Rang Barse!

 

It’s that time of the year in India when the sap rises, all of nature bursts into bloom and becomes a riot of colour. Spring is in the air, infusing everything with new life, new energy. How can humans remain untouched by the magic in the air? Not to be outdone, Indians celebrate the festival of Holi in spring, throwing coloured powder, called abeer or gulal and drenching each other with coloured water filled in pichkaaris. Men, women and children, particularly in the north of the country, replicate nature with joyous abandon, drinking bhang (made by crushing the leaves and buds of the Cannabis plant) that can elevate the spirit within a few moments of drinking and then teasing, provoking each other with songs, pranks and couplets, ending in bura na maano, Holi hai!   

The festival has ancient associations with the quintessential lovers, Radha and Krishna having played Holi in Vrindavan with their cowherd friends, soaking each other in colour and reveling in expressing their feelings for each other  -- all of which makes it the most-depicted festival in Hindi films.

This year, for our Holi blogpost we thought we would just list our favourite Holi songs from the movies.  Somewhere along the way, we decided to include songs of euphoria and celebration, a folksy earthiness and a joyful beat, that simply make us rise to our feet and start dancing…with or without the colour.  So here goes….

The number one on our list just has to be this one from “Aap ki Kasam.” No prizes for guessing the song. With the crackling chemistry between Mumtaz and Rajesh Khanna, it’s a song that just induces a certain floatiness, a masti in the listeners whenever it’s played.  Jai Baba Shiv Shankar …..ki jai!

 

My sincere apologies if you don’t like Dilip Kumar, but these two songs from Ganga Jamuna and Sangharsh are path-breaking songs in the genre that we are talking about. I cannot think of not including them in a list of this kind. They just wind themselves about your feet and you wish they would never stop. Those lyrics in chaste Awadhi spoken in eastern UP, that sweetness of expression, that innate rustic goodness of the gaaon ka chhora….I don’t know about you, but they always leave me asking for more.  Still haven’t guessed which songs I am talking about?

 

Another very folksy song from Teesri Kasam, the story of which revolved around an actress in a nautanki company.  The melody was recently remixed for a holi song in Badrinath ki Dulhaniya. Take your pick. (A footnote: Wikipedia assures me that any resemblance between Krishan Dhawan in the first and Varun Dhawan in the next is purely coincidental. They are not related in any way. After seeing the visuals, I found it really hard to believe…but then Wikipedia ki kasam)

  

 

This is a true blue holi song from Navrang, a film based on the performing arts in the background of India’s freedom struggle.  A rajkavi (court poet, played by Mahipal) of a king in a small state has been commissioned with the task of writing a special Holi song. He struggles for inspiration, finally imagining his wife (the legendary actress Sandhya) as one of Krishna’s cohorts in Vrindavan.  He has the entire court getting to its feet when he sings it in the presence of the king. The song reverberates with spirit of holi and Sandhya’s histrionics as the poet’s muse.

 

 

How could I not play this song? Again, it has nothing whatsoever to do with Holi, except for the bhang connect and the floaty spirit it evokes. But this song was a raging superhit when the film was released, with our own chhora Ganga kinarewala and his dehati dance moves cramping Zeenat Aman’s style. Some years later, both the movie and the song spawned a sequel with Shahrukh and Priyanka trying their level best to dance in high heels, but they didn’t quite manage to recapture the magic of the original.

 

 

This one is the immortal filmi holi song without which Holi cannot happen anywhere in India, or even abroad for that matter, wherever people celebrate the festival. Again, it a folk song and its filmi version creditably retained the spirit, but I always feel the reel-life love triangle vibes (echoing the rumoured real-life love triangle) overpowered the song in the end.  Absolutely no prizes (not even a free pichkaari), for guessing this one.

 

Several years later, when the chhora Ganga kinarewala of our generation began playing father roles, there was a holi song in one of them (Baghbaan) which I love because of the way it mentions  raghubeera playing Holi (rather a rare mention of the prince of Ayodhya ever having fun in his life).  Another plus point of the song was our very own Dream Girl who looked charming as always, not to mention two hardcore villains being made to actually sing a holi song and dance to it on the screen.

