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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
Day 1, January 15th, 2020
I got into Bali around 11:45 am. Full of excitement. I was going to meet my team of 4 students in a few hours. Joyce would be the first to arrive at 3:30pm and then Rosa, Augosto and Lorenzo would be next at 5:30pm.
What do I do for 3 hours? Go to the beach of course! The beach closest to the airport in the town of Denpasar is Kuta Beach. It’s known for being a bit busy and crowded, but I didn’t think it was too bad. I took a taxi there and jumped straight into the water. It was warm! I was loving it.
After a short swim, I went back to the airport and Joyce arrived on time via Taipei. She is one of my regular students in the San Francisco Bay Area and this is her second yoga retreat with me – the first one being in Buenos Aires last August. So great to have her back again!
After a late lunch at the airport we received Rosa, her boyfriend Augosto and her brother Lorenzo. They flew in from Los Angeles via the other ocean, the Atlantic with a stop in Doha, Qatar. Their flight was also on time!
And our driver Dewa was waiting for us with a sign. The five of us cosily fit into his Toyota SUV and were headed to Seminyak, where the more quieter and peaceful beaches awaited us.
Upon arrival, Edith the owner of our villa greeted me with two kisses on either cheek. She’s French you see. Edith showed us around our villa. My jaw dropped. It was the perfect home for our one week yoga retreat in Bali. The pool was blue and inviting, with a little stone frog water fountain. Spaces for yoga abounded, inside and out, and the grass was so well kept, it almost seemed like astroturf! And the rooms were massively big with indoor and outdoor showers. We were in a Balinese jungle environment, an 8 minute walk to the beach so as expected, we had frogs, geckos and other beautiful critters around. Oh and 3 neighborhood cats passed through that evening.
The retreat had sold out and as Joyce signed up late – I made special accommodations for her at the neighboring Amadea Resort just 2 minutes away. In the evening some of us checked out their restaurant Bistro Batu Kali that night and then crashed!
The four of my students collectively had circled the entire globe to get here (Pacific and Atlantic directions both). How cool!
Day 2, January 16th
Today I gave our students a little extra time to sleep in and recover from their long journeys to paradise. But I was up early and scouted out the beach in Seminyak. It was the most beautiful beach I have ever seen. The sky was blue with a few puffy clouds, but the beach was covered in a silver glow that reflected the sky perfectly. I made a few new friends and I hurried back to make sure the students were being fed properly by our housekeeper Ayu.
After breakfast we walked down to the beach. And after a few swims we decided our first yoga lesson should be at the beach! It was a fantastic experience and the students did an awesome job. We had to move once or twice as rogue waves kept us on our toes (literally 😉).
First Yoga Class
After yoga and lounging around the beach we came back to the villa and had a delightful afternoon, swimming in the pool. Augosto and I practiced synchronized diving. Yup, no Greg Louganis 😂. But it was super fun. We listened to 80s music and just lounged around in a slumber all afternoon. The rest I had been searching for all year. Magical.
At 5 pm we hit the mat again for yoga class number 2. The students did a great job once again.
Then we went to Ku De Ta, a beachside resort to watch a spectacular sunset followed by a very nice dinner.
We were all pretty tired by then and some were a little jet-lagged so we just came back and crashed again! But the next day we would start our regular routine of 8 am yoga. All in all a full 2nd day ☺️.
Day 3, January 17th, 2020
I again went for an early walk to the beach to stretch my legs and then had yoga again at 8 am. The students were enthusiastic. We worked on balance today and the peak pose was Ardha Chandrasana (Half Moon). We also did Vrksasana (Tree). The students enjoyed that.
After breakfast we hit the road with out trusted driver Dewa. He first took us to the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary. Wow. What a spectacular place with monkeys everywhere. Most were very well behaved and they were cute and just playing around. But every now and then, one would try to open the zipper of someone’s backpack!
The sculptures and the temples in the Monkey Forest were just as intriguing for me! What an amazing display of art. Bali is primarily Hindu, with Muslim, Christian and other minorities. Indonesia is mainly Muslim as a whole, so Bali is quite different.
I quite enjoyed and appreciated the intricate stone carvings depicting characters from the Ramayana and figures representing Hindu deities. It’s always nice to appreciate a culture and religion different from one’s own. Such a learning opportunity.
