Ninie Ahmad: Off her yoga mat.

Ku De Ta, Bali (NOV 10)

OK so my last update here was posted some 40 plus days (after I got back from Bali in October) before my entry yesterday (errrrr, after I got back from Bali on Monday)..

Many girlfriends expressed, “We don’t know how you d-a-r-e-d go to Bali with Petrovsky – haven’t you heard of the Bali ‘forbidden love’ curse?”

Ubud Hanging Gardens, Bali (OCT 10)

Of course, I have

Bali ‘forbidden love’ curse is a myth that when couples that are not religiously / legally bound yet – go to Bali together, they will somehow break-up within 6 months (or was it 6 weeks?) upon their return.

But I refuse to buy it and let alone allow some cautionary tales rule my love life!

Although.. I personally know no less than a dozen couples / first-hand friends that allegedly broke-up after they got back from Bali.

And coincidentally – I was in one too..

Kuta Beach, Bali (SEPT 06)

But you know what – people break-up, relationships end ANYWAY when sparks die and two people are not in the same page anymore.

And come on, I was in (let’s say lahhhhhhhhhhh..) eight relationships before and the rest that ended ANYWAY, did not even need Bali to break us up – you get what I’m saying?

But just soooooooo if there is such curse anyway, Petrovsky and I prayed and dedicated our yoga practice and sun salutations every morning we woke up in the Island of Gods -  to the Highest Above that rules our universe, that sets our Destiny, with the intention that we cherish going to Bali – to celebrate our love and gratitude for each other, at one of the most beautiful islands He created for us all to share.

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UPDATE:

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And in the end..

Hard Rock Cafe, Bali (APR 10)

There is no other place I’d rather be, no other man I would want to marry..

And perhaps, because he asked me for my hand to start a family & to be together til death do us part IN Bali, maybe we ARE blessed and will live happily + healthily ever after   InsyaAllah.

Love and breathtaking sunset.

by Iyan Nurmansyah from The Jakarta Post

Photo by Napie Moksin

When a Malaysian friend told me that Malaysia’s National Fatwa Council had declared that “yoga is forbidden for Muslims”, I honestly thought he was joking. It was, therefore, surreal for me to see this topic being discussed in the editorial section of this paper.

However, I then began to question whether I and many of my Muslims friend had become closeted Hindus after practicing yoga for years.

As an enthusiast of Ashtanga Yoga, I wondered which part of it has caused some kind of irritation to these ulemas.

If we translate plainly, Surya Namaskara, which is central to the practice of ashtanga yoga, means Sun Salutation. To claim that performing this movement indicates that a Muslim yoga practitioner worships Surya/Ravi (the Sun God), instead of Allah is an insult to our intelligence.

While performing this movement, practitioners concentrate on their bodily movements and breathing. No yoga instructor is trying to corrupt the Muslim practitioner’s mind by suggesting we chant something like “let us pray to the Sun God, and may He give us health and wealth” or something similar.

The very reason why many have argued that yoga is an exercise, which can give us peace of mind, is not because the Sun God plays its trick (or responds), but because during the whole process we concentrate solely on our breathing and the flexibility of our body.

Unlike many competitive sports in which we have to focus not only on ourselves, but also on how to defeat our opponents, yoga is extremely noncompetitive. Practitioners only have to pose and move according to their own bodily ability and flexibility. They do not need to worry whether someone next to them is fitter and suppler.

In a life where most of us are conditioned that it is important to be number one and to be the best whether we admit it or not (i.e. being the best student, having the best job, adhering to the best religion on earth, living in the best country of the world or whatever), practicing yoga is a kind of bliss.

At least for a while, yoga practitioners only focus on how precious their body, mind and breathing are. There is no need to feel that we have to win, to defeat or to be much better than everybody around us.

It is true that there is a part in the exercise in which practitioners chant a mantra. For example, in the yoga class that I sometimes attend, we chant Mantra Mangala.

