I’m sitting on a bright orange yoga mat in Studio 2 at mYoga (pronounced My Yoga) in Hong Kong’s Mongkok district. For the first time in years, I’m nervous as I wait for class to begin. The walls are mirrored; I stick out like a sore thumb—I’m the only Caucasian in the midst of this yoga hotspot for Chinese locals—and the mat situation has got me tweaked. I haven’t used a communal mat since I came home with a plantar wart after a retreat in Costa Rica. But in Hong Kong, the mats are meticulously preset in perfect rows, so I have no choice but to surrender and hope the mats get a thorough cleaning between classes. As the other students chat loudly in Cantonese, I have a mini-internal crisis about which way to sit. Presumably, our teacher will sit on the small platform in the front of the room, but facing it means I’m sitting sideways on my mat. So I turn sideways, then forward, then sideways again like a cat trying to curl up in the right spot. I have a desire to run back to the comfort of my hotel room to do my own practice, but I’m here on a mission: to learn about yoga in Hong Kong. Over the past five years, yoga has been booming in this city. Like the famously frenetic pace and soaring skyscrapers, Hong Kong’s yoga explosion has happened fast and on a huge scale. Ten years ago, just a handful of small studios existed; now, large studio chains offer hundreds of classes per week in Hong Kong and across Asia. MYoga is one of them, and Planet Yoga, Living Yoga, and Pure Yoga are the other big players. Talking to yogis in Hong Kong, I find that the burgeoning yoga scene can be traced back six years to the opening of Pure Yoga. I first heard about Pure a few years back, when Western teachers returned stateside with tales of multistory yoga studios, eager students, and luxurious locker rooms teeming with hot showers (as many as 60 shower stalls in one location!). Then, last year Pure’s subsidiary company, the Asia Yoga Conference, hosted an international yoga conference called Evolution, with 1,500 students taking classes from more than 30 masters who came from India, the United States, and Europe. It was an ideal opportunity to travel to Hong Kong and check things out for myself. During my visit I found the yoga scene in Hong Kong as complex and labyrinthlike as the city itself: It is vast, intense, hot, and at times flashy. I didn’t unravel all of the complexities and inner workings in six short days. But I did glimpse how yoga is evolving in Asia—and the boom started with Pure Yoga.
Ren påvirkning
I de sidste seks år har ren yoga åbnet seks studios - fire i Hong Kong, en i Singapore og en i Taipei. Pure åbnede yderligere to studios i januar, hvilket bragte sin store sum til otte. Disse er ikke små, et-værelses bungalower. Det største rene studie i Hong Kong er 35.000 kvadratmeter, og den største af alle lokationer (i Taiwan) besætter en hel bygning med ni etager og 10 klasseværelser. Og virksomheden forbliver utroligt bullish over udsigterne for mere vækst. Vi har kun lige ridset overfladen af yoga i Hong Kong, siger medstifter Colin Grant (en tidligere tennisspiller på det professionelle kredsløb og ejer af Movieland, et filmudlejningsfirma). Denne overflade inkluderer en rapporteret 2.000 studerende, der kommer flere gange om ugen til de 800 klasser i Hong Kong -området. Pure siger, at det var rentabelt inden for tre år efter åbningen af sine døre. Foruden Evolution -konferencen tilbød Pure en anden intern læreruddannelse sidste år, og dens liste over weekendworkshops inkluderer vestlige mesterlærere som John Friend, Richard Freeman og Ana -forest. De fleste vestlige lærere ser ironien ved at importere yoga til Asien, når den stammer så tæt på. Som Frank Jude Boccio, en yogalærer, der har undervist på Pure og som inkorporerer Buddha Dharma i sine klasser, udtrykker det, hvem ville have troet, at en italiensk amerikaner fra New York ville sende Dharma tilbage til Kina? Men yogalærere ser det også som en mulighed. Der er så meget stress og konkurrence der, det kræver ikke meget for folk at erkende, at de kan drage fordel af yoga, siger Forrest. Jeg har lyst til at køre på nogle af de første bølger med at bringe noget udsøgt til Asien, og jeg er beæret.