After the Monkey Forest, Dewa our driver took us to the Rice Terraces. They were beautiful but a bit crowded. We had a short stop there and the highlight was Rosa who soared in a red dress on a swing. You could tell she was loving life, soaring high!
And the next stop was lunch with a view of Mount Batur. It was an amazing set up with us sitting at the edge of an overlook looking straight at Mount Batur with Lake Batur right there as well. It was slightly unnerving at first since I had just escaped being trapped in in the Philippines due to the erupting Mount Taal volcano. It was a similar set up, complete with the lake I was supposed to cross to climb to the crater of Mount Taal. But nature had other plans. Lucky to be safe. Dodged another one (read Tsunami 2004).
Mount Batur, Ubud, Bali
The lunch buffet at the rest stop was amazing. Good mix of vegetarian dishes as well as meat. We did a little bit of yoga with Mount Batur in the distance. A good distraction from volcanic eruptions!
Next stop was the Waterfall. We just made it in time to spend about 45 minutes in waterfall. We got there at 6 pm and they close at sunset at 6:45 pm. Only Augosto and I jumped in the water and thoroughly enjoyed cooling off and the splash of the water falling and hitting the whirlpool.
We soon hit the road and were back in Seminyak in about an hour and a half. Day 3 in Bali was amazing! Plenty of yoga and a tour around Ubud. The highlights were all the sites! Sacred Monkey Forest, Rice Terraces, Mount Batur and the Waterfall.
Let’s see what the second half of our retreat brings! So far Bali is five stars! Students are happy. That makes me happy ☺️💗.
Announcing a one of a kind mix of yoga and city life. Some Yin and Yang! In Argentina’s capital of Buenos Aires. My love affair with Argentina started in 2015 when I came to take a Spanish immersion course.
I taught my first yoga class on that trip to a group of theater students attending the University of Buenos Aires. I realized very quickly that yoga would become an integral part of my life in Buenos Aires.
I now spend 4 months out of the year in Buenos Aires and teach yoga to locals and expats. I am excited to say that I had my first retreat in Buenos Aires in August 2019. I can’t wait for you to join the next one!
I provide low costs to provide access to all. But quality will not be compromised. The yoga lessons you will receive are well thought out. Having a 500 hour YogaWorks certification and 6 years teaching experience, you will be taken care of and receive the type of yoga you need.
Buenos Aires is rich with history. Just a walk through San Telmo will reveal the antique stores selling wares of the early European settlers and the cobbled stoned streets with tango dancing on a random corner. Soccer is religion here so a tour of the Boca will reveal the history of Diego Maradona as well as other celebrities. The Recoleta cemetery is more a citadel and you will wonder in awe at the lavish lifestyles of the dead and famous😉.
The architecture of this amazing city blows my mind every time I visit. French colonial and Italian influences abound.
So will you not join me on this magical week in Argentina? Maybe you too will be smitten and be lucky to want to come back. Argentina’s salt flats and deserts in the North and glaciers and mountains in the South all await. And let’s not forget Iguazu Falls, ten times larger than Niagara.
Your Cost :
$1300 (double occupancy)
OPTIONS FOR NON-YOGIS AS WELL!
SINGLE ROOM AVAILABLE FOR $300 SINGLE SUPPLEMENT
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Buenos Aires awaits you! Start 2020 right!
Come join me in my second yoga retreat in Argentina. This will be my 10th trip to Argentina and my 8th time teaching yoga there. But this retreat will prove to be a special one as I once again visit this land where there are deserts and salt flats in the north and glaciers in the south.
The Cost is $1600 and includes:
Non-yogi companions get the reduced rate of $1400.
Rate of $1600 is for single occupancy. Double occupancy rate is $1300 per person.
Yoga-ing around the world. Clock-wise from upper left: Paros, Greece; London; Paris and Angkor Wat, Cambodia featured here .
Please email : firstname.lastname@example.org for further information or to book.
See you in Buenos Aires in 2020!
January 15 to 21, 2020
Almost full! One shared spot remains (double occupancy). Don’t let you your dream yoga retreat slip away! Contact to book this last remaining spot ASAP.
Come join me for an unforgettable experience in the ocean paradise of Seminyak, a more secluded and idyllic part of Bali. Avoid the crowds as we do 3 hours of yoga daily, at our amazing villa just minutes away from the beach. Upon request we can take our mats and towels and do yoga at the beach as the waves lull us into a relaxing Savasana at the end. After we get our sweat on – we can even take a dip in the water.
