Thursday, September 30
Toga YogaFirst of all, and before I get to the subject in mind, I'd like to clear one point that this article is not meant to give all the historical / sientifical information about Yoga.
Another point I'd like to clear is that there is no such thing as " TogaYoga", this was a mere term created by a friend, by which he meant: Cheers to Yoga.
The last and the most important point I'd like to clear here is that I'm trying my best to use minimum words to answer one question I'm always asked by new students in my Yoga classes ;
Why does my doctor recommend Yoga to me, I don't have the flexible body it needs, nor I have the patience to sit still for 20 minutes pretending that I'm relaxed when I'm too hyper to do that.
Now to answer this question I'd have to publish a book. Yet I see it as my responsibility to give some ideas of this mysterious type of exercise that a lot of people around the world, have some vague idea about, or may be none at all.
What is Yoga?
Forget the scientific definition, what you need to know is that any proper Yoga practice have one major element; proper breathing through proper poses; this kind of practice maintains your physical body and nourishes it with vital energy, this energy is needed to relax your mind and therefore you can connect with your soul.
Physical benefits to the body:
There is a saying that goes like:" you are as young as your spinal cord". Your spinal cord is the switchboard of your body, therefore; having it flexible would maintain your body longer.
How is this done?
Well, each basic exercise is designed to fully activate certain organs, legaments and glands, to explain this, I'll give you an example :
we only engage one third of the upper lungs in our natural breathing process, which means that 2/3 of the lung is practically not used, these areas that are not used will show signs of decay as we grow older, and, therefore; the chance of fatigue and sickness to these parts will increase. But through practicing yoga the full capacity of the lung is forced to be activated and engaged.
This is true not only for the lungs, but for all the internal organs, ligaments, and glands.
Mental benefit:
Yoga provides you with the intelligence to let your mind control your body, and not visa versa. This is very essential; it manifests itself in your daily dealings; with yourself first, then with others. You see the ones that have been practicing yoga for some time are more balanced in their lifes, have clearer minds to make right decisions, and they definitely give each and every event its proper weight without exaggeration.
Spiritual benefit;
Yoga is not a religion. Therefore spirituality here refers to the happiness and ecstasy that you can bring into your world without waiting for some circumstance to create it for you. It's more like re-designing yourself by digging deep and searching for the basic traits of your soul. Getting to know you, befriend you, and therefore love you, for only then you can love others and have more self confidence.
Now this whole thing is not some magical elixir, it's just some simple mental techniques / mind exercises that you need to properly practice so you can get the full benefit.
How does it function?
Every proper yoga practice has to have some basic poses through which breathing is enhanced, this breathing not only provides the cells in your body with oxygen and nutrients, but also provids it with the vital energy to activate and harmonize seven main energy centers as well as thousands of other minor energy centers throughout your body, and therefore preparing your mind to be relaxed in the final session of the practice. And the result? A new you.
So to answer that question I'd have to say, yoga is not those acrobatic poses you see in books and magazines, some very easy poses can do the job if you gradually increase the time you spend in each pose and breath properly. Yoga is for everyone and everyone can practice it. And if you think you are hyper, most probably you need to practice yoga more than others.