 

 

I thought of winding up this post with two of Shahrukh Khan’s songs…..first his infamous holi song from “Darr” where you see him conveying burning lust, jealousy, envy wordlessly, even through the layers of colour smeared on his face, and to the beat of the dhol.

 

 

To conclude, I chose my favourite SRK song from “Raees.” Again nothing to do with Holi per se, but lot of celebratory, feel-good vibes, complete with a folksy song on kite-flying, which plays a big part in many Indian festivals, the kajal in his eyes, a naughty wink and a delicious flash of the famous SRK dimples on screen.

 

I know, I know there are hundreds of songs that are missing from this list….but they are for you to mention in the comments section below! So bura na maano Holi hai…….Here’s leftrightthodasacenter.blogspot.com wishing all of our readers a Happy Holi. Even if Covid has made sure you’re just stuck at home watching filmi songs and Barsaane ki lathmaar Holi on TV.

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What is Heaven?

 

Recently I ran into some friends I had not met since the lockdown, and together, we were looking back upon the year that was. Suddenly, out of the blue, I was reminded of Lakshmi -- my house help, who left for her hometown when her husband lost his job during the lockdown. She hasn’t returned yet.  I often catch myself wondering how she is doing -- in fact, I'd written about her last year too.  You can find that post here.

I remembered a certain conversation we'd had, when the lockdown had just begun. One day, I was typing a letter of apology to a teacher who my son had been rude to in his online class.  I kept typing and deleting repeatedly, not being able to decide on the right words that would convince the teacher of my sincerity. The doorbell rang.  I opened the door to let Lakshmi in.  She came in, smiling at my preoccupied look. “Busy?”  “Oh, don’t ask…I'm in heaven,” I said disgustedly. “You must be on the computer,” she grinned.  “Some tea?”

 

She came with the tea, a bit later. “You know, didi (sister) there are four kinds of heaven,” she said without preamble. “And, which are they?” I said partly, to distract myself, because I was just unable to frame the letter, and partly because, from her reflective tone, I could guess she'd been thinking about something. 

 

She took a sip from her cup.  “Pehla swarg hai nirogi kaya (Heaven is when you have a healthy body).  Isn’t it a bit like heaven when you have a body that allows you to do what you want? I want to die before I get to be my grandmother’s age and have to be carried everywhere.”

 

She looked into the distance, dabbing her forehead with the end of her sari. “Phir swarg hai thodi si maya (Next, heaven is when you have just enough illusion, ie worldly possessions) some money, some love, not too much attachment to things you own…if a toy breaks, you shouldn’t go to pieces over it.” Wow….talk of daily, living, breathing detachment, I thought to myself. 

 

She knew she had my undivided attention.  “Teesra swarg hai putra aagyakaari, (The third kind of heaven is having an obedient son/children that obey you)” she went on. “If you have obedient offspring consider that you are in heaven.  Obedient children are capable of showing you heaven.” I glanced at the unfinished mail on the screen and laughed out aloud. “Now you are talking,” I said, explaining to her what I'd been busy with before she came. “See? I was right!” she giggled.  

 

“Aur chautha (And the fourth one?)” I egged her on, now quite involved in the conversation, and wondering what she would come up with next.  “Chautha swarg hai patiprem ki phulwaari (The fourth kind of heaven is the garden of your husband’s love)”. “What are the flowers of this garden?” I grinned. “Oh, anything…. any small signs of affection that your husband shows you, for eg, his smile when you offer him a glass of water.”  

“If we switch gender, what would heaven be for your husband?”  I questioned playfully. “Oh, for him it would be “pativrata naari (the devoted wife),” she said instantly. “If I offer him a glass of water, seeing how tired he is when he comes back home from work, he should feel as if it is amrit (nectar).” She got up to begin mopping the floor.

 

“Swarg koi aane jaane ki cheez thodi hai, didi….yeh to pheel karne ki cheez hai.” (Heaven isn’t a place that we come from or go to when we die, sister.... it’s something that we feel or experience as we live.) She said matter of factly, beginning her daily routine.