$990 per person for 6 nights
(Rate is double occupancy. Single occupancy $1290)
Inclusions: healthy breakfast, 6 nights accomodation in a private villa, airport pick up and drop off. Three hours of yoga everyday.
Optional activities and excursions can be arranged.
Sampling of prior events by Nabeel: Yogamatique Buenos Aires, Ushuaia Argentina, San Andres Colombia, Drake Passage Antarctica, Angkor Wat Cambodia
Don’t wait to book. Limited spots available! Beginners and all levels accommodated. Non-yogi companions will have other activities available. US citizens and citizens of many countries do not require a visa.
Luxury villa with pool with room access and lounge chairs and large living areas and bar area for evening drinks and socializing.
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See you in 2020 for an adventure of a lifetime!
The Tea Gardens of Bangladesh
Dates: December 28th, 2019 to January 3rd, 2020 (6 nights lodging)
Cost: $1500 per person (double occupancy) (no single supplement)
Lodging at Amtali Nature Resort, Srimangal (6 nights)
2 hours of Yoga everyday (for accompanying non-yogis $150 off the rate)
Transport from Dhaka to Srimangal (180 km)
Hiking at Lowachara National Park
Hiking and boat ride at Madhobpur Lake
Tea Garden Tour and Tea Tasting (including 7 layered tea)
Visit a local waterfall and indigenous village
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Nabeel Atique has been doing yoga since 1997. He is a 500 hour ERYT (Experienced Registered Yoga Teacher). Both his 200 hour and 300 hour trainings have been through YogaWorks. He is also trained to teach Yin Yoga. He has taught yoga in the United States, Colombia, Argentina, Bangladesh and Antarctica. He teaches with special emphasis on injury prevention and rejuvenation. His classes are fun and his expertise ranges from Hatha Yoga, Vinyasa Flow to a more grounded Yin Yoga practice. He also teaches Gentle and Beginner Yoga.
Local Music and Tea Gardens (credit: Amtali Nature Resort)
Nabeel speaks 6 languages. He was born in Bangladesh and is fluent in Bengali. He has been living in the San Francisco Bay Area for the last several years. This yoga retreat will be led 100% by him and will not be outsourced. Come discover the magic of yoga and the magic of Bangladesh with Nabeel.
About Amtali Nature Resort: Amtali is located just on the outskirts of Srimangal in the Sylhet district of Bangladesh. It is in a Tea Plantation and also in a forested region inhabited by plenty of local wildlife.
Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh is a short 2 hour flight from Bangkok. Other convenient connections can be made via Singapore, Hong Kong, Dubai and London.
United States citizens and citizens of several countries can get a visa on arrival taking any tedious paperwork out of the way.
Clockwise from top: France, Antarctica, Patagonia, Drake Passage, Bangladesh
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I am in Greece. Specifically I am on a Greek Island called Paros. At this moment in time I am the envy of many! I do consider myself very fortunate to be here. I really did not do much research regarding the place. Reason being, I am here for a 300 hour yoga teacher training. So my main priority is the training. It’s nice that it’s here on a Greek isle. But I also chose this particular training because it is led by David Kim. David is an incredible yoga teacher. I took a one week Yin Yoga course with him two years ago in Santa Monica. I drove all the way down from Fremont, in Northern California to do this. And boy was I pleased. Yogaworks where David teaches is a company that holds true to a gold standard. I have yet to find a Yogaworks teacher I really dislike. In fact I know that if I step into a random Yogaworks class I will learn a lot, benefit from the class and somehow feel better than when I walked in.
Things look great, don’t they? Well, I have news for you. For every story, there is a back story.
I attempted to take the 300 hour training in Los Angeles while I was still living in Santa Clarita in 2014. About 2 weeks into the training I was struck with a debilitating back injury. I had to withdraw from the training. These trainings are 6 months long and I wouldn’t last a week more, let alone the duration of the training. It was quite depressing. However, there is always a silver lining if you look for it. That winter, the winter of 2014 I had hit rock bottom. My back had not improved after 7 months of physical therapy and my dentist had pulled out a wisdom tooth (unnecessarily) and left me with dry socket. The pain was unbearable. I had an open wound that would not clot inside my mouth – in my jaw.