ching ching
Tuesday, September 28
Fresh From The OvenHey guys give me your opinion about my latest release, because I’m planning to enter a competition with some minor adjustments to this poem;
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Just a plain disposable lighter
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The night we parted you held me gently
And in my palm you placed a lighter
Then in my ear you whispered softly
Keep this….. as the last reminder
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The night we parted you held me gently
And in my palm you placed a lighter
Then in my ear you whispered softly
Keep this….. as the last reminder
**********
I place my tooth brush in a glass
I keep within my reach
The plastic one you were holding
That night we partied at the beach
*********
Next to the toothbrush, in the same glass
Another brush "still wrapped” there lay
The one I got you when you were away
But to use, you never had the chance
*********
And when I open my closet door
Your T–Shirt greets me sadly
The one I got you on my last tour
And you never received; unfortunately
*********
When I pass the cabinet border
The candle holder winks with class
Not actually a candle holder
But a candle in a crystal glass
*********
Remember the night you and I
At a friend's "after party" Slammed
Remember when you winked your eye
As your hand a laptop scanned
Remember the " Karma Sutra" scene
You scrolled on that screen,
And whispered to my delight
This is what we'll do tonight
*********
And remember when we left later
In your hand a crystal glass
This glass is my candle holder
The one that winks every time I pass
*********
And now you leave me with a lighter
The same plain disposable lighter
Give me something to forget
I don't need another reminder
*********
This last token to me symbolized
The acidic defeat of a born fighter
When I finally realized
That I was nothing but a diposable lighter
I place my tooth brush in a glass
I keep within my reach
The plastic one you were holding
That night we partied at the beach
*********
Next to the toothbrush, in the same glass
Another brush "still wrapped” there lay
The one I got you when you were away
But to use, you never had the chance
*********
And when I open my closet door
Your T–Shirt greets me sadly
The one I got you on my last tour
And you never received; unfortunately
*********
When I pass the cabinet border
The candle holder winks with class
Not actually a candle holder
But a candle in a crystal glass
*********
Remember the night you and I
At a friend's "after party" Slammed
Remember when you winked your eye
As your hand a laptop scanned
Remember the " Karma Sutra" scene
You scrolled on that screen,
And whispered to my delight
This is what we'll do tonight
*********
And remember when we left later
In your hand a crystal glass
This glass is my candle holder
The one that winks every time I pass
*********
And now you leave me with a lighter
The same plain disposable lighter
Give me something to forget
I don't need another reminder
*********
This last token to me symbolized
The acidic defeat of a born fighter
When I finally realized
That I was nothing but a diposable lighter
Ruby
Monday, September 27
Be Ware of LoveIs love really blind? Nah, it can’t be blind, it doesn’t have eyes, but it makes me think; why did it go like this? I mean why the saying did not go like: lovers are blind. Makes more sense.. Right?
When someone is in love, he does not see the beloved as he is, but rather creates this image of the perfect myth in his mind and lives a dream which is far from reality. This happens because the person of his concern is not dealt with on a daily bases, and therefore a big space is left for the imagination to play the trick.
But when lovers get close enough to really know each other, they realize what a mistake they have made, and that the truth was directly under their noses but they did not see it because of this cloud seven they lived in. or may be they saw it but, like me, they always end up with the wrong person who hurts them the most, because this type of attitude adds more spice to a relationship.
Well, here is a cry from me; unless you have no intention of any serious commitment; be ware of your love affair, be ware of your imagination.
Poetry lovers…. Time to enjoy
Illusion
I'm not in love of that I'm positive
I'm not in love of that I'm positive
Actions displayed are out of habit
Of passing years in consecutive
most in agony, some in merit
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Years back I loved an image
My illusive mind created
A gentle, liberal knight with courage
With aura around I fabricated
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Worn out with time is the showpiece
As has my precious prime years
Naked truth was out piece by piece
Ugly as each fallacy cleared
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A stranger he is to me now
The same one I once dovetailed
To his command I used to bow
In apathy now I'm entailed
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"Love is blind" as the maxim goes
Add deaf an' mute to the aphorism
was I immersed in an illusive doze
Or was it some type of sadism!
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Was it my agonies that had me kept
All these passing years in debt
With excuses I made
For all the cruelties he bade!
And took me all that time to realize
The truth was always before my eyes!
All these passing years in debt
With excuses I made
For all the cruelties he bade!
And took me all that time to realize
The truth was always before my eyes!
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Khaja
Saturday, September 25
A Tribute to MosanWhat is the blog generation era ?
This trend called “blogging” is really awesome. Notice the number of people joining each day.
I first was introduced to it by a friend whom I’m attributing this to in the subject title. This friend wanted me to post a comment on his newly designed blog….
A blog? What the hell was he talking about? And since I was too busy enjoying my holiday, I promised him “out of courtesy” that when I’m back I’ll surely do that.
After scrolling through the different articles he posted, I found myself not only commenting on the subjects he presented, “which were really hot and hard to resist” but also started checking out other blogs and finally started my own.
I never was a TV/Movie addict. I only watch TV when I have a severe case of insomnia. My show time has expired two months back and I only knew about it the other day.
I always enjoyed reading and writing” mostly poetry”, but to be labeled as “old fashion ”, or the bookie geek, or a book worm, did not appeal to me much especially with this satellite, PC, and play station generation. After all, this is the technology age; everything is presented in a silver platter. Why write when no one reads?
But to have a space where I can present my thoughts, share them with others, and see other’s point of view with no restrictions, this astounded me, not because it gave me a space to impress others with my so called poetry (did not need that, I already received 3 trophies from The International Society of Poets and 3 of my poems are already published in books sold universally on the internet), but the fact that people are encouraged to go back to writing, rediscover the beauty of the "old fashion“ written communication” this was the real thrill to me, and gave me courage to go on writing.