Nøgle til succes
But why did the yoga population suddenly skyrocket when Pure set up shop? Grant is vocal about his passion for yoga and insists that it has done the work of selling itself. However, a small yoga community had been brewing in Hong Kong for years, but without Pure’s impact. The key to Pure’s growth, says Grant, is that he and his partner, Bruce Rockowitz (who owns Li and Fung, a large export and trading company), were businessmen first and yogis second. Unlike the yoga teachers who opened smaller studios in Hong Kong, Grant and Rockowitz had capital and saw yoga as a market. This mirrors the growth of YogaWorks in the United States, which currently has 17 centers in California and New York combined, boasting more than 1,000 classes per week. YogaWorks’ original owners, Chuck Miller and Maty Ezraty, were yoga teachers who kept their business fairly small, with three Los Angeles studios. New ownership with greater business focus turned YogaWorks—like Pure—into a large-scale commercial venture. Longtime friends, Grant and Rockowitz stumbled upon yoga when their wives insisted they take a class during a rained-out golf vacation in the Canadian resort town of Whistler. Grant fell in love with the practice and soon hired his teacher from Whistler, fresh-faced 30-something Patrick Creelman, to be the yoga director of the first Pure studio. We didn’t have a perception of what other studios were like, so we came from a fresh perspective. We thought, ‘What would people like?’ A nice counter when you walk in, a place to change, and a locker. Plus, a towel and a mat, says Grant.
Yoga går fornemme
With that vision, Grant and Rockowitz opened their first studio in Hong Kong’s financial district with all the amenities of an upscale gym—and with that, the course of yoga was forever changed in the city. Whereas yoga in the United States came into the mainstream when it emerged from ’60s counterculture, the practice took off in Hong Kong after it was made palatable for corporate culture. Grant and Rockowitz brought yoga to the fore by making it a centrally located, luxurious treat for busy businesspeople. Along with lockers, showers, and preset mats, the pair crafted a schedule with a steady stream of convenient class times, and, eventually, a lot of variety—classes range from Hot to Ashtanga to Anusara to Yin yoga and meditation. They also seeded the business with attractive, well-qualified teachers starting with Creelman, an Anusara-inspired teacher, and Almen Wong, a well-known former Chinese model and actress who runs the studio’s Hot Yoga program. The first thing I notice when I visit Pure is how the studio interiors differ from the funky little studios scattered about my hometown of San Francisco. At Pure’s studio in the Peninsula Hotel, the design highlight is the stunning view of Hong Kong’s harbor and skyline, while the rest of the lobby is minimalist or, as Grant puts it, not bohemian or gypsylike or quirky. There are no candles, no statues of deities, no inspirational quotes from Rumi taped to the walls. Instead, there are elegant black-and-white leather couches, black tables, as well as an abstract black sculpture. The locker rooms are black, too, with luxurious marble shower stalls. Pure isn’t alone in this design approach. Jean Ward, yoga project manager at mYoga, owned by California Fitness (a subsidiary of 24 Hour Fitness), says they created a neutral space that was more spa than temple. We didn’t want spiritual elements inside. We were very cautious, as we didn’t want to offend anyone. We took the modern approach, with nothing too mystical. Indeed, out of the six studios I visited in Hong Kong, only one had an altar—the Iyengar Yoga Centre of Hong Kong, a one-room studio that was opened in 1999 by Canadian Linda Shevloff. (Had I visited other small studios, I may have found more, but big studios shy away from outward displays of spirituality.) This seemingly small decision—to build a yoga studio with no Ganesh to watch over it and no visible homage to teachers—was noticeable, since a studio’s intimate touch often helps visitors feel as though they’re entering a sacred space. When I walked into mYoga and Pure, they felt a bit sanitized and washed clean of anything too yogic. I also noticed an abundance of mirrors in the classrooms, and I struggled to focus inward. Try as I might, I couldn’t get away from them—even the teachers who turned us away from the mirrors couldn’t prevent the moment when I saw myself out of the corner of my eye in a Chair Twist, and my internal voice shouted in horror, My neck looks like that?! Grant explained that they walk a fine line between being sensitive to their clients’ comfort level and staying true to yoga’s teachings. A lot of the feedback is that people like coming because it’s quite neutral. They don’t feel we’re bombarding them with anything too spiritual or religious. We’re trying to lead, but not by being too far in front…It’s a process, he says. As for the mirrors—in addition to being necessary for the prevalence of Hot Yoga classes in Hong Kong, they’re also a cultural norm, which can be frustrating for the teachers. As Creelman pointed out to me, You see them in every studio, every mall, every restaurant.