These dark days in December made me stop, pause and analyze my life. I had to halt everything. And that gave me clarity. I thought “I have to move back to the SF Bay Area”. I longed to be back in Yosemite, Tuolumne Meadows, Lake Tahoe. I missed the variety of foods to be had and the languages one hears just crossing the street. Northern California and Southern California are worlds apart. I am grateful for my time in Southern California. It gave me my first full time faculty position at Antelope Valley College and I was introduced to the wonderful world of road biking in the Santa Clarita and Antelope Valleys and I formed some incredible friendships – gifts I would not trade for anything. But it was definitely time to go home – home for me in the United States was Nor Cal – where I felt it from the heart. I got a job at fabulous Ohlone College and I am please to say that I just received tenure there this May.
So back to the topic of the 300 hour training. In 2017 I went down to Santa Monica and did that Yin training with David Kim. I also took a few yoga classes at Yogaworks and I met Mia Togo for the first time in one of her classes on Main Street, Santa Monica. Wow. I loved her style and her playfulness. I asked her if there was a way for me to do the 300 hour training with her, while still in Nor Cal, even though she was down in LA. We explored options and unfortunately it seemed too complicated to split up the modules. Alas it was not meant to be.
Fast forward to 2019 … I am on a leave from work to deal with consequences of my mother’s passing two years ago. Managing property half way across the world and the emotional toll was just too much. Well, as luck would have it David Kim, along with Anna Zorzou is offering the 300 hour teacher training (in intensive format) during the month of October in Paros, Greece. And guess who is a guest lecturer? Yup. Mia Togo! If ever the stars were aligned! Dreams do come true.
Greece is geographically on the way to Bangladesh. After this 300 hour training I will head to Bangladesh to take care of the final affairs of my mother’s estate.
There is no real moral of a story here.
But if there is anything to take away from it – never give up hope. Good things do happen. It may not seem that way many times, but the struggle to hold on is worth it. Reach out to your friends, family, loved ones. And share your thoughts. You will find the right people to get you through…and then like magic when you least expect dreams do materialize…
Today I start day one of my 300 hour teacher training.
With love and gratitude.
5th, October, 2019
I lived in Rome from 1980 to 1984. Those were the golden years of my childhood. My first crush. My first real bicycle, Italian at that. My first time playing soccer for the school team. Learning Italian for the first time. I can go on and on …
My father was sent to Rome by Bangladesh Airlines to open the first offices of the airline. He single-handedly navigated this new land without speaking a word of Italian and successfully brought the first flight of Biman Bangladesh Airlines home to Rome. I am amazed at what my father achieved in his short life of 49 years. Wow. I am sure I have impacted many people with my positions – as an engineer in Silicon Valley, as a math professor at a community college and as a yoga teacher. But the uniqueness and complexities of what my dad was able to achieve blows my mind to this day. I only knew him for 18 years. He passed away a few months before my 19th birthday. But those 18 years were worth a lifetime.
There is a little place where, tucked away, I keep these memories of my father. Now, I have added new memories to this special place, for my mother has passed as well. We are supposed to be tough in this world. Endure things. Act a certain way. Show no signs of weakness. But truth be told, it’s all nonsense. Live your life, feel what you feel. Acknowledge it and share it with people you love. Be real.
The loss of my mother was devastating. She was both a father and mother for the last 30 years. She was the ultimate sacrificer. She didn’t get remarried for the sake of her children. She did not want to make us feel an ounce less loved. Looking back I wish she would have gotten remarried. But you know what? She had to be happy making her decisions, the way she wanted. Ever since my nieces were born my mother was in heaven. She loved those two girls like nothing else. Uncle Nabeel would have to compete for her love. Not really. She had that amazing capacity of loving everyone. Although that never stopped me from teasing her that she loved her grandchildren the most! 🙂
I hadn’t been to Rome in 35 years. I was going to Rome. This was all very sudden. I am taking some time off to heal after my mom’s passing and headed to Bangladesh soon to deal with logistics of property management as well – half way around the world. This feat has taken its toll and worn me down. But now I had this great opportunity to stop in Rome and to take a walk down that special road – memory lane – and relive my golden years with my parents and sister.
It’s not that easy as it sounds though. I was a bit nervous about the emotions that would surface? How would I feel? Would I feel any better? Or may be worse?
