tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66052495558789231912024-02-20T11:02:38.346-08:00Beautiful RelationshipsHuman looks for like minded people and quest for love remains paramountshavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-25084680533896160822023-08-10T23:17:00.007-07:002023-08-10T23:26:17.922-07:00<span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-size: 18px;">“</span><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">What though the field be lost? All is not Lost; the unconquerable will, And a study of revenge, immortal hate, And the courage never to submit or yield.” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost</span><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"> All IS NOT LOST:</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"> </span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">This inspires me to write</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">though most things have changed</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">but all is not lost</span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b>Satan, the heroic figure of John Milton says this...</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b>If I affirm what Lucifer says</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b> It motivates me, glides on my head</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b>Sits like a crown</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); font-size: 18px;"><b>But I forgive you </b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b>No revenge, no detest,</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b> because my Paradise is not lost</b></span></span></div><div><b style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px;"> I follow almighty</b></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b>And I believe in his justice</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b>He will do it right </b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><b>I may or may not be able to fight.</b></span></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(16, 110, 190, 0.18); color: #111111; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-25259338144562123512023-08-10T23:06:00.001-07:002023-08-10T23:06:10.814-07:00<div><br /></div><div>THE LAST RIDE<div><br /><div>Your last ride when rhymes with last rites,</div></div><div><br /></div><div> You intend to cry but you cannot scream,</div><div><br /></div><div> you were bubbling with dreams,</div><div><br /></div><div>you were cheerful and replete with a gleam.</div><div> </div><div> Then suddenly a bolt from the blue,</div><div><br /></div><div>Came and took all your positive vibes,</div><div><br /></div><div> You could not explain but the adversity claims,</div><div><br /></div><div>All favors which were steamy and bright</div><div> </div><div> The surroundings say you are not right.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let these gloomy days pass, they quoth and it seems</div><div><br /></div><div> One day it will go, but nobody knows</div><div> </div><div> How agonising this experience is?</div><div><br /></div><div>Killing you from inside each day, each night.</div><div> </div><div>Compelling me to think, will it be my last ride?</div><div><br /></div><div> By Shaveta Narula</div><div> </div></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-35238357617853212972023-08-07T02:54:00.006-07:002023-08-07T02:54:29.816-07:00<p> <span style="font-family: Algerian;">
</span><span style="font-family: Algerian;">Deception: A Quest for real love:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
(Same old story with a different perspective, the perspective of a modern
woman)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Who can define love?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">People in the world can have philosophical views and can
affiliate her plight with a girl who did not follow the customary social
settings and got isolated in her
destiny but for her, it was only pious love. She gave it to her Kanha and got a
deception in love. Her body was still hot with his love. In her body still, her
Kanha was living and she used to have Raas with him in her dreams. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But then the gloomy picture of the reality, Modern Kanha,
who actually deserted her and left her all alone, was not real Lord Krishna, at
all. According to me, it was just her innocence, extremity of passion, and
emotions that she got deceived.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> When Love is accepted
by society then it can result in <span style="color: red;">Love Marriage</span>.
When <span style="color: red;">Love</span> is one-sided and is not responded is
still at least it is accepted as a pure form of love, but when it is not
responded gives anguish and endless agony.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> When intimacy is both-sided and one person proves a cheat then what it is?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> All other people have
ways to define; they have the power to explain but they can only be mere
spectators, can’t live that piousness of love, and are mere spectators.
