and at least I wasn't the lady who farted really loudly in the middle of one of the breathing exercises. La pauvre.

Later, I had to rub the back and legs of the lady next to me while she rubbed me. (Luckily not the one who farted, I think.)

Yeah, it was just strange and not what I expected. Although the first class was free, I have to pay for the rest. Which puts me in a bind because I don't think I really want to do it again but the instructrice was really very kind and attentive. She knew I was foreign and seemed excited to have me and was keen that I got right the few moves that we did. Eh bien, on verra. But maybe I will just stick to swimming laps.

Okay, I have to make name cards now that my class can stick to their foreheads and then miraculously learn English, somehow. That's the game I have planned, don't mock it.

3 comments :

Nate said...
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Nate said...

You know, I must say the random foreign phrases thrown in there get me all off-guard. There's no italics, or any forewarning that what I'm about to read will not be in English.

Other than that, your Yoga class was much better than the one I had to take. Bikram Yoga--awful! They turn the heat up to over 400 degrees and make you sweat out all the bad energy, while contorting yourself into crazy positions. They say you feel amazing afterward, though I felt anything but. Speaking of butts, I'd much rather rub flatulent ladies' legs than do Bikram Yoga.

Lastly, the other comment I deleted, because it wasn't ready to see the light of day.

Pekka & Halle said...

Joga, I took some in my drama class.. we were on our bellies on the cold floor and the instruction rang through the "studio" as follows: "Now raise your butt into the air and breath through your anus"
Needless to say I didn't take the joga 102...ever..

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