They were not necessarily ALL good, the things that happened in Rome. I crashed a car when I was 12. Yes I was 12. It’s a long story – but in short the Hassan family came to visit the Atique family. The adults decided to go to Lake Bracciano using our car. Mr. Hassan decided to leave the keys to their car with his 16 year old Ehsan (bad move number 1). What did Ehsan do with those keys? He decided to let 12 year old Nabeel drive their Toyota Corolla (bad move number 2). And like most 12 year olds who don’t know how to drive – I crashed it!
Luckily we were OK and there was no bodily harm. The car was totaled. I crashed it into a pillar a few hundred meters down the road. I was wrought with fear – my whole 12 year old world crashing down on me. As luck would have it, I managed to crash it on the one property in the neighborhood that was run-down and the owners very Godfather-ish. We didn’t get any horse’s heads under our beds, but they tried to extort money out of my dad (unreasonable amounts). Funnily enough the house is still there and it is still the most run-down house along the road. I guess crime doesn’t pay after all 🙂
Fast forward to September 29th, 2019. I had just spent an amazing September 28th in Rome with Marco, my bro from Argentina who is half Italian. We had just met 9 months ago in Buenos Aires. He is childhood friends with Leo one of my other brothers in Buenos Aires. I would do anything for these kids – they are like my family. And Marco did EVERYTHING for me.
He was at the Termini Train Station to receive me.
We had real Italian pizza right away and I had the fullest day on the 28th. In a nutshell, I saw the Vatican, St. Peter’s, Piazza Navona, the Pantheon, Trevi fountain and more…
But in the evening is where Marco shone bright. Marco took me to dinner at Ditta Trinchetti – the Pasta was killing me with every bite. I tried his lamb dish and was like WHY??? I wanted it all 🙂 The pana cotta was to die for.
And the staff – Francesca and the crew were the nicest you can imagine. That added to our experience.
Next we went to Meccanismo a bar not too far … and we had a few beers … and we even made it out clubbing. After some heavy taxi/uber drama I hit my pillow at 6am (do not count on getting a taxi in Rome – you have been warned!).
September 29th, 2019. It’s the day of the big reunion. I am going to meet my past. Besides meeting Marco, this is WHY I am here in Rome. I am going to go to my childhood home, Via Giulio Galli 99, out in the countryside on the outskirts of Rome. My perspectives as a child were … that of a child. I envisioned a place super far away and difficult to get to. Marco and I got over our respective hangovers, met at 1 pm and were at Giustiniana by train in 30 minutes! I don’t think this particular train stop existed back then.
From the train station it was a short 20 minute walk to my home. Down busy Via Cassia for a bit and then a windy walk through the country road of Via Giulio Galli.
We were hungry and walked into a restaurant by the train station. I was surprisingly relaxed and did not feel the urge to rush to this grand reunion with my past. The courtyard at this restaurant was magical. The sky was blue with patches of white clouds dancing and the wind ever so lightly grazing my face. An Italian family with kids was having lunch too – and their kids were running around exploring the garden – in true Italian lassez-faire style. I was already transported 35 years into my past.
Marco could have been an observer in all of this. Heck, he wasn’t even born in 1984 when I left Rome. But no…Marco’s heart was with his brother. I felt the excitement, the anticipation, the curiosity in him. Sometimes I have to remind myself how blessed I am. God has given me some of the best friends anyone could ask for.
Marco and I walked down via Cassia – I remember riding my bike down this road all the way to my school one day, down this busy road. I was a crazy cyclist from the start – may be this Italian influence explains a lot of my antics on two wheels! My dad got me an adult size bicycle when I was 11. My parents had no idea what I did with that machine – I would roam all over the countryside. I would even chase beautiful girls on vespas – knowing that as a 12 year old on a bike, it was utterly futile. But the chase is always fun … 🙂
We are fast approaching my house. We pass a building. It’s a bit run down and looks familiar. Wait! It’s that house! Where I crashed the Hassan’s car. Not much has changed.
This is where I crashed the car when I was 12
There is that breeze again as I approach our building. We were on the 3rd floor apartment. I am amazed that the whole building looks exactly the same. The same blue paint. The moment was magical. I could literally feel my parents and had visions of them. They were there. My mom in the kitchen whipping up delicacies. My dad giving her a kiss, right before heading to work. I, scooping and devouring this new manna called Nutella. I even remembered my grandmother visiting us when I was 12.
