I practiced Yoga for the very first time today. Me and fifteen some local ladies crowded in a dark room. Then the teacher- a middle aged, bulky sized man wearing sport clothes came in. Honestly, his looking was far from what i expected. Those Yoga masters in my mind were very thin, with tranditional Indian gowns on. But he just looked to ordinary. Then the class began. All of us laid on mats, one, two, three, four, leg raising, arm raising, foot circling... We even did sit-ups! I felt kinda weird since i had never seen any yoga practice like this before. But everybody else was just totally absorbed into doing what the teacher instructed. One, two, three, four, leg raising, arm raising, foot circling... the last ten minutes, the teacher finally asked us to do something which i saw from TV before-- to cross legs and stay still, then he said something in Bangali or some other language i couldn't understand at all, in which most of the words ended with "-achi" or something like that. I didn't know if he was trying to make a zen atmosphere or whatnot. When it finished, i felt kinda disappointed. I didn't get anything about yoga, even though i sweated a lot. And an idea just stuck in my mind: " Man, this is not a yoga class, it is a P.E. class."