My Yogic Ride

My Yogic ride starts with my Guru whose house l stepped in and never looked back to get off this ride. In our real world we take a ride, stop, get off, change directions, take another route to reach our destination. But my yogic ride has no such relation with the real world, its just experiencing the spiritual world in the real world. This ride like any other ride has been topsy-turvy but with no destination as its endless… its a growth, a progress each day by the determination and dedication of my Guru and myself.

It all started with when l lost my Dear ones too early in life and went into severe depression and anxiety who knows/ knew what was stored in for me. I stopped cooking, doing my daily chores, The only two things which l enjoyed the most was Eating and sleeping without fail! There you go, with addition of health issues l found myself in a maze which l had created unknowingly or unconsciously. Listening to elders' advice, going for walks, meditation, living for your kids and family, working what you are passionate about yielded fruits but only temporarily. I became tuned or a robot to do as told. l lost myself in this maze without even realizing I was in one. Physical, mental and emotional health deteriorated to such an extent that l stopped being myself and had to be on medication for life. It's not that l didn't know what was happening but didn't want to face it or  accept it and move on.

Then comes at this point my Yogic Guru who held my hand and has never left till now. Its like Steve jobs coming to India to meet his Guru, we all are destined to meet each of our Gurus. l met Deeps two years back with so much patience, unconditional giving, dedication that l never wanted to let go off this giving. The calmness, her purity, her grace, her determination, her " Never ever give up" attitude touched me like waves touching the shore.

That was the transformation phase which I was seeking but had no clue how to get out of the maze. Yogic ride with Deepa has been full of fun, joy, laughter, happiness, her witty jokes, her cakes, her morning tea on the rooftop, her instructions with a firm voice, her coming closer to check my pose , my breath as if " I'm so bad in Maths " and now l shall be dragged out instead to my surprise it was drawing closer to myself to find out my way out of the maze. She made me realize through Yoga that its not the Wizard of OZ nor the magic of the witches that will give me my power. Its my own readiness to engage the power within myself. I became Empowered. l practised yoga with all the trust, confidence in my Guru and surrendering myself wholly. The yogic web started weaving and l started looking for ways to get out of my maze .

So the little Miss Muffet

Who sat on a Tuffet

Sad and gloomy

There came My Guru

Who sat down beside me

And empowered Miss Muffet

Miss Muffet started cooking, cleaning and most importantly laughing at her anxieties which l still have but knows how to be a Jerry to get away from this Tom now.