Bloggers keep on blogging for you are in the blog generation era.
Thursday, September 23
A thought for the weekendThe Mask
Isn't it a tedious task
Hiding behind a false mask
Disguising every intention
Suppressing genuine impression
Why can't we just be natural
Abandon thoughts that are lateral
Speak our hearts when we feel
Good or bad, at least they're real
It's the adapted cruelty ply
We learned as the years passed by
Ever really wonder why?
A child in pain never hides his cry?
Look within for the child you carry
Within your heart you always tarry
Nourish it with love and purity
It's the only way to sanity
Imagine a world with no deception
Faces with innocent complexion
Knowing what's on other's minds
By looking in their mirrored eyes
Wouldn't be a better place
For us humans to embrace
Who would care for heaven then
When we all carry it right within
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Khaja
A Yoga Meditation
Nirvana
Dedicated to my sister Wajeeha Habeeb who had shown me "The Path"
In the death of night I rise
To wash away ugly vice
I enliven candle lights
And meditate into different heights
With sweet lavender oils I shoot
and start the "om shanti" salute
Like magic I start to float,
Soul out of my body I loot
I feel this wave of butterflies
In my limbs and behind my eyes
For a new dimension I demand
To open up at my command
Through my soul and through my mind
I seek calmness in a world unkind
I seek love, I seek purity
I seek the touch of immortality
I begin to see this tiny light
Emitting rays so soft and bright
Embracing me in delight
Resigning me to it's might
Ecstasy is felt with such a sight
How could this be a dead night!
Tears of joy would start to pour
From my eyes and each pore
I realize I'm almost there
Surrounded with love and care
A constant love that is divine
In a place I know is mine
A bliss that could not be found
Except on regions beyond sound
Hush now hush, peaceful soul,
You're in the attendance of "the whole"
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Khaja
Dedicated to my sister Wajeeha Habeeb who had shown me "The Path"
In the death of night I rise
To wash away ugly vice
I enliven candle lights
And meditate into different heights
With sweet lavender oils I shoot
and start the "om shanti" salute
Like magic I start to float,
Soul out of my body I loot
I feel this wave of butterflies
In my limbs and behind my eyes
For a new dimension I demand
To open up at my command
Through my soul and through my mind
I seek calmness in a world unkind
I seek love, I seek purity
I seek the touch of immortality
I begin to see this tiny light
Emitting rays so soft and bright
Embracing me in delight
Resigning me to it's might
Ecstasy is felt with such a sight
How could this be a dead night!
Tears of joy would start to pour
From my eyes and each pore
I realize I'm almost there
Surrounded with love and care
A constant love that is divine
In a place I know is mine
A bliss that could not be found
Except on regions beyond sound
Hush now hush, peaceful soul,
You're in the attendance of "the whole"
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Khaja
Wednesday, September 22
TelepathyLast week; I was sitting with a friend talking and giggling, and out of no where I had this flash back of an incident that happened in the past with a close friend at a certain place. Then I heard the beep of my SMS and somehow I was sure that it was him. When I checked my phone I could not believe it, not because the SMS was from him, it was what he wrote in the SMS that astounded me.
The message went like this:
Guess what? I’m sitting in this place where ---- happened.
Can u believe that? And, why this specific place?
Did you have a similar experience? And how do you think this is possible?
Sunday, September 19
What is LOVE ?For centuries poets and artists in general have talked about love, each from his own prospective. Those people are more sensitive to things around them than others; so they have to express what they feel whether in writing, music, or just a portrait.
And the reason behind their need to express themselves is their confusion about a certain feeling, so they reach within their inner selves to produce something meaningful, something that makes sense to them and brings harmony to their own lives before sharing it with the public.
And although love was a very hot subject that many poets (through ages around the globe) wrote about more than any other subject, yet, it still remains " a mystery".
But one thing is certain and common between love poems; it is always associated with ecstasy and pain; TWO OPPOSITE FEELINGS.
How can this feeling have such irony? And why does something that brings u the utmost happiness can ruin you as well?
I think that those artists are more scared of this mystique feeling than others.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth
I look at you and I sigh.