However, it is wrong to simply translate the Mantra Mangala as a chant directed to Mangala (Mars/the God of War). Instead of throwing accusations that this sort of chanting could potentially make Muslims question their faith, we should actually focus on the content of the chanting itself.

More or less, the chanting includes words such as “may there be peace on earth; may all human beings be prosperous and live in harmony; may the welfare of all people be protected” and so on.

This is a universal message that I believe people from all religions — be they Muslims, Hindus, Christians or Buddhists — are familiar with. If one refuses to see this chanting as something which has a universal value, at least chanting that is better than rehearsing words which would potentially lead people to attack others who do not share their beliefs.

The universality of yoga can also be seen by the variety of participants who join the classes. In my own experience, it is hardly that yoga classes are dominated by Hindus as some rather foolishly think. In fact, there are always people from widely different cultural and religious backgrounds in these classes.

The funny thing is that yoga is actually a heritage of our ancestors. It has gained a remarkable international reputation due to its universal appeal and message. Indonesians should actually feel closer to it, instead of treating it as some kind of alien exercise that can corrupt our minds.

It is not my place to criticize the Indonesian Ulema Council (MUI) for debating the practice of yoga. However, it is appropriate to question whether this move will even further distance many Muslims from others. Another question is of course whether some actually regard the essence of universality itself a threat against the exclusivity of their faith.

(En)lighten up.

My Petrovsky was more ecstatic than me – to see many many many carts of  Halal food on the streets of Manhattan and kept throwing remarks such as, “Finally sayang, there’s something (Halal food) for you to eat here!”, forgetting he’s been feeding me until I gained like 20 pounds, right (I sound much heavier in pound)!

only to get “But it’s kind of oxymoron No, baby? I don’t eat meat let alone kebabs and sausages, duh!” from me.

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So hurrah to a city where I can get healthy snacks, veggie burgers & organic food anywhere!

While we are at it, if I can share this dream of mine a couple of weeks ago,

I got bitten by a cobra a couple of weeks ago.

Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose)

Does it mean what my mom told me it means?

I can’t say how confident flattered I am when so many Nuffnang bloggers believe that I am going to win adidas OLE KO Challenge this Friday!

The adidas Pure Game Ole K.O. Challenge is organised by StarAsia Malaysia (sole distributor for adidas Active Body Care range) and is set to fan the football fever by offering fantastic prizes to winners of the one-of-a-kind challenge that will combine endurance and skills.

Contestants will play one-on-one street football in a spherical steel cage 20 ft in diameter and 18 ft high, and compete to score as many points as possible within a set time frame by kicking the ball through their opponent’s legs – a move also known as “ole”.

Highlight of the event would be Malaysian top bloggers from Project Alpha Season 1 & Season 2 competing against each other.

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Of course pretty (scary looking) bloggers like Kenny Sia, Shaolin Tiger and Huai Bin get nominated as well.

Little did many of you (that did not vote for me ) know that -

I actually DO play futsal.

And I used to be my team’s captain (or am I still?) when we used to play on a weekly basis if not – competitively.

Those who put your money on Kenny, scared already or not?

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That is until (almost) all of my former teammates that you can see in these photos below, either busy preparing themselves to get married or happily gotten married and have babies!

Yes, yes it is definitely easier to put the blame on them – they found their happy ending already.

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So for single girls alike (and boys who want to see some yoga instructor with flashy adidas futsal boots running around and dribbling about putting giants like Shaolin Tiger to shame),

do put on your TEAM NINIE jersey (or any baby blue top will do!) and support me here:

Date: Friday, 21 May 2010

Time: 7.30pm

Location: Centre Court, Mid Valley Megamall

and if I do win (help me repeat the affirmation for this post!), I might just throw a yoga class at the end of the tournament! It would be exciting to see all the ‘blogger boys’ get pretzeled in the middle of Megamall, wouldn’t it?

Special thanks to adidas Action3 range for keeping me smelling fresh even after futsal training!

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Love and support for girls in boots & can kick balls this Friday!