Ironically in our society, things are decided and explained by those, who don’t
own it even.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> So let`s start with a
story, which made me wake up. Yes, I was just bearing that pain in my dreams
and now only at 1:43 Pm Friday 2017, have got up to write this love-tale which
I am writing after coming from Mathura- Vrindavan. My family had a journey
towards Mathura- Vrindavan and my heart had only one quest… Was Krishna still alive
in Vrindavan? My God did not answer me this question but I had a nightmare. A feeling
of anguish I had felt in my body like the heroine of my story `Radha’ might have. I
live my stories, I feel like the antagonists and protagonists of my stories.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Story of Radha:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Radha had been in
love with Kanha, but now she was just like a stone, feeling less. Was this the
end of contemporary love? Those who say Lord Krishna loved Radha and claim to
certify that love was pious should also read my story from the perspective of
contemporary society. My Kanha is not Lord Krishna and my Radha is not Radha
Rani of Vrindavan because I don’t want to hurt anybody`s religious feelings and
just take the names from ancient times to prove how people are spoiling
Lord Krishna`s name.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> My contemporary Radha personally did not
like to speak lies. For her truth and innocence were the ways of Godliness. She
met Kanha at her coaching classes. Kanha was a boy living in a small village
Shamgarh(Distt: Karnal). Radha was 22 Years old gal and she had seen Kanha when
she was engaged with Gopal. Her family had decided everything but for her, it
was not a marriage. She did not want to have that bond in which she did not
know a person. She wanted to have a strong passion and feelings before getting
married, which she could never feel for Gopal and the reason was unknown.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Engaged Radha, and met
Kanha outside Kirti coaching classes, where she was preparing for the banking
–exam. She had not thought to get married even but it was just the wish of her
parents that she had to live. How cruel the world seems when things do
not happen according to our wishes.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> So now the preachers
who themselves are living with the wish of getting fame and money would say`` Live
spontaneously, have no wish, accept what comes your way. ‘’ It was told to
her by Jagat jann_ni(the name of the character inspired by the movie P.K). Jagat-jan-ni
was usually in red clothes and a big car was gifted to her by her followers.
Radha`s family was a true devotee of Jagat Jan_jan-ni. Radha would have readily accepted the wish
of her parents and family members, till she met Kanha. Kanha touched her hand
at the time he was just giving her notebooks which fell down from her hands,
when she was returning hurriedly towards her house. That boy was seeking admission in Kirti coaching classes just that very day of their first meeting
and touching of hands was just all of a sudden. Still, this touching led to a
big disaster, which Radha could never even imagine. She went home and her body
was under a current of passion. She was a live red hot iron. She was warm with infatuation.
Her heart was skipping beats and she could listen and feel the sounds of her
heartbeats clearly.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> People usually define infatuation is not love, but it is a really complex question and I have ready a full-length questionnaire for those who differentiate between
infatuation and love. So let us forget the debate and continue with the story.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Radha could not sleep
and the whole night she was just brooding over that incident. It was not the first time
she had been touched by a male hand, then why this ardent passion was hitting
her today when she was engaged with Gopal. She again went to the coaching center
and her eyes started moving in the dark of destitution. Her beautiful black
eyes wanted to find a companion in isolation and she wanted to have just
another meeting with that guy Suddenly she heard the same magical voice
which was now converted to ``Excuse me’’ from the previous day`s ``Sorry’’. She
turned and saw the same boy standing. She thought at the time`` he is my only
love’’. He wanted to inquire from her about the reputation of the coaching center
before taking admission and how she could say it ill-reputed because she wanted
to be with him.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> He said, ``Hi, My
name is Kanha, I am new to the city. Could you please guide me about the
reputation of this coaching center and the way of teaching different
faculty members?’’ </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She first hesitated and then answered, ``Oh ya why not? ‘’
And then she narrated all the best things of that educational institute, which
existed or never ever existed. They both went towards a café and talked about
their hobbies and interests. She came
back with a strange feeling and because there was no commitment, they both
proceeded with exchanging notes, phone numbers, and books.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Now this meeting was
just usual. The boy was a stranger to that city and was living in PG for
acquiring knowledge from that institute. Even though they both had told each
other about their families and even talked to each other’s parents, still no commitment was made till three months. Radha was <span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">going to get married to Gopal the Next
year and according to her family, a girl should never talk much to her fiancé
before marriage, as it could lead to a physical reputation loss or loosing of
chastity of a gal. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Why do we give
this right to our sons that they can ruin anybody`s chastity but girls who are
victims are not taught to fight with that deception. We fill them with abundant fears and they lose the power to brawl with the cruelties of the world. They
even can’t recognize right and wrong, and then we tell them that they are a burden. We
deny comprehending the fact that they can also have feelings. They should not
have humane feelings, they should not have thoughts, and they should accept what
we teach them. We make them burdens; we
create a line of difference. A boy can talk vulgarly with his friends but a
girl if says the same thing then she is counted as a shameless idiot. About me
people can say`` Oh shame- less lady writing such naked and vulgar things. ’’ I
give a damn to this idiot thought.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Moving towards this <span style="color: red;">Love-deception
tale</span>-Radha met with Kanha`s mother in Dwarka-Delhi when her mother came
to meet him at his PG. Radha was residing with her family in Dwarka-Delhi only.