Marco and I closed our eyes for about a minute. No yoga-posing here. This was real. This was meditative. We both felt the energy. I was fulfilled.
There came a sense of closure with this visit. I felt happy. Happy for the life I have lived. The circle of life is such – there will always be the inevitable. Death is a reality. But to be reminded of how good life has been to me and how much love I got from my parents was pivotal. And what a moment in time I am living – the love of my friends – back home in the San Francisco Bay Area, London, Paris, Milan, Como, Rome – has been nothing but extraordinary. Wow. I am blessed and lucky to have you all in my life.
Paula and Sofi in Cali; Stefano and Silvia in Milan
I found a new tribe in Colombia as well – Paula and Sofi, you have a special place in my heart. My dear friends Stefano and Silvia in Milan, I also met in Colombia two years ago!
And I would be amiss to not give a huge shout out to Buenos Aires, Argentina. Let’s see how this magical web works.
Miguel in London, Bastien in Paris, Mathew in Normandy, in Milan, Clelia in Como, and Marco in Rome – I met ALL of these rockstar friends in Buenos Aires.
The journey is not over … it never is … life is fluid, malleable, full of surprises … but I say … hold on to your memories … those will never change and are the only things that are permanent … a beautiful thing …
I spent that evening full of joy – Marco and I strolled the streets of Rome and I marveled at the beauty of the world and humanity. So much so that I chose to look at things upside down – the same beauty, but with a different perspective. Life is often what you make of it, but more often how you choose to view it.
Peace and Love,
October 3rd, 2019
September 16-19th , 2019
I used to visit Europe at least once every two years. My love of Latin America, specifically Buenos Aires kept me from going to Europe for the last 5 years.
But with the many changes occurring in my life, it was inevitable that I would once again be visiting the continent where I grew up. London would be my first port of call in Europe.
I grew up in London, having lived there from the ages of 3 to 10. London was not the city that it is today. It was quite a “dark” city the way I remember it. The dreary weather definitely did not help. I lived in a majority Turkish and Greek Cypriot neighborhood, a lot of London being quite segregated back then.
The London of today is quite the opposite. It’s a vibrant city and quite a melting pot of cultures. Chicken Tikka Masala is a national dish. Wow. If there ever was a breakthrough …
My cousin Rolly Bhaia picked me up from Gatwick Airport. I hadn’t seem him in 10 years! In fact I had never met his wife Parvin Bhabi and their daughter, my little niece Nipun. When I arrived at their home – I was greeted with every rich Bengali delicacy under the Sun.
How did Parvin know that the way to my heart was through food? She had been speaking to my cousins in Bangladesh who filled her in about the foods that make me tick. Nipun, too, was the sweetest little person and I was glad I finally got to meet all of them after such a long time!
Bengali Food Heaven, Bhabi, Nipun, Rolly Bhaia and Me
London will always be a special place for me. Even when we left London for Rome when I was 10, we would still go back every year. We had a house there. It was 32 Salisbury Road in Harringay, near the Manor House tube station. I next visited Bablu Bhaia. (Bhaia is a term Bengali’s used to call an older brother, cousin or family friend).
Bablu Bhaia used to stay with us in our house in London way back when. At the time, he was studying to be a chartered accountant.
After all those years, now he has a successful real estate company. I stayed with him in North London for a night and he graciously took me to my old home on Salisbury Road.
It was a real walk down memory lane as we also visited my elementary school South Harringay Junior School. These visits had special meaning to me. Having lost my father 30 years ago, and my mother 2 years ago, it was time to reflect about the past.
Losing people you love is a difficult thing. All we have left are the memories. It’s important to make an effort to keep those memories alive.
My next stop was to meet my dear friend Miguel from Argentina. Miguel runs an incredible language meet up in Buenos Aires called Mundo Lingo. The London branch of Mundo Lingo needed a little bit of sprucing up and they invited Miguel over for a bit of revitalizing. Miguel graciously hosted me for my stay in central London. We drank mate together (that’s an Argentine drink made with herbs) at his place – a little slice of Buenos Aires heaven in Londres 🙂
That evening we went to Mundo Lingo London and it did not disappoint – it was awesome to see the world come together in all it’s diversity.
These types of grassroots events give me hope for the future – there is no denying that we live in a world full of turmoil. Anything we do to bring people together can be impactful.
I even found a couple of Bengali speakers. Well the event was located in Brick Lane – so that was not really a surprise.
