{"id":2728,"date":"2009-05-26T11:05:47","date_gmt":"2009-05-26T17:05:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.wend.ca\/?p=2728"},"modified":"2020-06-19T21:59:00","modified_gmt":"2020-06-20T01:59:00","slug":"when-in-rome","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wend.ca\/?p=2728","title":{"rendered":"The Indian Massage in Bangalore"},"content":{"rendered":"

Are you ok with this madam?<\/em> The little lady says as she is smacking my head. Bap bap bap bap bap<\/strong>, it’s very rhythmic and somehow kind of soothing. I’m not the biggest fan of head massages, but then again there wasn’t much massage in anything that’d been done so far.<\/p>\n

Bap bap bap<\/strong>, This will make you smarter. Increase your memory.<\/em> Awesome. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to finish my experience report, teach a session on TW values, and produce session notes for other classes that I’ve been slowly putting together. I’ve been procrastinating.<\/p>\n

You may have guessed by now that I’m getting my first ayurvedic massage<\/a>; and, it’s not like what I’m typically used to. The woman giving it seemed really old but looked young. Her hands were strong and wizened. I’m not sure why, but I envisioned her as a tiny bent-over 90-year old woman. She seemed very old and very small but at the same time strong and precise.<\/p>\n

I started out in a chair where she covered my head in oil and ayurvedic powder. After the smacking, I was moved to a polished wooden trough. I would quickly learn the significance of the shape — it keeps you from sliding off the side. As she started the massage and drizzled me with oil and powder, I felt a bit like I was being basted on a Wet Banana<\/a>. When it was time to move she had to help me so I wouldn’t hurt myself.<\/p>\n

It all started with my belly button, with circles that felt like she was pulling bits of my life force out through my umbilicus. Then came full-body movements and very quick but precise point pressure. And, somehow by pushing points on my feet, she managed to make the pain in my shoulders go away. There was a lot of this pressure, pinching, hitting, and heat that seemed to just fire out of her hands. Where is this coming from?<\/em> I kept wondering.<\/p>\n

Throughout the entire massage, there was no modesty. No one seemed to care so I didn’t. India is such a dichotomy sometimes.<\/p>\n

After about an hour of this, I was put into a tiny steam room where I sat and released every single toxin in my body through free-flowing sweat rivulets. At first, it was rather nice, then soothing, and finally I had to add another Where is this coming from?<\/em> as it felt like I<\/strong> was being sucked out through my pores.<\/p>\n

How do I feel? Exhausted. For some reason, it was an incredibly exhausting experience. And, as an added bonus, I went into the massage with Delhi Belly and came out with everything as it should be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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