 

“Hmm…..” I just nodded, marvelling at the common sense, and unable to find a single thing to dispute in what she’d said.

 

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Shashi Kapoor: The Eternal Prince Charming

To me, he will always personify good looks and charm. They say charm is something you either have or you don’t – it can’t be cultivated. He had oodles of it – both charm and good looks, and given his bloodline, he was born a star.

  

Born to Prithviraj Kapoor and Ramsarni Devi on this day in 1938, Balbir Raj Kapoor (his real name), inherited theatre and an inborn talent for all things stage. His father was a pioneering stalwart of the Indian stage and Hindi films, who owned a travelling theatre company, Prithvi Theatres that he founded in 1944.  He had three sons and three daughters. Shashi was the youngest of his three sons, the two elder ones being Raj and Shammi Kapoor.  There was a lot of age difference between Raj Kapoor and Shashi and the latter was literally the baby of the family.

The boys with ma and papa 

Shashi was already appearing on stage from the time he was four. In the 1940s, he faced the camera as a child artist in 4 films. In three of these, (Aag, Awaara and Sangam) he played his older brother Raj Kapoor in childhood and in one, titled “Sangram,” he played the young Ashok Kumar. 

As a child artist in Awaara

By 1956, when he was 18, he was both actor and an assistant stage manager for his father’s Prithvi Theatre.  When you are a Kapoor, you practically live and breathe the stage. That year, they were performing in Kolkata (then Calcutta), alongside “Shakespearana,” a British travelling theatre company, owned by Geoffrey Kendal. According to his eldest son Kunal Kapoor, “Dad peeped from behind the curtains to gauge the crowd when his glance fell on Mum”, Geoffrey Kendal’s elder daughter, Jennifer Kendal, sitting in the audience.  

 

Shashi with Jennifer

                                                          

Cupid struck. Shashi made enquiries and found out, much to his pleasant surprise, that she was his counterpart for Shakespearana, playing the lead and being stage manager for her father.  He lost no time in getting introduced. They began courting and in 1958, they married in an Indian-style wedding with many misgivings on the part of both their families.  

The family: Kunal (far right) Sanjana (centre) and Karan (right)

                                            

Despite her being the first foreign daughter-in-law in the family and five years his senior, the marriage endured until her death from cancer in 1984.  They had three children together, two sons, Kunal and Karan and a daughter, Sanjana. He was heart-broken when she passed away, going into a depression that he never quite recovered from.

 

She proved to be his inspiration and no doubt, we owe a lot to her for Shashi becoming a collaborator with Merchant-Ivory Productions (The Householder, Shakespeare Wallah, Bombay Talkie, Heat and Dust, Sammy and Rosie Get Laid, A Matter of Innocence, and Side Streets) and putting India on the map of international cinema.  He was the first Indian actor to work extensively in British and Hollywood films. In 1988, he acted opposite Pierce Brosnan in The Deceivers and even played a role in the TV series based on Gulliver’s Travels.  

With Hayley Mills in A Matter of Innocence

                                             

With sis-in-law Felicity in Shakespearewallah

                                    

With Leela Naidu in The Householder 

                                                  

At the 90^th Oscar Awards held in 2018, Hollywood paid tribute to Shashi Kapoor in the Memoriam montage reserved for artists that the film industry has lost the previous year.   

 

In Memoriam: Hollywood pays tribute to Shashi 

In mainstream Hindi films, Shashi debuted as a leading man in Yash Chopra’s 1961 film, Dharmaputra, and as they say there was no looking back. He reigned the box-office right through to the 80s with several hits up his sleeve such as, Jab Jab Phool Khile, Sharmilee, Janwar aur Insaan, Waqt, Aamne Saamne, Abhinetri,  Kanyadaan, Pyaar ka Mausam, Chori Mera Kaam, Chor Machaye Shor, Aa Gale Lag Jaa, Suhag, Aap Beeti, Shaan, Do aur Do Paanch, Satyam Shivam Sundaram, Trishul, Kabhi Kabhi, Basera, Fakira, Deewar, Namak Halal, Silsila to name just a handful.