I am extremely sorry for telling it late that where she resided, but it was
just that venue did not matter. There are four members in Radha`s family her
father, her younger brother, and her mother; a small family happy family. Radha
was a responsible girl; she was quite innocent as people say. Kanha was the
only son of his parents, who were residing in the village of Shamgarh. His mother came to meet him at his PG and he
introduced Radha to her. Her mother was neither happy nor sad because she was
told by her son that, in cities, girls are very much open-minded, they meet
people and get closer to them even without having the intention of marriage. So his
mother went back with contentment that her son has not tried to break their
family tradition of having an arranged marriage and he was not spoilt but she
also carried a notion in her mind, ``How clever are city gals they try to trap
poor village boys?’’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Days passed
like this and after three months the commitment was needed from Kanha's side to
have sex with the girl. As Kanha knew that Radha was actually not clever and
was in love with him, they both met at his PG to make their first meeting
happen, when there was nobody. Radha and Kanha met because that time only
the physical needs were compelling them to meet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Oh, I forgot, Radha should have disobeyed the
craving for her body. She was so ill-mannered that she could not control her
passions, idiot, but this advice is not for modern Kanha, he has the right to spoil
the life of as many Gopis, by his choice. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Kanha had to commit and say `Yes’ to her for
marriage and Radha had thought that she would elope with Kanha. So now they had
a talk with each other on the phone and were lost in a completely new world. At that
time nobody would think what could be the future?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now only
forty-five days were left for Radha`s marriage and she insisted Kanha call
his parents otherwise she would get married to some stranger for her whole life of
hers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Very tough,
it is to define, who is a stranger to us? Who is right, who is wrong because
people in this globe are derived by their own good or ill-motives. To cheat
someone is also a kind of sin but it is only written in books and cheaters in
this world are rewarded and victims are tormented. Dwarkadheesh Krishna, who
was a symbol of eternal love can never be converted into a modern playboy and
would never hurt anybody`s feeling<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now Kanha
was not ready to take his responsibility and he had different aims. He could
have simply told her but the step he took was really dangerous and was an
action taken with impulsion and mind-less youth vigor. No doubt, his family's
teachings gave him support in this dilemma. He talked with a few of his friends and tried to
solve his financial and love problems side by side. He told Radha to elope with
him on a dark night and sold her like a commodity few thousand to a Sheik
in Dubai. This was how Radha`s love was reciprocated by Kanha. Radha could never return to her family after
this and Kanha is staying in Shamgarh with his so-called respected wife and
son. He has sometime pangs of conscience
but he answers it back loudly to his conscience, `` She was like that only, who
could give her body to me could give to anyone.’’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Radha now entertains every guest like a good
host and a deception has ruined her life. Later when the real Lord will take
revenge for this cheating is unknown but my heart says one day her cries will be
heard and modern Kanha will be punished. She also had sometimes feeling of
guilt by thinking`` I was engaged with Gopal, I cheated my parents and my
fiancée and got this deception in return, so nobody is at fault, only I am responsible.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Why her family did not teach her to fight
back? Why she could not gather the courage to answer back because her family
men had taught her`` A girl should never cross her boundaries otherwise God
punishes her.’’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> We need to change this old story by making our
girls able and our males sensible. Otherwise, the </span>gals will remain a burden, Kanhas will remain play-boys and Radhas will be tormented by society.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-39818791213874228802023-08-07T02:23:00.003-07:002023-08-07T02:23:14.035-07:00<p> <span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">A Visit to Krishna`s Place: In the Search of
Eternal Truth and Real Peace:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I was just sitting outside Krishan Janambhoomi Temple of Mathura and I; my two daughters and
my husband were just planning to visit the Krishan Janambhoomi temple. I
was also pondering over going inside but all of a sudden, my mood got
transformed. I have no reason to explain why this happened. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Preachers can define, `` Her soul is corrupt, so Lord did
not allow to come her inside or she is some evil incarnation and that’s why she
was stopped from going inside’. You as a reader are permitted to define
anything in your own creative way, I don’t have personal grudges. I saw poor people, beggars, cheaters in
Mathura-Vrindavan, and the same old idols of God, which I could see even in my area
or Google but why I came was just a quest of unknown truth. We had been to
Nidhi-van and were told some tales by the money-minded guides and looting
beggars. The beggar's donation of one rupee was just an inferior donation.