Mor og popbutikker
Store studios som Pure og Myoga har endnu ikke slukket de fleste af de små yogastudier, der har prikket Hongkongs Central, Sheung Wan og Wan Chai kvarter siden 1990'erne. De fleste er stadig i forretning på trods af den nye konkurrence - men det har ikke været let. Shevloff havde næppe bygget sin studerende base, da Pure åbnede i nærheden og næsten satte sit studie ud af drift. Det var bare ødelæggende, siger hun. Jeg mistede bestemt nogle studerende. Jeg var nødt til at starte forfra. Hun gjorde netop det ved at flytte fra det centrale finansielle distrikt til Sheung Wan -kvarteret, der henvender sig til lokalbefolkningen snarere end til det internationale erhvervsliv. I disse dage opererer Shevloffs studie i et sundt tempo, og hun fortsætter med at fokusere på sin mission om at hjælpe den kantonesiske befolkning med at blive certificerede lærere i Iyengar -systemet (vanskeligt at gøre, fordi certificeringstest udføres på engelsk). Hun har siden omfavnet den retning, som yoga har taget i en by med mere end 6 millioner indbyggere. Det var svært at ikke være vrede, men på samme tid var der ingen grund til at være. Fordi det er en så stor, levende by, vil yoga komme på en stor måde. Jeg siger, 'Lad der være yoga i denne by,' siger hun. Shevloff er håbefuld, at der stadig er plads til den lille fyr, der påpeger, at selvom Gucci, Prada og Louis Vuitton -butikkerne tager byblokke, er der faktisk flere små butikker i Hong Kong end megastores. Hun ser endda en opside til de store yogastudios enorme vækst i de sidste par år: Nu ved så mange mennesker om det, siger hun. Jeg får aldrig spørgsmålet, 'Hvad er yoga?'
Hjem væk fra hjemmet
After hearing so much about yoga’s growth in Hong Kong, I was curious to see how it has adapted to a city that bristles with noise, neon, shopping, and stimulation at every turn. So, I headed to mYoga. MYoga has a big locker room, with towels and showers, and a packed class schedule that starts at 7:15 a.m. and ends at 11:30 p.m. The studio has three yoga classrooms, including one room filled with props for equipment yoga classes (a prop-heavy style similar to Iyengar Yoga) and a Pilates room. The basement-level facility isn’t as sleek as Pure’s, but it’s cozier. Before my visit, Ward tells me that this is intentional. People in Hong Kong are looking for a second home. It’s not uncommon to have a whole family living in a 500-square-foot apartment. That’s why the streets are so busy; the restaurants are always busy. People shop, people go out a lot. Now, they hang out here. When I tour the studio, I’m surprised to find that Ward wasn’t exaggerating. The lounge is packed with young people clustered at tables reading magazines, chatting, and tossing back wheatgrass from the juice bar. The Internet stations are busy.
Yoga efter numrene
The studio runs like a well-oiled machine. Flat-screen TVs show yoga video s and class schedules. Turning the corner toward the juice bar, I lose the grime from the street above and begin to take in long drags of the sweet-smelling purified air. Down a long, softly lit hallway sits the locker room desk, where I’m given towels and an opportunity to store valuables in video-monitored lockers. MYoga also offers just a bit of the gym experience in a cordoned-off soundproof area that has spinning classes and an array of group exercise classes (including dance classes called MTV and Bollywood). The place buzzes with energy, and it’s clear that the typical gym protocols—locker key, towels, TV—that feel so foreign to me are completely natural to this clientele. The yoga etiquette, they tell me, is not so familiar. To prevent latecomers, they lock the doors five minutes after class begins. Soon after I decide to sit sideways on my mat, facing the little stage, the teacher—a handsome, wiry young Indian man named Dileep Puiliully—strides into the room wearing loose-fitting black pants and a white T-shirt. There is no ceremony before he begins, no asking about injuries or pregnancy, no exchange of small talk. He simply clips a tiny microphone to his shirt, smiles at the class from behind his mustache, and tells us to stand up. We start by linking simple movement with breath. As we mirror him sweeping his arms overhead, he says in a singsong cadence, In-hay-le. As we sweep our arms back to our sides, he continues, Ahnd ex-hay-le. We repeat this several times to the lilting sound of his voice until he moves on to the standing sequence. Puiliully’s delivery is straightforward and deliberate as he leads us through a sequence of lunge Sun Salutations and simple standing poses. Because there’s a language barrier, he demonstrates many of the poses and doesn’t go into subtle detail. Instead, he counts. As we hold Warrior II to the right, he counts to 10; then to the left, and he counts to 10 again. I begin to feel as though I’m in high school gym class, just waiting for him to get to 10 so that I can move on. I look around, and it seems I am not the only one hanging on every number—but I try to suspend judgment. Later, Puiliully explains that he counts to comfort beginners, so that they know how long each pose will be held.
