Yoga (Sanskrit, Pāli: योग, yoga) is the Hindu practice of physical, mental, and spiritual discipline, originating in ancient India. The goal of yoga, or of the person practicing yoga, is the attainment of a state of perfect spiritual insight and tranquility while meditating on the Hindu concept of divinity or Brahman. The word is associated with meditative practices in Hinduism, Jainism, and Buddhism.
Within Hindu philosophy, the word yoga is used to refer to one of the six orthodox (āstika) schools of Hindu philosophy. Yoga in this sense is based on the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, and is also known as Rāja Yoga to distinguish it from later schools. Patanjali's system is discussed and elaborated upon in many classical Hindu texts, and has also been influential in Buddhism and Jainism. The Bhagavad Gita introduces distinctions such as Jnana Yoga ("yoga based on knowledge") vs. Karma Yoga ("yoga based on action").
Other systems of philosophy introduced in Hinduism during the medieval period are bhakti yoga, and hatha yoga.
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A.C.O.D. follows a seemingly well-adjusted Adult Child of Divorce (Adam Scott) who is forced to revisit the chaos of his parents (Catherine O'Hara and Richard Jenkins) bitter divorce all over again after his younger brother (Clark Duke) decides to get married.
Keywords: 9th-birthday, acronym-in-title, adultery, animosity, anniversary-party, asian-american, baseball-cap, bell-ringing, birthday, birthday-cake
He's about to ruin a perfectly good divorce.
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Two lovers, Yoga and Parvathi, meet on the battlefield of the Sri Lankan civil war. As the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam attack the Sri Lankan army and tighten their grip on the Tamil people, Yoga and Parvathi struggle with feelings for each other and their own commitments to the LTTE. Parvathi's family is relocated to a concentration camp and Yoga is sent on a mission to Colombo by a jealous LTTE commander. But they soon meet again in battle and Parvathi becomes pregnant with Yoga's child. In the final days of the war, the Sri Lankan army closes in on the LTTE and rescues the Tamil refugees, and the lovers desperately flee the army and the LTTE for the sake of their baby.
We have your daughter, no more factory farms
We have your daughter, no more factory farms
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A young man wakes up chained to metal chair in a room painted a sickening shade of pink and illuminated by a single blinding block of neon lights placed at his right. A razor blade hangs on a string before him, and sharp pink pencils are aimed at his left eye and stomach. He does not know where he is or why he is there. Periodically, a beautiful young woman dressed in floral summer dress enters the room and performs cruel and calculated acts of seemingly senseless torture. Who is she? Why is she doing this? What has he done to deserve this? And most importantly, will he survive?
Keywords: hit-and-run, revenge, torture
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A radical, new indie studio emerges in the City. Everyone feels the buzz and wants some of the action. But who's floating the production? Who's this Myster Ey? Where's the mastermind in charge of things? He's been spotted by inquiring minds, but nobody can verify his identity. In fact, too many wannabes are claiming to be him. How many scammers are running around in the industry? One thing is for sure, there's going to be trouble on the movie set! In a complex society there are two perspectives... One is the microcosm - the individual looks at the group and what does he see? Is it a reflection of himself in them? The other is the macrocosm, the group looks at the individual and what do they see? Do they all see themselves in him? Do they identify with him? Perhaps a bit too much. Especially concerning the individual known as Mister E. Does the E stand for: eager? evil? energy? example? enigma? Simply put, Mister E is Mister E-go, pure ego. To have the adoration of fans, the hungry public; to be the power, the attraction, the center of attention. As we're about to observe, each and every one of us, would love to be the one and only EGO. Yet there are big problems, when everyone wants to be Mister E, as they tend to cancel out each other - or to get canceled out. Little do they know that, forces are at work to keep the social balance between microcosm and macrocosm. Keeping all the Mister E Egos in check.
Keywords: ego, identity, impersonation, satire
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A radical, new indie studio emerges in the City. Everyone feels the buzz and wants some of the action. But who's floating the production? Who's this Myster Ey? Where's the mastermind in charge of things? He's been spotted by inquiring minds, but nobody can verify his identity. In fact, too many wannabes are claiming to be him. How many scammers are running around in the industry? One thing is for sure, there's going to be trouble on the movie set! In a complex society there are two perspectives... One is the microcosm - the individual looks at the group and what does he see? Is it a reflection of himself in them? The other is the macrocosm, the group looks at the individual and what do they see? Do they all see themselves in him? Do they identify with him? Perhaps a bit too much. Especially concerning the individual known as Mister E. Does the E stand for: eager? evil? energy? example? enigma? Simply put, Mister E is Mister E-go, pure ego. To have the adoration of fans, the hungry public; to be the power, the attraction, the center of attention. As we're about to observe, each and every one of us, would love to be the one and only EGO. Yet there are big problems, when everyone wants to be Mister E, as they tend to cancel out each other - or to get canceled out. Little do they know that, forces are at work to keep the social balance between microcosm and macrocosm. Keeping all the Mister E Egos in check.
Keywords: ego, identity, impersonation, satire
We had our passports out and the kits to fix 'em up with
And the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling
I watched 'em box with one another like punch and judy
It was dangerous and delightful
It was that kind of feeling
When you said you were sure there was nothing standing in our way
And the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all around bombay
I saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors
And I wondered how we'd ever get by without it
And you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle
Poison in the water
Little doubt about it
And you said that one of us would be all alone someday
And the truth of it echoed inexhaustably all across bombay
It might not last
So we're gonna record everything
Trip the power on
And we'll set up our equipment
And we'll be there for that moment
When our world is transformed from night to dawn
It's an outside chance
That the light will be reflected
And our lives will be connected
In the same sphere, as we glance each other's eyes
Open up the mic
'Cos we're gonna record everything
This is a moving part
This is a big idea, just waiting to spark
Clank out those random parts
A kinetic freedom's reaching
Between the earth and the stars
Don't hold me, don't fuck with me.
Just do it.
[bjork babble] ooooh.
[bjork babble] ooooh.
[bjork babble]
Don't hold me down, don't fuck with me.
I can want it.
[bjork babble] ooooh.
(x2)
(beautiful bjork babble)
Oooooh.
Just do it, don't fuck with me.
Don't hold me down, I'm jumping.