Ya don't say!
How about T’ai Chi? How about Kung Fu and other martial arts that grew out of Buddhist monasteries? How about getting focused on preaching the Gospel and stop worrying about the inconsequential....
And yet we have churches that hold these sessions under the guise of “exercise classes.” If you told the participants they were practicing the rituals of a pagan religion, they would look at you like you were a nutcase.
I agree completely.
It is part of the current Delusion that yoga is harmless.
Reminds me of my grandmother saying that card games were evil.
Yoga as the spiritual head trip .... but the positions are wonderful stretchersizes
All Christian rituals are of pagan origin.
This is part of the self ruling church in Greek not to be confused with the OTHER synods of the rest of the world.
This is more a competition issue than a morality issue.
I’m probably alone here, but I never cared Mr. Grover voice from ANY of the episodes anyhow including “Empire Strikes Back”
He went from bad to ridiculous in the fight scenes in that one movie that had Jar Jar Banks though.
There is much in the philosophy of Hindu Yogis that is incompatible with Christianity. There is nothing about meditation and stretching poses that is incompatible with Christianity. I have found yoga instructors who simply run you through the meditation/exercise without interjecting the whole “you are one with the universe” stuff. It’s not even that I feel it attacks my faith, just that it all sounds so silly.
I don’t get this at all. If the meditation mumbo-jumbo is taken out of Yoga, you are left with a bunch of stretching exercises. Really good stretching exercises, actually.
I often pray my best when in a downward dog or other various stretches .
Lose the Hindu chants, substitute Christian prayer and one has a great religious workout.
MUST BREATHING HAVE A RELIGION OR A PRAYER?
By Padma Rao Sundarji
Editorial
The Pioneer
Friday, June 12, 2015
Yoga is a wonderful exercise for the body and the mind. It must not be linked to a particular religion or belief. Yoga teachers mustn’t insist on religious invocations as being part of the various asanas
First, outdoor sports as a kid, then inline skating with my son. I have exercised all my life. When the weather didn’t permit it and as I grew older, I began to frequent gyms. Or, simply put on an exercise video in my living room. Then came Group X classes and the fun of training with like-minded people and to music: rock, raga, beat, bhangra. Even in my fifties, there is nothing to describe the joy of spin-cycling awake my slothful carcass at the crack of dawn every day.
But somehow and all through these decades, I stayed away from yoga. I concede that it may have been youthful idiocy. For and in the 1970s and 1980s, anything that came out of the West was hipper than something as home-baked as yoga.
Of course, we gradually realised that most of the ‘Western’ work-out routines like aerobics, incorporated yoga in one way or another, while giving the asanas different names. So there was the downward dog, the butterfly, the cat or the cow pose. (If India is the home of yoga, America is the mother of marketing). There’s sweat yoga, power yoga, sufi yoga. There’s even doga: for dogs.
But ironically — and hypocritically on our part — America brought yoga back to India. By the nineties, other Lulu Lemon-clad urban elite and I began to take a fresh look at the ancient form of exercise. And gradually added an hour of studio yoga to our spinning, kickboxing and step-aerobic routines.
My newfound enthusiasm soon put me on a search for the ‘real thing’. I enrolled for a beginner’s course at a well-known traditional yoga centre and soon graduated to its daily ‘open sessions’.
But in about a month, I had stopped and returned to Pilates in the old fitness studio. The ongoing yoga campaign by the Government of India made me realise why I quit.
Yoga is, without doubt, a great mind and body workout. BUT it is the WAY yoga is traditionally taught in India, all contortions through the prism of religion, that had turned me off the centre I frequented.
The open sessions were attended by all kinds of people: travellers from other countries, Sikhs, Muslims, Christian Indians, some Jewish Israelis, possibly even rationalists and atheists. But unmindful of this widespread representation of all kinds of faiths, the sessions always began and ended with prayers; in Sanskrit and addressed exclusively to our Hindu pantheon.
The Ganapathi Vandana is powerful and philosophical, as is the immense Gayatri Mantra.
But some things niggled. I am a Hindu from a traditional, not conservative, family of the freedom-fighting generation and spirit. In my grandparents’ home, my granny would commune with and grumble about the family to the entire pantheon every morning, polishing a diya here, wiping a statuette there, leafing through well-thumbed books of bhajans and muttering invocations in a reverent drone to the silent but smiling portraits on the flower-strewn pedestal. Nobody forced me to participate.