Tværkulturel forbindelse
Puiliully adds some charm and personality, beginning with a partner pose about halfway through class. He demonstrates it with another student, and then we each find a partner. Mine is a beautiful young Chinese woman with a slight frame. Sensing my hesitation, she holds onto my wrists and prompts me to start the pose by asking, Toes touching? I press my toes against hers, and we straighten our legs into partner Paripurna Navasana (Boat Pose). Her hamstrings are tight and she struggles, so I pull my legs closer to vertical to give her more slack. You are soft, she says quietly. It takes me a moment to realize this tiny woman is not referring to the consistency of my thighs—she’s complimenting my flexibility. In the background I notice Puiliully counting. Nine and a haaalf, he says playfully as the class groans, Aahhhnd ten! As we collectively release our legs to the floor with a thump, the students suddenly laugh loudly and let out a short, exuberant burst of applause. I laugh too, partly out of shock at their unexpected, unselfconscious expression of sheer joy. For the rest of the class, the students giggle as Puiliully plies them with yoga jokes. When they try to balance in Natarajasana, he says, Don’t worry if you wiggle and dance around in this pose. It’s Dancing Shiva Pose! As he demonstrates a pose in which he wraps one leg over his shoulder while seated, they let out a sigh of awe. When he tells them that someday they too will be able to wrap one leg behind themselves and rest their foot on their neck, they look around at each other as if to say, Is this guy for real? This type of show-and-tell demonstration isn’t what I’m accustomed to, but it doesn’t matter—the enthusiasm and sincere interest of the students remind me that yoga doesn’t have to be humorless to work. Before Savasana, Puiliully gathers us in a circle and places a stack of foam blocks in the middle, with a small candle perched on top. You will stare at the candle for as long as you can, he says. Maybe your eyes will even start to water. Then close your eyes, and you’ll see the flame here, he says, pointing to his third eye, the space on his forehead between his eyebrows. Focus all of your attention on that point. I do as I’m instructed and stare at the flame without blinking. My eyes begin to water, but I don’t want to close them. I want to witness the strangers around me. In my periphery I see an older woman with her glasses shining against the flame. I feel the presence of the middle-aged man beside me who had cringed at his tight body all during class. I think about the girl who constantly giggled because it was her first yoga class ever. I feel a surge of happiness. I am completely calm for the first time during my stay in Hong Kong, and I don’t want the moment to end. I no longer feel out of place among a mostly Cantonese-speaking crowd. I feel connected. I feel how—for just a few minutes in a small, mirrored classroom beneath a pulsating melting pot of a city—we are one pulsating vibration of awareness.