Mere paas ma hai: Iconic scene in Deewar

Jab tak ek bhai bol raha hai, tab
tak ek bhai bol raha hai: Also from Deewar

His co-star, Shabana Azmi, one of India’s leading film actors of global renown, puts in words the ardent admiration he inspired amongst his female fans. “I must have been in my early 20s, just out of the FTII and hoping to make it big in films. Shashiji was already an established star of several years standing and the reigning heart-throb. One day, Zarina and I (Zarina Wahab, her classmate from the FTII and close friend, later a leading Hindi movie star of the 70s and 80s) were just chilling out at home, when the doorbell rang. I answered and who should it be but Shashi Kapoor, standing at the doorstep. The blood just froze in my veins,” she recalls. On seeing her reaction, Shashi flashed his famous smile and asked her if her father (the great poet, Kaifi Azmi who also wrote lyrics for films) was at home. He had to repeat the question several times for it to make sense to Shabana. Somehow she collected her wits enough to ask him inside, and then it was Zarina’s turn to gawk helplessly and get tongue-tied. Shashi graciously made some small talk, of which the shell-shocked girls have no memory whatsoever.  There was a covered glass of water on the table from which he politely took a sip. He left five minutes later, promising to call Kaifi saab later. Hardly was he out of the front door when both Zarina and she made a wild lunge for the glass of water he had left behind on the table. Zarina beat her to it and gulped the water at one go. Neither of them spoke for the next five minutes, with Shabana just wordlessly staring at the chair he had sat on. And then when they found their tongues, they could speak of nothing but him for the next two days.  Such was his charm that the memory of the visit, 40 years later, is still enough to make both of them go weak in the knees.  “He was so gorgeous, so elegant.  And that smile………..you could have felled us with a feather,” she laughs.

 

She also encapsulates for us the mark he left on the Indian theatre and film industry as a whole.  Shashi Kapoor occupied the highest-paid actors slot throughout his stint at the top. “He is the only top filmstar who ploughed all the money he made, not into real estate or other money-spinning businesses either in India or abroad, but into films and the theatre.”  Even at the height of his career, he turned a producer. His banner “Filmvalas” produced such critically-acclaimed films as Junoon (Filmfare/National award for Best Feature Film), Kalyug (Filmfare award for Best Film of the Year); 36, Chowringhee Lane, Vijeta and Utsav. He won the National Best Actor award for New Delhi Times, and a special mention Jury award for his role in In Custody, not to mention the Dadasaheb Phalke Award and the Filmfare Lifetime Achievement Award.   

Behind the scenes: Shooting Kalyug

In a still from Junoon

 In New Delhi Times

Receiving the Dadasaheb Phalke Award

His leading ladies congratulate him on receiving the award

But perhaps, his greatest contribution to Indian performing arts has been the Prithvi Theatre that he constructed at the site of his parents’ old house in Juhu, Mumbai. Now 43 years old, it is perhaps the finest performing stages in India today, an iconic cultural landmark of the city.

The legendary Prithvi Theatre at Juhu

Posing outside the theatre

                                                     

His children, son Kunal and daughter, Sanjana have played a major role in keeping the theatre going through thick and thin.  Actors such as Vidya Balan and Varun Dhawan have attended workshops here in their formative years, and Zohra Sehgal, Anupam Kher, Pankaj Kapoor, and Annu Kapoor have performed here. Naseeruddin Shah regards performing here as ‘coming home.’ Anurag Kashyap even lived in one of the sheds behind for some time when he first came to Mumbai and had nowhere to go.

Zohra Sehgal with Prithviraj Kapoor in its travelling drama company days

                                            

Zohra Sehgal performing at the Prithvi Theatre in Juhu

Naseeruddin Shah performing at Prithvi

As Kunal says, "We stage around 550 performances a year, most of them loss-making propositions, but it's a family heirloom, a legacy, that both of us are immensely possessive and proud to carry forward. To us, it speaks of Mum and Dad, and what they stood for."

                                                                         

 Kunal and Sanjana Kapoor outside Prithvi

                                                                                        

And that is Shashi Kapoor, a living testament to the saying "Handsome is as handsome does."

