Next month disinformation is releasing a new film from documentarian Albert Nerenberg, Laughology. It’s the fourth film we’ve distributed for Albert and we have a lot of faith in him, even if we had never heard of Laughter Yoga before.
It turns out it’s massive and the public library next door to our office in New York has free classes, so a few of us went along. If you can get over the embarrassment factor, it actually does seem to work. The New York Times has just discovered the same thing:
I was in a vile, despicable mood when I arrived at laughter yoga. It was Wednesday, and my brain felt torn in one too many directions; the usual, only worse. Laughter seemed a remote possibility.
I waited patiently inside a nondescript office at 40th Street and Broadway among a group of wildly divergent strangers, with only my skepticism to keep me company.
“There are some simple rules,” Vishwa Prakash, the laughter therapist and coach who runs this group, told us at the start of the session, which is free. “Let’s be as joyful as we can. Let’s look at each other directly in the eye. And if you don’t know what’s happening, fake it till you make it.”
An hour later I floated out onto Broadway, ready to break into song and speed-dial a few friends to sign them up for the next class. This stuff worked.
Anyone who knows a down dog from an up dog can tell you that yoga — which traveled through several time zones and incarnations to take root and flourish in America — is a booming, multibillion-dollar business. It was only a matter of time, then, before the practice spawned an assortment of spinoffs: yogalates, yogaerobics, acroyoga, AntiGravity Yoga, yoga spinning and laughter yoga, to name a few.
Which raises the question: How much yoga do you find in these yogaish offerings?
The answer is not much, at least in the three hybrids that I explored recently: acroyoga (an acrobatic type of partner yoga), antigravity yoga and laughter yoga. This is not to say that they are unworthy. It’s just that, in general, they are to yoga what a Starbucks Java Chip Frappuccino is to a shot of espresso: The caffeine is there, but with all the extras the coffee is barely recognizable.
Of the three, laughter yoga was my favorite, despite the fact there were no spinal twists or warrior poses or chaturangas. Pioneered in 1995 by Dr. Madan Kataria, a physician from India, it is related to yoga as we know it only in the mental and spiritual sense.
“HO, HO, HA, HA, HA,” Mr. Prakash said, loudly, beginning the first exercise. We all repeated: “HO, HO, HA, HA, HA. HO, HO, HA, HA, HA.”
There were about 20 of us walking around his office in a circle. I went to shake one woman’s hand, as instructed, when she showed me her cast. “I fractured my right wrist. HO, HO, HA, HA, HA.”
There was no trace of traditional humor: No jokes. No amusing stories. Just simple improvlike exercises meant to get the laughter rolling. And because it is infectious, before long, the room was full of raucous, rollicking, gut-busting laughter. We flapped our arms like chickens, threw pretend snowballs at one another, rode imaginary bicycles and peeled giant bananas, all with the goal of reclaiming the laughter we gradually lose as we grow up…
[continues in the New York Times]