"A Drinking song" W. B. Yeats
Friday, September 17
DietAlthough I'm not considered as a fat person, I've always been obsessed by my weight. I'm sure some of you have gone through a similar "agonizing experience" with different ways and techniques to bring down your weight to what you conceder as your ideal weight
Well…. here is my experience
Well…. here is my experience
Surely I feel bad today
with these two kilos I gained
Wish they disappear in thin air
quickly vanish and fade
I tried everything quoted "Diet"
alas no results were obtained
Eggs, bananas, cabbage diets
Not mentioning the chocolates that I forbade
with these two kilos I gained
Wish they disappear in thin air
quickly vanish and fade
I tried everything quoted "Diet"
alas no results were obtained
Eggs, bananas, cabbage diets
Not mentioning the chocolates that I forbade
***
I have tried the eggs diet
where nothing else should go to stomach
I have tried the eggs diet
where nothing else should go to stomach
for four days, nothing but eggs
and that was the whole gimmick
But the skin rash that I soon developed
from eggs had spread so quick
That all doctors and medical students
consulted and had an had a nervous tic
***
Let alone the banana diet
thought that this one would work
Six bananas a day
for five days was the trick
And Attempting sympathy with apes
I had to abandon my knife and fork
But to my horror I discovered
I could eat nothing when the diet broke
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The next in list; the cabbage I loath
which I had to gulp up in a soup
But couldn't take the dreadful stuff
and decided to give up and stoop
***
I'm still searching for a diet
that won't spin me in a loop
But with all quick fixes diets
I'm so confused, I can not cope
***
This genius comes up with a hunch
That Protein is guaranteed
For building muscle tissues
that's what you surely need
But others dismayed with this fact
how about energy they sneered
Starch is what you should be getting
with exercises to breed
***
Why does it have to be like this
With yummy food I gain weight
and that was the whole gimmick
But the skin rash that I soon developed
from eggs had spread so quick
That all doctors and medical students
consulted and had an had a nervous tic
***
Let alone the banana diet
thought that this one would work
Six bananas a day
for five days was the trick
And Attempting sympathy with apes
I had to abandon my knife and fork
But to my horror I discovered
I could eat nothing when the diet broke
***
The next in list; the cabbage I loath
which I had to gulp up in a soup
But couldn't take the dreadful stuff
and decided to give up and stoop
***
I'm still searching for a diet
that won't spin me in a loop
But with all quick fixes diets
I'm so confused, I can not cope
***
This genius comes up with a hunch
That Protein is guaranteed
For building muscle tissues
that's what you surely need
But others dismayed with this fact
how about energy they sneered
Starch is what you should be getting
with exercises to breed
***
Why does it have to be like this
With yummy food I gain weight
Is this some punishment from the above
Or is it just my cursing fate!
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Ana Khaja
Or is it just my cursing fate!
Ruby Khaja
Copyright ©2004 Ruby Ana Khaja
Wallah it's a blessing here in Kuwait
People here have nothing to do but complain… weather, work, Social life, family…
And they always say WHAT IF
- WHAT IF I was born in another place?
- WHAT IF I had an American Passport?
- WHAT IF I had a decent job that I'd be appreciated for what I'm doing or at least I'd get some real experience?
- WHAT IF …. WHAT IF …. WHAT IF …. And the list goes on and on and on..
Hey guys … hey fellow citizens…….
"The grass is always GREENER on the other side of the fence"
Be honest.. Think about it
Where in the hell would you find a place where you are paid for practically doing nothing?
Where in the hell would you spend the night partying for also practically paying nothing?
Where in the hell you'd find food, clothing, and other life accessories so cheep?
Where in the hell would you be considered "a middle class" and still have maids to clean your house, cook your food, and take your kids to school while you sit lazily on your butt and enjoy the luxuries of life?
Where in the hell would your car stop in the middle of the road and a pool of other cars stopping to give you a helping hand?
Where in the hell would you find your friends and relatives running around to help you out of a problem?
Don't complain about the weather. The weather is beautiful even in summer..
In summer time you have Kubbar, chalets, If not, then you know you can afford to travel anywhere around and skip the so called hot weather in the country (which I personally see as damn freezing cold with the AC running non stop)
Stop kidding yourself
Do you wana work 9-5 and come home exhausted, and think of all the joys you could have downtown and can't afford it physically as well as financially?
Ok I don't wana elaborate, I'll leave that to you.. hope you got the point
Just be thankful you live in Kuwait…
Salute
Wednesday, September 15
A Refreshing ThoughtWhen I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
"Celia Celia", Adrian Mitchell
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
"Celia Celia", Adrian Mitchell
Wishing you happiness
Now what do u say 2 a person u love more than life, and he leaves u 4 another.