How could we end this post without inserting videos of some of our favourite Shashi Kapoor songs?(Shabana is so right, his smile is irresistible!)

And here is the last word --

And the story goes on.................................

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How to be Meditative amidst Noise?

A few years ago, I decided to start meditating seriously. It'd been on my to-do list for years, but I kept waiting to find ‘time’ and then the ‘perfect’ time. One fine day, like many of my life’s epiphanies, I knew the ‘perfect’ time for meditation would actually be when the time was not so perfect - because that’s when I would need it the most.

I started with chanting that went pretty well, but meditation proved harder than I'd assumed. Every time I sat down and closed my eyes, I would be bombarded with incessant mind chatter. Sometimes, I ended up feeling more exhausted than rejuvenated! My body and mind had lost the ability to relax – they always expected some problem, some task, some responsibility. Thankfully, determination and focus saved the day. I tried and tested several things with diligence and found my way in the end.

Now, I hear many of my friends and acquaintances talk of meditation as ‘wishful thinking.’ They too either don't find time or can't stop the mind chatter even if they try. The point here is, do not try. Just as all other parts of the body continue to function naturally while meditating, so will the mind. The first step, as far as I’ve understood from my little experience, is to learn to slow down and be completely in the moment. Once this is achieved, the rest will follow - and so will the mind!

Here are a few tips to help you be meditative even amidst the noise of daily life. I’ve found these to be extremely helpful. Hope they help you too.

1.      Every morning when you wake up, take a moment to smile at the people next to you (even if they're sleeping) and say ‘thank you.’ Remember what the Buddha said - “Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” This thought may appear morbid, but it’s the truth – when you and your loved ones wake up to another new day, many others wouldn’t. Make it your motivation to be joyful and grateful.

 2.      Spend a minute with your morning cup of beverage standing out in the sun, simply feeling its warmth on your skin. If you can’t do this, spend a moment in the sun wiping your hair after your bath or just before getting into your vehicle. Sunlight is free happiness. Bask in it! Quoting the champion of light, Helen Keller, “Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”

3.      Use your senses to transform the mundane into magic! Daily chores tire/bore us because we tend to rush through them in our effort to get them over with. Here’s how you can turn them into meaningful experiences.

a.       While cooking, touch the vegetables and grains – feel their textures, line their shapes – the undulating bell peppers, the jagged bitter gourds, and the plump pumpkins. Observe how various tempering splutter differently – the taciturn ones hiss, the short-tempered ones crackle, the raging ones spit (Can you identify the ones I’m talking about?) Inhale the aromas wafting out of your pots. I especially love the zing of mustard oil that brings tears to my eyes (The Bong Connection); the fruity, juicy tang of lemon (popular choice); and the garden-freshness of home-grown herbs, especially coriander leaves, the baffling scent of whose seeds I can’t quite describe. Notice how the red of beetroot varies from the red of tomatoes; or the shades of purple of eggplants (my mom's never ever happy with the ones she gets outside Kolkata -- for her, there’s not enough green in the purple!) Listen to the sounds of chopping, slicing, grating, mixing. The perfect recipe for happiness anytime!

b.      While doing laundry, brush your fingers and cheeks against the fabric - silk, cotton, and linen; rough, smooth, and crisp. Smell their freshness after a wash. Watch how various lights reflect differently on them – sunlight glides on silk and fades into cotton; red light shines and reflects, white light blends in. Look closely at the colours. Let your gaze follow the patterns. Read a story there?

c.       If you do gardening, touch the barks, leaves, and flower petals gently. Feel the moisture on them, the softness, the stillness. Breathe in their fragrance. Hold the soil in your palms - grainy, wet, or plush – red, black, or brown. Walk on the grass bare footed for a couple of minutes. Ideally, we should be spending at least 5 minutes daily with nature. It keeps us grounded, in touch with our roots.

d.      Bibliophiles know how good bibliosmia feels! Many times, I’ve walked into a bookstore only for this. Those who've been to College Street in Kolkata or the Blossom Book House in Bangalore will know what I mean! So, keep doing more of this.

e.       When you sit down to eat, don’t gobble. Trust me - I’ve tried it and it doesn’t save time – only causes indigestion. Use your senses again and see if you can transform eating into an adventure as Mr. Hemingway does! “As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.” (A Moveable Feast)

 

These little time-outs don’t take time, yet they put us back in sync with our self, absorbed on the task at hand, and shutting the mind chatter. Fritz Perls is right in advising - “Lose your mind and come to your senses.”

