Dr. Chavan's Neti pot in Los Angeles. My first yoga teacher and a humble life-inspiration, MH. India

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© Etan Doronne

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On February 2007 I landed at this town after what is described in my other story 'Lucky being lost' up here.

Dr. Chavan was mentioned to me by my guest house owner, Ravi, who's son had some motoric disability and was regularly helped by the yoga teacher.

Ravi told me: 'He's not asking for any fee or charge but you do have to arrive there every day'

A couple days passed and one morning as I sat with my Mondkar friends at their then Rickshaw and light truck auto financing little shop, a man came by the store front. He was lean and his easy smile exposed a missing tooth. I thought at first that he is a beggar. Then one of the brother said 'here is your yoga teacher'.

When I first arrived to the little parking lot under a two story building, there were the town's teachers and doctors practicing Asana's (yoga postures) on a carpet that lay over the two vacant car ports.

Dr. Chavan left the old students to practice on their own and dedicated all the time to me.

Each day he taught me new practices. He was my first Yoga, Pranayam and morning cleansing (Jala Neti and stomach rinse) teacher. But more then that, he was a life coach for me just by being who he is, leading by example.

This Neti pot I photoed this week travels along with me since then. It was Rs. 25 (Rupees) and was the only money I ever expensed with Dr. Chavan (not including the pair of chapples /flip-flops of the same model he wore, that I gifted him by my grateful will before leaving town).

Since then I emailed his son, sent a Diwali post card an recently, in 2011 visited him again as I stayed in town for a couple of months.

It's definitely hard to describe in words what he teaches with very little of those. I just know the feeling the expands through my body whenever I think of him.

My India: Where every village is home - Experience !

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