Indiens indflydelse
I take several classes while I’m in Hong Kong, and my experience is as varied as it would be taking a handful of classes in the United States. Regardless of the studio’s look and feel, the experience depends on the teacher. Grant seems to understand this: It’s nice to have towels and all that, but people will come back if they remember the class. It’s easy to have nice studios, but we have to focus on the programs. And Hong Kong, unlike the United States, has a large population of Indian teachers, whose classes have a decidedly different feel and focus than with Western teachers. The sequencing was more static and less flowing; they used the counting technique as Puiliully had, and many instructed us to shake out our arms and legs (which is thought to relax the muscles and joints and prevent injuries). The classes were fairly similar and thorough in format—all included Pranayama at the beginning and end, and a brief meditation. Instead of talking about philosophical yogic principles, the teachers let the yoga speak for itself. I asked Yogananth Andiappan, an Indian teacher at Pure, about the counting and the lack of overt spiritual or philosophical themes. I don’t believe counting is more like fitness, he answers. In fact, I think playing loud music during class, as some Western instructors do, actually has an adverse effect on the mental and emotional state of the students and makes it more challenging to focus. Yogananth, whose family runs a therapeutic yoga center in Chennai, India, focuses on the practice as a path toward wellness and keeps outward references to spirituality out of the asana room. He points out that yoga was originally taught to the Brahmin , or priestly class; now, it’s accessible to everyone. Some people don’t want to chant mantras. What I teach, everybody can do—asana, pranayama, meditation. Nothing with Krishna or Shiva or anything else. People don’t want to attain enlightenment. They don’t need to walk on water. They just want to be healthy, you know, he says.
Arbejd hårdt, spil hårdt
The universal thread in the classes I take is the attitude of the students, who are hardworking and boundlessly enthusiastic. People in Hong Kong are very dedicated, says Andiappan. If they tell you they will do this, then they will do it. I have students who practice every day. When I take a beginner’s class one morning at Pure Yoga’s Mongkok location, I learn that most of the students have already practiced that morning. The teacher, Shyam, asks who attended his 8:30 class and a few raise their hands. At first, I think I’ve misheard; but I later learn that in studios all over Hong Kong, people often take more than one class per day—one studio owner boasted that some students take as many as five. At Creelman’s class at the Evolution conference called Hanuman Heart, the enthusiasm is at an all-time high. Creelman, who is affable and self-deprecating and speaks with a drawl that sounds more like he spent his youth surfing Venice Beach than growing up in Canada, begins in classic Anusara style. He sits on the stage and opens up with a little story about himself, which he then relates to the Hanuman theme. The students are serious, and they sit in rapt attention as he talks. When it’s time to chant the Anusara invocation in Sanskrit, they sit tall and belt it out loud and clear. Halfway through the class, Creelman plucks a young Chinese woman from the front row and tells us we’re going to support each other dropping back to Urdhva Dhanurasana (Upward Bow Pose). I panic—is this woman ready to be dropped back in front of all these people? Are the rest of the students, for that matter, ready to head off on their own and assist each other in this deep backbend that could land you on your head? The demo goes off without a hitch, and within seconds I am face-to-face with my partner, an Asian woman named Maryann. I try to figure out whether she is nervous, but she seems calm. I place my hands on her hips, and she peels back with ease. I count to three, and she feels so light that I nearly fling her across the room as I lift her from the backbend up to standing. Now it’s my turn. Backbends are not my strong suit, and they have never felt good without a lot of warm-up, coaxing, and prodding. Suffice it to say that Maryann almost topples over because the force of my backward bend is so strong. Then she lets out a surprised grunt as she pulls my stiff spine back to standing. Before I’ve had a moment to be embarrassed, I turn around and Maryann is back on her mat to practice dropping sig selv tilbage. Jeg kigger rundt i rummet, og mindst halvdelen af de andre unge kvinder griner også legende, når de skræller sig yndefuldt tilbage i bagbøjningen. Jeg havde aldrig set noget lignende, og jeg blev inspireret af, hvor meget sjov de syntes at have. Studerendes kapacitet til både hårdt arbejde og sjov er noget, jeg tager hjem med mig. Uanset om det begynder, mellemliggende eller avancerede, er de fleste studerende livlige, fuldt til stede og tørstige efter viden. Det, der er klart, er, hvor nyt og omrøring af læren er - og de studerende er sultne efter mere. Som Forrest udtrykker det, er deres glæde berusende. Mark Whitwell, der underviste på Evolution -konferencen, er enig, der er grundlæggende menneskelige forståelser, der ikke er blevet præsenteret for mennesker i Hong Kong indtil nu. Når disse lyse, spørgende sind får de oplysninger, der ellers er blevet tilbageholdt fra dem socialt, går de: 'Wow! Tak. ”Og den yndefulde flod af yoga flyder rundt i rummet fra lærere til studerende. Det er det, jeg kan lide ved at undervise overalt, men det er især sandt i Asien, fordi det er et relativt nyt fænomen for dem.
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