Thursday, July 29, 2010

License Rescue Columbus 614

"Art is life, life is art!"


If Manish Pathak takes the stage, the Indians turned within seconds into Nataraj himself, the king of the dance. To modern Indian music, he lives by love, hate, fear, joy and sorrow with such intensity that the feelings of the viewers skip. "New Indian Dance" is the name of this style, the Manish, who has also prescribed the abstract painting, practiced in Berlin.

"My art is not the painting and dancing to live my art," says Manish. How is itself a work of art? "It's simple: with the help of my two gurus - God and my grandmother, "says Manish. "And of course with the support of Ganesha," said he smiling, and pointed to the small copper statue of the elephant-headed god in space.

grew up first with Manish grandmother said in Patna, the capital of Bihar state, northeastern India. Why his parents had left him behind when she moved to Calcutta? "I do not know. My mother was a housewife, so there was no reason, "he says. "But I am very grateful to her for this decision."

Beyond the conventions

For the first five years of his life he spent under the care of an extraordinary woman. His "Maa," as he called her grandmother lovingly, was a liberal-minded, devout Brahmin who cared about conventions.

"Maa rode a bike, what is befitting for a woman of her rank at all at that time." She also loved to swim across to the holy river Ganges - also a rather exaggerated activity for a woman. After a meeting with the Italian educator Maria Montessori reform the mother of seven followed up on a Montessori school in their own house.

Before her marriage she was an artist and with her student nurse by Rabindranath Tagore, the Bengal all-rounder and the first Asian Nobel laureate. As opposed to the traditional school system that had its own school for his children - Shanti Niketan-- founded, is also intuitive and still learned by example. The special talent of Manish grandmother was a spiritual song.

"The sister was far more talented than Maa," says Manish. She could not sing very well, but also painting and dancing. When she was married and had children later, she asked her husband one day before a crucial decision: Family or art. "She decided immediately to the arts and left the family," said Manish. What a scandal! But that's another story.

An idyllic childhood

"Maa was not so obsessed with art." After her marriage she sang only in the family and inherited her artistic genes of some of their children - as well as Manish. "Music was for me from the start as the air we breathe," he explained.

He loved the time on the large estate of his grandparents. "It was a beautiful garden with typical Indian food, but also a guava plantation, where I played as you wish with my friends," he recalls.

took after five years of this idyllic life to an abrupt End. Manish parents brought her son to the capital of West Bengal - "for me it was like an exile from paradise," he describes the first major change in his life.

In the next two years he became ill again and again. "So Maa had come regularly and get me for a while to Patna." By the time he got used to living in Calcutta, however, his family and friends to whom he vortanzte always welcome. "Painting and dancing were part of my everyday life". To the annoyance of his father, a teacher, he also decorated the school books and folders with his drawings.

The father's sake

His father was also the one who insisted that the son is studying at the University of Calcutta "economics. Manish did him the favor, however, wrote immediately after the examination in an Institute of Languages.

1995, he then tried his luck abroad. "I did not have the strong feeling of love I had in my early childhood in Patna. And so he set out first in Singapore to search. Since he was able to get a work permit, this trip was short-lived. Three months later he had returned to India.

waited there, "the worst years of my life for me" he recalls. "I felt really down in Calcutta. Every day was an ordeal for me and I felt that this situation would never end. " He went to Delhi and Bangalore, to find work, "but somehow I knew that I had to leave India."

But where? Australia, Russia or Italy? "My friends made fun of me already, you'll never make it to the jump," she said, "recalls Manish.

A new life

1998, he finally applied for a residence permit in Canada and "three years later, I was lucky Owner of a Canadian visa. For him it was the beginning of a new life.

lived in Canada, he first in Vancouver, then in Toronto. His money he earned in a large bookstore. "One day, Linda saw a colleague and friend, my pictures and said, 'Manish doing what you doing here? You are an artist and not a book dealer, you have to paint! "This he could not imagine at that time. "I had never thought to be an artist."

But the words of his girlfriend left him no peace and he devoted more and more of the painting. Maybe it was because that during this time he often felt very lonely. "Canada I liked very much, but it was not my home. I still lacked that perfect feeling of love, the feeling of security - or shelter, "he says. He found his pictures. About 200 works he created a few years.

Every picture is the expression of his current mental state. All they arise by the same ritual. "As a Hindu priest, I put the material before me on the floor," he explains. While Hindu priests the gifts in fire, Manish brings it "times quietly, sometimes screaming or crying" on canvas, wood or paper. "By the time a picture is finished, it can take hours, days, but even months - I am exhausted at the end and empty, "says Manish.

India only to visit

followed exhibitions in Toronto and New York. After the tsunami in 2004, he organized an impromptu show and donated the proceeds of sales of pictures. "If something bad happens in India, then it's just me bad," he says.

A life on the subcontinent, he can not imagine anymore. "As soon as I am in Calcutta, I get nervous after a few days," he describes his mood. The town he describes as "too loud and too intense, because I think it is never too long."