     (My daughter imitating me :-))

4. In 24 hours, find just 1 minute to close your eyes and breathe. Yes, just breathe. And observe your breathing. It’s the fundamental activity of ‘life’ – yet how greatly we take it for granted! Do it at your desk, in your kitchen, in the shower, while walking, anytime! “Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”― K. A. Tucker

5.      Practice gratitude consciously. Cynthia Ozick is right in saying, “We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.” So, thank people generously – even, and especially your family members, close friends, domestic helps, for every little act of kindness, every time they lend a helping hand, every time they make you smile. Remember, nothing is ever promised to us when we come – this day, this moment, everything we have. Anytime during the day, go out and look up at the sky (space) and send out your gratitude for being safe, provided for, and the myriad other blessings you ignore – family, food, shelter, work. This is magic. Try it!

6.      Find opportunities to walk short distances (5-10 minutes is a good start) – to the cafeteria, to the bus stop, to the grocery store around the bend, to the market or the park. Walk a bit slowly. Look at the path, the trees on your way, listen to the birds, smell the air (if it’s not polluted). This is a way to be aware of your surroundings, the environment of which you are a part - it deserves your attention so that you can assimilate wholly into it. Trust John Muir’s experience - “I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”

7.      Observe the people around you – your children playing in the sun, your parents or grandparents laughing over an old memory, your neighbours talking to each other (maybe, gossiping!), or strangers on the streets. Notice their expressions, their smiles, their body language. Don’t stare, don’t judge – just observe. Especially children – because they are the unaffected, adventurous, happy ones. Soon, you’ll find yourself caught up in their happiness – and someone else will pick it up from you and on will go the wave… For - “When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus said it!

    

8.      Listen to people. During conversations, we often tend to cut people short because we have no time, no patience. It doesn’t really take both. So, wait – hear people out completely. Listening can be therapeutic to both the speaker and the listener. And the more you listen, the more you get heard too! People appreciate those who give even a few extra moments to hear them to understand. Hear Mark Twain - “Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening when you would have rather talked.”  

9.      Observe yourself. For some time every day, consciously step away from your identity (your mind and body) and observe your thoughts and actions as a distant onlooker. Are you responding or reacting to situations? Are you thinking open-mindedly or are you being consumed by compulsive thought? Are you feeling your feelings – both good and bad - and letting go or holding on to them? It’s true as Sadhguru says, “Human beings suffer their own memory and imagination; that is they suffer that which does not exist.” Are you suffering too? Make the choice not to.

10.  Finally, before going to bed, smile. Remind yourself of the positive things (even if you perceive only one tiny thing) that happened that day (if you learn to focus on the positives, trust me, everything will appear positive). Pray for a minute – to whatever powers you believe in or to nothing in particular. Simply, pray, thank, and go to bed with a quiet mind, not obsessing over what awaits the next day. We’ll deal with it anyway! Follow Gaur Gopal Das’ matrix on problems.

In essence, to shut the voice egging us on forever to join the ‘race’, the mantras are simple:

1.   Silence your mind – And silencing is not the same as controlling, which is what most people advise you to do.

2.  Be in the moment – You can’t move ahead towards your destination unless you are where you are.

3.   Pay attention – Life is a miracle every moment – you’ll miss the best if you aren’t attentive.

So, do what you have to do – but do it with grace, complete involvement, and gratitude. As long as you are able to feel love, appreciate nature, and count even the smallest of blessings, you’re all right, you’re on your way -- that is all there is, and that is all we need.

So this Shivratri 2021 let the Adiyogi, one whose name is synonymous with meditation, show you how to look inward. 

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(Adiyogi image credit: Adiyogi, the source of yoga and meditation, at the Isha Yoga Center, Coimbatore, TN, India)