“Inhale, arrive on your mat.”
It was my very first yoga class, and I was there because I aspired to touch my toes.
“Exhale, shiiiiine your love outward like a rainbooowwww,” the Lululemon-clad instructor crooned, “and remember: yoga is whatever you make it!”
Throughout the 18th and 19th centuries, westerners viewed yoga as an esoteric tradition: practiced on the fringes of orthodox Indic societies by magicians and priests; shrouded in superstition. But when Hindu monk Swami Vivekananda spoke about yoga at the 1893 World Parliament of Religions in Chicago, and when the physical fitness revival of the early 20th century swept the globe, yoga exploded into the mainstream. Hindu nationalists hailed yoga with a newfound vigor, touting its indigenous character. New Age hippies were equally enamored; since the 1950s, yoga studios have popped up around the globe, attracting celebrities from Marilyn Monroe to Adam Levine, while brands like Alo Yoga and prAna have seized the athleisure market. Suddenly, yoga is no longer a secretive lineage from the ‘exotic East,’ but a popular fad – a stretching routine. Yoga is…just exercise?
“Inhale, stay.”
I closed my eyes and an ethereal sitar tune began to play, transporting me to the Indian subcontinent of millennia past.
The earliest known definition of yoga appears in India’s oldest text, the Rig Veda, dated 1500 to 1000 BCE. In these ritual prescriptions, yoga means ‘to yoke’ or ‘to connect;’ it is the action of harnessing a horse to a war chariot, therein submitting the horse to the charioteer’s will. Several centuries later, in the Upaniṣadic texts, yoga became a series of exercises for one to restrict the body and discipline the mind, usually as a means to seek metaphysical power or attain mystical union with god. The 3rd century BCE Kaṭha Upaniṣad asserted that yoga is “firm restraint of the senses.” As one harnesses a horse to a chariot, yoga harnesses the mind to the body. I was starting to understand this form of torture self-restraint as the instructor reminded me to return to my breath, even though we had been sitting criss-cross-applesauce forever and I couldn’t feel my feet. Whether the goal is to commune with the cosmos or simply to condition your quads, yoga is control.
“Exhale, downward dog!”
I pressed myself up, relieved to distract my mind, only to discover a new kind of fatigue igniting in my legs and shoulders. My body began to shake, and I fought the urge to collapse back to the ground. Evidently, yoga is as mental as it is physical. In the Bhagavad Gita, the god Krishna tells royal warrior Arjuna that yoga is “skill in action.” He commands Arjuna to be a yogi to fulfill his divine duty–of slaughtering his own family on the battlefield. Like Arjuna, I failed to see the purpose of my excruciating position, and like Krishna, my teacher was strangely militant about demonstrating yogic willpower – albeit through core workouts, not holy war. Yoga, then, is the discipline to do what you may not want to; the patience to serve a greater good that you may not yet understand. Yoga is control.
“Inhale, three-leg dog!”
The room burst into a silent symphony of swaying limbs. The yogis around me contorted themselves into incomprehensible shapes, touching their toes in a thousand ways that I never thought possible. The teacher rattled off foreign words: śvānāsana, añjaneyāsana, uttānāsana…
Āsana means “seat” or “posture,” and it is one technique by which yogis discipline their bodies in pursuit of spiritual power. Around 200 CE, āsana appeared as the third precept in the Yoga Sutra, an aphoristic text on yoga philosophy. At that time, however, the list of āsanas was limited to those suitable for seated meditation: sukhāsana, padmāsana, and vajrāsana. It wasn’t until much later, in the 13th century Haṭhapradīpikā, that āsana was elevated to a foremost priority. The Haṭhapradīpikā codified 84 total postures, and furthermore recommended bandhas (muscular locks), mudrās (gestures), dṛṣṭis (gazing points) and prāṇāyāmas (breath restraint techniques) to train and constrain the body. Yoga is control.
“Exhale, warrior two!”
The pace of class quickened, and the postures began to flow together, fast and fluid.
“Inhale, reverse triangle!”
The music intensified, matching the rhythmic pulse of breaths in unison.
“Exhale, extended side angle!”
A bead of sweat dripped off my forehead.
“Inhale, half-moon!”
My feet hurt. My breath burned in my throat. I wanted very badly to be done.
“Exhale, chaturanga dandasana!”
Really? Push-ups? I thought this was supposed to be relaxing.
“Inhale. Pause.”
I laid down on my back. The sensation of movement lingered in my tissues as my breath slowed.
In the Yoga Sutra, āsana is merely a step taken to prepare oneself for samādhi: a pure state of meditative consciousness. Yoga is citta-vṛtti-nirodhaḥ: “the stilling of the turnings of the mind.”
“Exhale. Rest.”
I dropped into śavāsana: the pose of the corpse. The air in the studio quieted. My body softened, my mind stilled. For a time, I was neither sensing nor sleeping, but simply experiencing. Yoga is the absence of sensory intake; both this moment of uncanny stillness and every moment that builds up to it. First, yoga is just exercise, and then it is control. But ultimately, yoga is surrender.
What a beautifully written reflection on the journey of discovering yoga! I love how you captured the initial experience of entering a yoga class with a simple goal—touching your toes—and how that evolves into something much deeper. The transition from viewing yoga as just exercise to understanding it as a practice of control and ultimately surrender is profound.
Your insights into the historical context of yoga really enrich the narrative. It’s fascinating how yoga has transformed from an esoteric practice to a mainstream activity, and yet the core elements of discipline and connection remain essential. The way you describe the physical challenges in class—especially during poses like chaturanga—mirrors the mental and emotional struggles we often face on and off the mat.
I particularly resonated with your exploration of the concept of “yoga as control.” It’s true that learning to manage our bodies and minds through yoga is a powerful skill, one that reflects broader life lessons about discipline and resilience.
Finally, your description of śavāsana perfectly encapsulates the essence of yoga: the stillness that comes after all the movement, where we can simply be. Thank you for sharing this insightful journey; it’s a beautiful reminder of how yoga continues to evolve in our lives!
Dear Prem Ji, thank you so much for your kind words and your thoughtful engagement with my post! I’m so glad to have you here and I hope you’ll consider subscribing for more insights on yoga’s history and embodied practice. Om Shanti!
Hi Kaya! This piece was such a poetic and reflective exploration of yoga’s evolution and its deeper meanings. I loved how you weaved your personal experience with the historical and philosophical context of yoga, transitioning from the physical struggle in poses to the profound realization of yoga as surrender. Your description of śavāsana as the culmination of all effort truly captures the essence of the practice—moving from control to stillness.