However, he is thoroughly Indian. "I dream often in Hindi, can only cook Indian, and feel the Indian music as the most intense music of the world, "he says. Of course, he also loves Indian literature, especially the novels of Salman Rushdie. "His language is so vibrant, dynamic and colorful - just like life on the streets of India."

2005, he visited Calcutta for the first time met, while his great love, a native of Potsdam. And so began a new chapter in life, Manish, "though this love was not returned. He began to learn German and two years later landed in the capital of Brandenburg. As his knowledge of German is not perfect, were, he came immediately to the dance school "factory". "I just knocked, pre-cut -. And it was good"

At home

arrived Today he lives in Berlin, and feels finally arrived home. "Berlin was the 12th Stop on my search for love, "he says. Soon after his arrival at the Zoo Station, "came over me suddenly this intense, wonderful feeling that was lost to me since my childhood." The Berlin understood his questions right away and helped him find the desired address. "From the first moment I found my way around the city."

Dance as an active art form thus fits exactly to its current Phase of life. "Loneliness can I best express himself in painting and love dancing." About the Germans by surprise early on only positive. "My friends had warned me, but I meet only at a very nice and open people," he stressed.

He particularly like the direct way to meet with him to Berlin. His experiences on the immigration authorities are more reminiscent of a good conversation with good friends than to a government appointment.

"My wife Ditting clerk showed great interest in my life here. She always wants to know how it goes with the dancing, my praises progress in German, and wishes me at parting each time lucky, "he says with a smile in his eyes. Such meetings are very important to him because "I need people around me."

light and shadow

But where is light, shadow and known - and so Manish response is not only enthusiasm. "Of course there are people I go deliberately out of the way - maybe it scares my intense charisma". These extreme reactions to them can be best experienced in its interpretation of the Beedi song from a Bollywood movie.

The mixture of (an indicated) Striptease and classical Indian dance has done it to his fans. "After each performance they want this dance as a bonus, "says Manish. Many Indian viewers - especially older people - usually other hand, react in horror.

Although there is no lack of requests, Manish occurs relatively rarely. "When I dance, I forget the audience and everything else around me," he says. "I see only bright light and turn me into the dance." After such an intense experience, he felt not only physically, but mentally exhausted completely.

Since it costs much less energy to teaching. "But this is art," says the 40-year-old. "If my students appear tired and worn out from working in the dance studio and go two hours later with glowing eyes home, I feel quite satisfied. "

Contact: Manish Pathak

www.manish1313.blogspot.com

© Marlies Moser

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Frequent Urination But Negative Pregnancy Test

Mystic Travel - A journey to India and to myself


It is nine clock in the morning. I just lay in the most beautiful room of our "guest house" come and enjoy a Reiki treatment. From the hands of Simon, my mentor, which, fortunately, is also a Reiki Master, a pleasant coolness flows to my eyes. Outside, some participants are sitting under coconut trees on the large wooden table at breakfast. Up on the rooftop terrace followed by another part of the group as instructed by Prasad, our yoga teacher, in which each exercise looks so easy. We are in Kerala, the second smallest state in India, in the extreme southwest of the subcontinent. Front of us, below the red-brown cliffs, there is a wide sandy beach and the bright blue Arabian Sea.

We are a diverse group and come from all over Europe. The motives for the trip to India are as varied as the participants themselves, some of the 30 - to 66-year-olds who enjoy a pure wellness holidays with yoga, meditation and daily Ayurvedic Treatments. Others want to visit some ashram to experience the paradise backwaters or go to the Periyar National Park, where wild elephants, monkeys, and - watch Tiger - with good luck. For me, a four-day trip to the 800 kilometers to Bangalore to visit a palm leaf library will be the highlight of my stay in India.

The central place of our journey, however, Varkala, a Hindu pilgrimage site, about 50 kilometers from the capital city of Trivandrum. Varkala has been discovered about 15 years ago by individual tourists. We are housed in three adjoining houses, each a gem in itself. I feel right at home here. If I want to share with other participants, I go to the main house, where someone is always in a hammock, eat fruit or on the bench outside the house sits and chats. Cliff to the north, where some resort, shops and open-air restaurants lined the beads as a chain together, it is to walk just over 15 minutes.

Relax with Ayurveda and yoga

staht In the early days especially Ayurveda - the science of long life - in the foreground. Doctor Manoj, our doctor, takes half an hour for me, looks me straight in the eye, measures the pulse and asks questions about my health and my life at home. Because the focus of his research is on Causes, not symptoms of a complaint. Of his regular visits Germany-he knows all too well that the diseases of the tourists are often psychosomatic. On the second day begin the daily head, face and body massages that I can take additional applications such as the forehead, foot massage or facials for two hours. I'm thrilled. The kneading, milling and pressing so nice, calm. After the massage, I feel completely relaxed and reborn. My mood improved from the first treatment.

