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*sigh*
There used to be a time when this blogger used to make fun of all the other outdated blogs and pity how those blogs must feel with the inadequate posts and negligence...but that tragedy has befallen Semi's stories and sharings. I would really like to blame the Raghu and kethu :P but NO it is because of ME and ME only and well uh the exams and my inability to click a button to make a draft into a post! Yea - beat me up or bless moi  - I don't care.
YES!
So when I was musing disgustedly at my inability to contribute creatively to this world - a flash of insight came. For people who don't know what insight is - it is that 'oh it was always in front of me' or the 'eureka' feel. More simply it is the 'DUH' moment. So what did I kick myself about? *Zoom focus*
'I haven't done yoga for the past five years' . If you expected something more shocking I advise you to learn the sad reality of life's eventfulness and come back =)  There used to be a time when semi was known as the 'rubber' or the kid who did the splits or the one who put her legs around her neck! Those were the times of my life :)
Putting your leg around your neck unlike writing gets instant appreciation , no criticism ( what can you say lol 'keep the leg tighter?') , freaks people and most importantly doesn't require much thought process. Then on a fateful day while on the rickety van to thiruvanamalai for my aunt's marriage I decide to use my pocket diary! And I end up writing a decent 'poem' about the nature around me ; I would like to warn you that my concept of a poem has/had rhyming words and understandable lines - so it's not a poem technically :O My parents were happy to find that they had something more to be proud of me than the fact that I bend my bones and not to mention Breaking them!
This breaking bones factor did play a factor in me withdrawing from yoga - very slowly though. However it is my ability to not respect my  'most' :P amazing and the most obvious talent that let me forget it. Seriously I still cannot comprehend why I wouldn't want to flaunt my flexible skills to the world O.o You see I have grown up and cannot really remember my exact feelings then and I don't have any paper records of my feeling too ( I abused everyone left right center in my diaries and had to disown it :P )
Maybe I WAS lazy. I know I AM lazy. So it isn't very tough to predict that. There is one piece of evidence left in my room that makes me occasionally guilty. The big chunk of chart in my room asking me to 'DO YOGA' with the stereotypical stick man inviting me...!
Do YOGA! xD
It's not that it is too late or something. I am still young ( enough) and it's not that I cannot do splits anymore. However , if I do it - I am quite sure that I will pull all my muscles from thigh to toe and be hospitalized for a week - but I am sure that I can do it once. Hell yeah I accept. I am nowhere near  the rubber I used to be , when I do asanas I feel like an old 70 year old and it's insulting to do something badly when you used to do it so wonderfullY.
vida muyarchi visparooba vetri! :P
But you know what? I am gonna TRY. I may never be as good as I was , but that is because of my own self and laziness. Now all you guys out there - stop basking in happiness  yet. If it is yoga for me it would be something else for you - the FIITJEE kid who used to write beautiful poems , the artist coexisting with the mathematician or even the decent comedian behind all the coolness! Please WAKE UP!
What IF , if only the world ended next year? Won't it be a shame to know that the few vetti moments you had could've been converted into priceless ones? Your most natural ability thrown away because you were too lazy to move that cute bum of yours! Run Run RUN!

                                                                                                                              Yours energetically
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