However, I was surprised at how gentrified the neighborhood had become. We were at 93 Feet East – an awesome venue.
Miguel was hard at work distributing the flags in the form of stickers that represented the languages that the guests spoke.
I accompanied Miguel as he wrapped up the event into the wee hours of the night and we had the requisite late night kebabs, a bit of a London tradition.
I was even able to catch up with Louise from my Antarctica adventures in January. Despite her busy schedule she stopped in for 15 minutes to visit me at Mundo Lingo. It was great to see you Louise! Thanks so much 🙂
The next morning I met up with Mehak. Mehak and I had met in Southern California during a yoga teacher training course that I had signed up for under the guidance of our common teacher Ashley Rideaux at YogaWorks in Santa Clarita. That teacher training course exceeded my expectations in both quality and in preparing me to be a competent yoga teacher. But the most unexpected outcome was the sense of family that I and my 12 others classmates developed over the 6 months of our training.
With Mehak at Buckingham Palace and the National Gallery
Mehak and I had that bond – we were from the same Yoga Family. I hadn’t seen her in several years, but we picked up where we had left off without skipping a beat. Who better than Mehak to accompany me as I revisited the tourist sites my last day in London. I had a wonderful time. Thank you Mehak!
It was so great visiting popular sights such as Buckingham Palace and Trafalgar Square and just reminiscing about the times that I visited with my parents. Now that they are not around, it was definitely bittersweet. But having Mehak from my Yoga Family with me made everything pretty awesome!
As I boarded my flight to Paris later that evening, I reflected on how full my four days in London had been, and how much love I had received from folks. Ranging from family members such as Rolly Bhaia, family friends such as Bablu Bhaia, family bound by yoga such as Mehak and new friends made on the icy continent of Antarctica .
The gift of family and friends is a blessing. Be sure to acknowledge all that you have and be grateful for any amount of love given to you…and pay it forward…love others in return.
September 23rd, 2019
This has been a long term project of mine for several years. Ever since one of my Swiss friends who I had first met at a homestay in Buenos Aires had reacted “there are mountains in California!?” when I had told her I loved where I lived because of the mountain biking, snowboarding and the cycling opportunities that abound.
Let’s face it, the United States’ reputation is greatly at risk. As a global leader, as a model for other nations, and as a model of social justice for its own.
It was sad to hear from a new European acquaintance a few years ago a comment such as “The United States is the last country I would ever visit”.
The United States is an incredible country. Some things it does get right and to degrade the entire nation with falsehoods is not right. For example, I came to this country as an immigrant from Bangladesh with very little resources. With hard work and dedication I was able to complete my degrees in Electrical Engineering financed mainly by scholarships, grants and research assistantships. Excuse the cliché but this is “the land of opportunity”.
I always liked sports and athletics as a child. I played soccer for my school teams wherever I lived. I grew up in London and Rome so my love of soccer was inevitable. And in Mumbai I got into track and field mainly because my best friend at the time Mahesh Pai, was India’s fastest 100m sprinter for his age group.
In the United States, as an engineering student all this was about to change. At the engineering student orientation at the University of Texas at Austin we were told “you can party in Sixth Street or you can get an engineering degree, but you can’t do both”.
So I decided to get an engineering degree, or two.
Riding up Mount Diablo, California
Many years later with the opportunities that this country had provided me, and after having landed a job in a fortune 100 Silicon Valley company, and then having moved on to a job as a community college instructor….. wait for it……I can safely say that there are mountains in California.
One of my favorite places on earth is Yosemite National Park – with towering walls of granite, lined with trees like velvet and waterfalls to rival anywhere else in terms of beauty. The aroma of pine trees and pine cones and the crisp clean air rejuvenate me every time I am there. I am not particularly religious, but I still call Yosemite God’s Cathedral. No matter what you believe in – Yosemite will remind you that there is a higher power out there, who had sculpted this beauty in our planet.
A drive up to the Redwood National Forest is also awe inspiring. Some of the most lush landscape and towering trees left me smiling. It rained on me on my hike, but the canopy protected me from getting soaked and I relished the little bit of dampness created.
I sensed that everything was alive. That is the best way to describe California. A state that is alive – full of life really. From the mountains to the ocean – I love this amazing state.
In closing I tell my Swiss friend – yeah we got mountains – but guess what – we got a whole lot more!