The daily rhythm runs in Varkala quite different than at home. Clock at 6:30, at sunrise, I start with yoga. Then there is breakfast and the day's program will be presented: sometimes there is a little more, sometimes "only" a few meditation or Reiki. For me today is from the breakfast because I was given an application. After the massage I eat something and let the rest of the day simply relaxing only the soul. I am relaxing on the terrace in the garden and on the beach, listen to the cawing of the birds and admire the elegant style of flying eagles. My current difficult life in Germany is so far away, negative thoughts do not interest me. I focus only on the moment and enjoy this new facility. In the evening I have a feeling that I had a long day behind me, although I had not done much. Discovering and enjoying the slow pace makes me very satisfied.

The food is a new experience. Somehow, everything here tastes much more intense than in Germany. In particular, the local spices - cardamom, cumin, turmeric and chili - by my taste buds felt more strongly. The national dish in South India called Thali. There is an assortment of different vegetable dishes with sauces and pastes that is done the traditional way on a banana leaf in a semicircle around a portion of rice. I'm learning to eat with your fingers and realize that this is not all that difficult - and especially that it is much more sensual, the food include no metal cutlery with the mouth.

fascinating backwaters

The idyllic life in Varkala is interrupted from time to time by one-or multi-day trips. At the end of the first week we head to the famous backwaters, a 1500 km long, branched network of lagoons, lakes and rice fields. In addition to the typical Kerala coconut palms, banana and spice gardens lining the waterways. From our house boat I see children in school uniform on the way home, women wash their laundry on the canal and peasants who travel in small canoes past us. Everything is so exotic, yet look at these pictures look familiar. An old Man appears on the bank, then stops and looks me in the quiet and friendly eyes. His melancholy look tells a few minutes everything: light and shadow, joy and sorrow, life and death. I get goose bumps, can not escape me his view, however. Finally, he waved to me briefly and move on.

audience with Amma

lies at the backwaters and the ashram of Amma, one of the few women among the gurus in India. It has set itself the goal to embrace as many people as possible. Since they just bored in her ashram, we go out for a day. We are led to the darshan hall, where she sits on a stage. Right and left of their posts long Queuing. Amma hugged one by one, each says something in his ear and radiates to their visitors. I sit a while in the hall and watch the brief encounters that she has with the visitors. At last I may be incorporated into the series of women. A few yards in front of her, I suddenly feel very moved and fight back tears. This feeling disappears, the closer I come up to her. I am asked what language I speak, get instructions how to kneel down, and am only a step away from Amma.

My emotion is transformed into a strong feeling of happiness, and suddenly I am down to Amma's breast. She whispers me something in his ear, I do not understand, and pushes me again very shortly. Then tells me a disciple, Amma invite me to sit a few minutes quite near them. So I can breathe again briefly this special atmosphere and the many happy faces around me Amma around memorize.

palm leaf library: Looking into the future

In the last week I'm going with six participants from Bangalore to palm leaf library. From this visit, I hope that important information for my immediate future, because I've been a long time are in a deadlock. Already on the long train ride departs so far gained a quiet nervousness and large Fear. What do I do if I find that my life will continue to be very difficult? even a palm leaf for me will be there? According to legend, there should be a total of only about 1.3 million palm leaves with CVs.

the station of Bangalore, we are Matt and Rahima, our tutors for the high-tech center picked up and taken to the hotel. The first four of us have an appointment. Once in the waiting room of the library, I am still an oral examination. I drive away the time writing postcards and doing a bit of small talk with others who are also nervous. I finally my turn.

Gruha Nadi, the Palm-leaf readers are, I immediately felt in the right place to be. My fear is gone. He asks for some personal data leaves the room and come back soon with some 30 centimeters long and five centimeters wide, palm leaves, which look like wooden tablets, and are tied at the corners with a cord. Nadi Gruha pulls the cord, ask for more data and is very fast my personal palm leaf. He immediately comes to the bottom of my visit to talk and tell me what will change in the coming years and how I can shape my destiny positively. Although my English is very good, I'm glad I have Matt sitting next to me as an interpreter. Nadi Gruha explained to me why my life is what it is, and tells me about the strengths and weaknesses in my previous life. He tells me situations in my life so far and reminds me of certain feelings I had as a child. I lose all sense of time. Finally, I must still ask questions. The answers are reassuring.

Soon it's back to Varkala, which is after the noisy and dusty Bangalore a real oasis. I've got one day to enjoy this special place on earth that I would have never discovered without Mystic Travel well. The team, led by Tim H. Pfordte makes my life here as pleasant as possible made, what kind of India-novice like me was very important. Of the four caring tutors, I have learned how to behave properly in the city, shopping or talking to rickshaw drivers. Their personal stories that connect with India, have touched me. In the three weeks I realized that I too will travel a few more times in the subcontinent, to continue to find myself.

© Marlies Moser