Memories of India

Yoga is my big hobby. I think it provides the most comprehensive approach to man by addressing all levels of his being.

I had been thinking of going to India in recent years.

Visiting country where yoga was born and taking yoga teacher training there had always been in my mind. Furthermore I wanted to complete 300hr teacher training to become RYT® 500 (registered yoga teacher) according to the Yoga Alliance standards.

The trip to India had another meaning for me. 

Whether I worked in tourism or later in QSR business, I have not had the best experience with my Indian clients. When some of my close friends got to know that I was planning to go to India, they couldn’t believe it. “You and India?” They said, “You don’t have the best experience with these people?!” But I knew it will be different when it is not about business. I was curious and wanted to meet “normal people.”

I spent quiet a long time to find training I liked. The style of yoga was clear, vinyasa had been my passion. I also wanted to dive more into yoga philosophy. 

I found course in Goa, in a part of India which is great intermediate stage between our world and “real” India. I decided to travel a bit before my training. I love old historical monuments and India has so many beautiful places to offer. I immediately got excited for several of them but if you look on the map you can see that India is a really big country. I could not spend another month there and did not want to rush while traveling.

Flight tickets set the boundaries. I flew to Mumbai and from there I had great connection to Goa, so I decided to find something nearby.

I chose Aurangabad as my starting point. It is only about 1- hour flight from Mumbai. 

I read various recommendations for travellers especially women traveling alone on how to move around India. I was surprised that arriving to Mumbai at night was not recommended especially if you had connecting flight from another terminal. Terminals are not connected so you have to take a taxi and taxi drivers do not have good reputation there. Luckily my flights were all from the same terminal.

After studying the important things I also had some less important things to take care of. I went to warm place in January and I had no flip flops!

It seemed impossible to buy nice flip flops in Prague in winter. I decided to buy them on the way. 

I arrived at Mumbai International Airport in the morning.

Terminal 2 is new and modern. It is a contrast to the life you see when you leave the airport. Fortunately, there were several shops with flip flops at the airport, so I could finally buy some.

From Mumbai I flew to Aurangabad. When I got there it was already dark. To feel safe, I ordered the taxi from the hotel where I was staying.

Arrival to the hotel was mysterious. All was covered with veil of darkness. I could not wait the next morning. The hotel staff was very nice, they helped me with money exchange and advised mo on how to move around.

Tired from traveling I fell asleep easily. I woke up in the night because it was too warm in the room. I do not like air-conditionings and fans so everything was off but had to turn it on for a while so I could continue sleeping.

Early in the morning the outside hustle and bustle of the city woke me up. There was a big traffic on the road and everybody was honking. I looked out of the window.

Good morning India!

I felt immediately the outside heat and whirled dust stung my eyes. I looked down the street I was staying in and my first feelings could be described with one word: CHAOS.

Early in the morning I had an agreed transfer for my first trip. The driver arrived on time.

We set off for Ajanta caves, an antient Buddhist complex listed in UNESCO. 

It was only in the car that I could really see where I was. I’ve seen several documentaries about India on TV, but being on the spot is a completely different experience.

I still can't believe that I am here! 

Aurangabad is located in Maharashtra. In January it has a minimum of precipitation and average temperature during the day is around 30 °C. It was a dry season. You could see mainly red-brown soil and you could feel the fine sand fluttering everywhere. You could feel it in your eyes and throat.

I have to admit that I did not take pictures at the beginning of the trip. Although I knew I would see poor people and that everything would be different, it was somehow a shock at that moment. The driver was proud and was telling me everything he knew about this place he has always lived in. “It is the cotton harvest time. And here’s the most beautiful cotton valley we have. And there we sell the most beautiful things made from cotton and silk.” Some truck passed us quite quickly and the cotton was rising in the air all around us.

It took me a while to get used to the local environment. It was so different. There were no bins anywhere so the garbage created a carpet around. There was even a man lying on this carpet and reading newspapers.

In India you drive on the left side and the whole life takes place on the road. Everyone and everything is there: cars, cows, buses, locals, trucks, markets and children playing by the road. I was happy I did not drive. Sometimes I even closed my eyes because the bus drivers rushed down the road like racers. In my opinion, those buses should no longer run. You could hear everybody honking all the time.

I slowly got used to the original Indian atmosphere. 

I realised then I have to take this chaos as normal and I started to pay attention to other things. When we stopped time to time, so I could take some pictures, I thought of a game. Taking pictures of one place from two different perspectives. The reality as it is and without the omnipresent garbage.

To be continued 🙂

 

Hana Bartošová
„I love sound healing and I have been teaching yoga for several years. With the help of both I will show you the way to discover your own strength, restore your inner balance and learn about self-healing process. I will guide you to your conscious yoga and your inner peace." You can read my full story here
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