During the lesson and subsequent ones, he would duck in and out of the room to discuss my Yoga problems with his father. He proceeded to show me the basic instruction of whole body moving with the breath. Desikachar later included this story of the young man who was creating the problem he thought he was solving through yoga exaggeration in his book Religiousness in Yoga. I told him about my bladder issue, whereupon he gently said that it was causing my bladder issue. Desikachar politely asked me to stop doing nauli. I proudly demonstrated my nauli, the churning of my stomach and bladder and internal organs that I had picked up as a solution to suffering weakness in my bladder for months, needing to frequently go to the bathroom. He said show me what you do, and quietly observed without comment. He first observed everything that I was doing. He looked up for half a second, and greeted me with a short smile and lively eyes.ĭesikachar taught me one-to-one in a private room with his father in the room next door. When I arrived, his father, Tirumalai Krishnamacharya, was seated on the front porch in a wicker armchair reading the newspaper, dressed in traditional Brahman dhoti and shawl. I had been participating in the circus of spiritual India, and Desikachar was just one more place to go, but from the moment I met him I knew I’d found gold. In 1973, I went for my first lesson with Desikachar in Madras (now Chennai).
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