Well? Oh well? What do you expect? My growing up years? The only thing I was told? Or literally forced to? Praying. And if I am lucky, every now and then, some basic information on some of the significant Hindu festivals thrown in. Praying or prayers on the other hand? Must. Otherwise? Mum? My mum. Ah! The Indian drama of hers? Yet? The strangest part of mums like mine those days? They won't even tell you why prayers are forbidden when you are menstruating. Also, nothing about the birds and the bees. These kinda topics are a taboo actually. Not to be spoken, neither can you ask.
What about the man I have been married to for donkey years? Another Hindu who is lost in his religion. As much as he tried? From time to time to impress me with his Hindu knowledge? No substance. Anyway, prayers have always been there in my life and I still pray till this day. Daily. Not the rolling on the floor kind, nor loudly ringing the bells, or as if I am in a trance praying. Just basic. My prayers are easy to go. Light the altar. Next, prayer pose for a minute or two and over. Now, how did Hatha Yoga tune, realign or trigger me in terms of my Hindu faith? Yoga. Hatha Yoga! It sparked the spark towards my keen interest in learning about Hinduism. Can you believe it? What I didn't know before. Even the simplest meaning to "Vanakkam" or "Namaste" and when I found out? My Hindu limps, my Hindu notes and my Hindu nerves started shimmering and shining. My-my! What a shimmer and shine. Unbelievable.
Penang Thaipusam 2017 & Thaipusam Batu Caves 2018). Not for me. I did it for two troubled people in my life.
This year? No vowing. Nope. Instead. Like I have already told you? Service to Lord Murugan. Volunteering. How did it start? Car pooling and by the time we entered the compound of "Sri Maha Mariamman Temple", at about 10.30am? Vel Vel Muruga. Vetrikel Muruga. Thousands and thousands of devotees. In fact, a sea or hurricane of people and we? We were bolstered, thundered, shoved and pushed amongst them. Two hours in total for us to walk from the entrance, and all the way till climbing the staircase and joining the rest in one corner at the main altar up there.
Now, the point of this pitching? Nava K & Her Service To Lord Murugan? Am I trying show off? Or I love bragging about myself? Or I am blowing my own trumpet? Or I want all of you to look up at me? You go ahead and decide. Or feel free to judge me. Whatever. Up to you. On my part? I am trying to convey the message that, through Hatha Yoga, I am learning Hinduism. At this age. "My Fifty Five Life". Never too late right? I know. Nothing is too late by the way. Never. Take care guys. See you again in the next pitching of mine.