In this video, College Humor shows what happens when the world’s most famous Hindu visits the world’s least Hindu gym. It also occurs to me that you can hardly find a more disparate pair than Gandhi and Ayn Rand, whose movie reviews I just posted.
Is your New Years resolution to live a healthier lifestyle going well? I presume you remember all of those promises you made to yourself previous to midnight on December thirty-first…Let’s pretend you do. Did you dive right in and become a Vegan, eschew gluten, start training for a marathon or sign up for a Yoga class? Maybe you also vowed to improve your spiritual health by revisiting church, or perhaps through practicing meditation? If Yoga and/or meditation are on your list, you may find this video to be a timely reminder to check your instructor’s credentials.
I invite you to see what happens when the most well-known Yogi, Mahatma Gandhi, drops into a typical American Yoga class, and is informed that he has been doing it all wrong…In fact, he is so wrong, he is nearly hopeless. Like most American adaptations of other cultures, the staff at this typical mall Yoga studio feel they are superbly qualified.. What they are, is more than ‘half a bubble off.’
You’ll meet – ‘a certified Yoga instructor’ whose Yogi was one Carl Smith. The instructor has no idea who the strange little man in the glasses is. What she does know is that his hand-woven ‘sheet’ has to go. Spandex Before Enlightenment, is always a safe motto at this gym – er, Yoga studio.
Can’t you just feel the spirituality seeping into your very pores?! It is the scent of ‘Cinnamon Bun’ Yankee candles. They’re for sale, along with the muscle building powder and those cool little statues that are a ‘must have’ for authenticity.
What you hear is also important in creating the right environment, as if wafts through the studio with the aroma of Yankee Candles, an alarmed Gandhi asks; “Is that – Coldplay?” In dismay he answers himself. “Yes. This is definitely – definitely – Coldplay.”
The man of tolerance and peace has reached his limit with spandex-clad pseudo-intellectuals who wouldn’t know Vishnu from Valerie Harper. When anger has been bottled up for a long time, it makes for a spectacular explosion!