Yoga Cannibal Regurgitated

Yoga Cannibal, consumed by modern life|

Her emphasis on all the trappings of the “modern urban yogini” are funny and fitting: the cell phone in the breast-emphasizing yoga shirt; the desire to “do this for yourself” because by doing things for yourself, you’re actually giving to the world; and even the constant peddling of her snake-oil. The only thing missing was a to-go coffee cup.

I wanted to like this show, because I agree with the message, but Ahuja’s slap-stick mimicry of the real world did nothing new to convey it.

Ahuja’s character is going through a nervous breakdown. The more successful she becomes in the world of yoga, the more she loses herself. This is pointed out by her unseen actress girlfriend who dumps her with a text message. As a writer, she had failed financially. Becoming a poster-child for Yoga Incorporated gave her the wealth she wished for, but turns her suicidal. Recognize the story line?

Writer Yvette Nolan needs either an original take on this well-documented theme, or an interesting plot-line to give the subtext more character.

It is a theme which would have worked well five years ago when people fully bought in to corporate yoga (and bought and bought and bought), but the release of documentaries like Yoga Inc. has made commodity karma overt and further relevations unecessary.

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By Miranda Huron