Only on the odd occasion of a festival, would we be all invited to participate and take the arti. Meekly, I would say I knew only the words of the prayers we had learned at school. “Never mind! Any prayer will do! Just sing!” my grandmother would snort. So I would find myself telling Krishna that I wished his name were hallowed and his kingdom came, his will be done. Heads around me stayed bowed in prayer, nobody sniggered (except my tiresome siblings).
It was a magnificent generation of Indians, the last of the true ‘seculars’. Nobody accused the missionary schools we attended of trying to ‘convert’ us. In truth, the latter never did. Catechism classes were not for Hindu kids, nuns and brothers hoisted the flag and sang our Sanskrit anthem lustily and proudly on all national holidays. We were not forced to sing Abide With Me, just to set aside time for a bit of spirituality, before tackling the first dreaded algebra class of the day.
But in the open yoga class, I had watched non-Hindus and many foreigners twitch, mumble and twist their tongues around those Sanskrit words. If the yoga teachers thought they were getting a solid soul-cleansing before the asanas, they was badly mistaken.
It began to annoy me intensely. Why were we all here? Primarily to exercise. So what place did prayer — be it of any religion — have, in what ought to be an hour of stretching? How could breathing have a faith? And even if one were to go by the semi-scientific theory of the benefits of the ‘Om’ mantra on the respiratory system, why could not everyone simply choose their favourite meme, or sound, or indeed prayer of their own religion if thus inclined, or none at all?
Why couldn’t a Sikh yogi mutter Wahe Guru, a Christian Praise the Lord, a Muslim theazaan, while slithering into a surya namaskar or wobbling in a tree pose?
On the other hand, why are Muslims today getting prickly about the ‘names’ of the asanas? Since when did Sanskrit mean Hindu? Since when did promoting an indigenous exercise form become a sneaky attempt to convert to Hinduism? Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s Art of Living has the following on its website:
“The regular practice of Surya Namaskar improves circulation, maintains health and helps one remain disease-free.” But does the cardio-vascular system respond to Hindu prayer alone?
Does yoga ‘belong’ only to India’s religious majority? Or to anyone at all? Was it not, much like the deep philosophy and astoundingly advanced world-view that comprises our great ancient texts, ultimately intended for the benefit of all mankind?
I quit practising yoga because I got no answers. The one-year-old Modi Government has performed admirably well on all counts. It continues to go from achievement to achievement. But it should well and truly admonish Hindu Right-wing motormouths within its larger fold when they start ‘possessing’ yoga. The ‘sickulars’ who outrightly reject yoga as a ‘Hindu’ concept should hold their idiocy too.
And by the way: Kids need the outdoors, they must kick a ball, play cricket, get out in the open air. Let’s stop this obsession with bans and now — impositions that all kids must practise yoga in school every day.
Dear Mr Modi, yoga is an amazing, solidly scientific and magnificent form of exercise. But nobody is asking you to compulsorily practise Krav Maga every day, are they?
If we want to call ourselves the world’s largest democracy, it’s time we started behaving like one.
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It’s exercise, fer cryin’ out loud.
You can safely ignore the wierdos who chant.
“Yoga Is As Yoga Does” Elsa Lanchester and Elvis sings from EASY COME, EASY GO..
Well I can see that you and yoga will never do
Yoga is as yoga does there’s no in-between
Your either with it on the ball or you’ve blown the scene
I can see lookin’ at you, you just can’t get settled
How can I even move, twistin’ like a pretzel
(Yoga is, yoga does)
(There’s no in-between)
(Your either with it all the way) Or you’ve blown the scene
(Or you’ve blown the scene)
Come on come on, untwist my legs
Pull my arms a lot
How did I get so tied up
In this yoga knot
You tell me just how I can take this yoga serious
When all it ever gives to me is a pain in my posteriors
(Yoga is, yoga does)
(There’s no in-between)
(Your either with it all the way) Or you’ve blown the scene
(Or you’ve blown the scene)
Stand upside down on your head, feet against the wall
A simple yoga exercise done by one and all
Now cross your eyes and hold your breath, look just like a clown
Yoga’s sure to catch you if you come falling down
(Yoga is, yoga does)
(There’s no in-between)
(Your either with it all the way) Or you’ve blown the scene
(Or you’ve blown the scene)
(Yoga is, yoga does)
(There’s no in-between)
(Your either with it all the way) Or you’ve blown the scene
(Or you’ve blown the scene)
BTTT!
There is no question that yoga is a religious practice of worship to various Hindi gods ....