Here is what I would say;
Here is what I would say;
Tear drops in my eyes
Blurring my vision
How could you have the heart?
To underestimate my provision
With the kinder love I gave
No limit, no condition
How could you break my heart?
With such a rush decision
I knew that this would come
But did not expect it so soon
now; my crying shoulder is gone
I'd cry my heart to the moon
So go on with your new lover
Go on with your fantasy
I challenge the world you'll never find
A lover as generous as me
Build your castles in your dreams
And reach beyond what you desire
And if someday you'd retreat
You'd find ashes where there was fire
Blurring my vision
How could you have the heart?
To underestimate my provision
With the kinder love I gave
No limit, no condition
How could you break my heart?
With such a rush decision
I knew that this would come
But did not expect it so soon
now; my crying shoulder is gone
I'd cry my heart to the moon
So go on with your new lover
Go on with your fantasy
I challenge the world you'll never find
A lover as generous as me
Build your castles in your dreams
And reach beyond what you desire
And if someday you'd retreat
You'd find ashes where there was fire
Ruby
Positive Thinking
Happiness and Yor I.Q.
I read this in Dr. Wayne W. Dyer's bestseller "Your Erroneous Zones" and I want to share it with my intelligent friends hoping them happiness each and every monent. It took me a while to type it for you, so pls take less time to read it.
"Taking charge of yourself involves putting to rest some very prevalent myths. at the top of the list is the notion that intelligence is measured by your ability to solve complex problems; to read,write and compute at certain levels; and to resolve abstract equations quickly. this vision of intelligence predicates formal education and bookish excellence as the true measures of self fulfillment.It encourages a kind of intellectual snobbery that has brought with it some demoralizing results.we have come to believe that someone who has more education merit badges, who is a whiz at some form of scholastic discipline (math, science, a huge vocabulary, a memory for superfluous facts, a fast reader) is "intelligent". Yet mental hospitals are clogged with patients who have all of the properly lettered credentials-- as well as many who don't. A truer barometer of intelligence is an effective, happy life lived each day and each present moment of every day.
If you are happy, if you live each moment for everything it's worth, then you are an intelligent person. Problem solving is a useful adjunct to your happiness, but if you know that given your inability to resolve a particular concern you can still choose happiness for yourself, or at a minimum refuse to choose unhappiness, then you are intelligent. you are intelligent because you have the ultimate weapon against the big N.B.D. Yep--Nervous Break Down.
Perhaps you will be surprised to learn that there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Nerves don't break down. Cut someone open and look for the broken nerves. They never show up. "Intelligent" people do not have N.B.D.'s because they are in charge of themselves. They know how to choose happiness over depression, because they know how to deal with the problems of their lives. Notice I didn't say solve the problems.Rather than measuring their intelligence on their ability to solve the problem, they measure it on their capacity for maintaining themselves as happy and worthy, whether the problem gets solved or not.
You can begin to think of yourself as truly intelligent on the basis of how you choose to feel in the face of trying circumstances. The life struggles are pritty much the same for each of us. Everyone who is involved with other human beings in any social context has similar difficulties. Disagreements, conflicts and compromises are a part of what it means to be human. Similarly, money, growing old, sickness, deaths, natural disasters and accidents are all events which present problems to vertually all human beings. but some people are able to make it, to avoid immobilizing dejection and unhappiness despite such occurrences, while others collapse, become inert or have an N.B.D. Those who recognize problems as a human condition and don't measure happiness by an absence of problems are the most intelligent kind of humans we know; also the most rare.
Learning to take total charge of yourself will involve a whole new thinking process, one which may prove difficult because too many forces in our society conspire against individual responsibility. You must trust in your own ability to feel emotionally whatever you choose to feel at any time in your life. This is a radical notion. You've probably grown up believing that you can't control your own emotions; that anger, fear and hate, as well as love, ecstasy and joy are things that happen to you. An individual dosn't control these things, he accepts them. when sorrowful events occur, you just naturally feel sorrow, and hope that some happy events will come along so that you can feel good very soon.
Feelings are not just emotions that happen to you. Feelings are reactions you choose to have. If you are in charge of your own emotions, you don't have to choose self-defeating reactions. Once you learn that you can feel what you choose to feel , you will be on the road to "intelligence"- a road where there are no bypaths that lead to N.B.D. This road will be new because you'll see a given emotion as a choice rather than as a condition of life, This is the soul of personal freedom".
Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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