Some people have made giving donations a religion and lazy beggars have made
begging their occupation. `Cleanliness is Godliness’ and it was hardly visible
anywhere in this area. I tried to search for Krishna in shrines here and there and
was made to believe by the religious saints that it is there, according to the
myth, where Krishna left his actual black idol, that place was ruled by some
family people.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> I just remember one
thing by chance my younger daughter put her foot up to tie her shoelaces,
where that God-man was sitting. She was immediately scolded badly by a God-man,
`` Hey, getaway, you can’t put foot here.’’ Is hatred or contempt Krishna? Is
saying ill words to an innocent girl apt? Girl which is the real incarnation of the goddess on the earth.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> I told my family to
move forward. We also saw a big temple, in which some big idols of a God-man
were there. Temple was exuberant, beautiful, and eternal made by <span style="color: red;">the donations of the people, and was really luxurious</span>.
I could not find Krishna, only some beautiful paintings were there. The awesome
beauty, toil of so many workers, and passion and love of devotees were visible,
so peace was there. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Was Krishna in everything of beauty created by men? There was peace, cleanliness, and discipline.
Krishna is in our mind, our thoughts because it did not actually appear in
front of me and I was just mesmerized to see the beauty of the sculpture made
by thousands of workers. We rested that night and went by car to Mathura, the next morning.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Then later when I
reached outside the Janam-Bhoomi temple, policemen told us to deposit our
things and mobiles in the cloakroom. I just felt like I must wait outside and sit and
tell my family to visit the place from inside. They forced me to see that but
my answer was`` No’. I sat outside and all the suspicious police cops' males
and females started staring at me. It was really strange for them why I
was not going inside? I had no answer till a lady-cop came to me and asked, ``
Why have you not gone?’’ I simply said `` just like that’. But this answer
could not satisfy her, as she was a dutiful cop and to doubt was her right.
There I got Krishna outside Janam-Bhoomi temple. That lady –cop and all those
cops were so true to their duty that they did not want anyone to leave like
this. Then I don’t know how I started interacting with them. I said, `` Where is
God?’’ They were startled at my question. I repeated. `` For me, God is not
sitting inside, it’s in me.’’ </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> The lady cop enquired,
`` Are you Punjabi?’’ I replied`` Yes, I am’. My answer was just to satisfy
their quest not to tell my religion or mother tongue. She again asked, `` If you did not feel God
is here, then why you came so far’’. Her question was apt. I said, `` I just
love my family; they wanted my company, so I came. For me, God is not here in
these idols. He is actually with me, talking to you.’’ They were amazed but contented with my answer. I said, `` I know I am sounding a little odd but I just
came with my family’’ One of the male cops saw surprisingly and said, `` I saw a
living pious soul today on this earth’’ I thought it was sarcasm but he said
with such a trust that I had to believe that he also supported my notions.
As even the lady cop said the same, `` he also talks like you’.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lady Cop asked, ``To which God do you follow? ‘’ I said, `` I
say Jai Shri Ram when I am in problem but it does not mean that I don’t like Krishna.
I say this because my family has taught me this since childhood and now this is
my habit to enchant this name but I don’t light any lamp daily, I don’t have any
routine. I just feel Krishna is my duty, my work. It is the first time that
I have not gone to any temple, just like that, for no reason, because whether I go
or not it’s one and the same thing for me.’’</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> I smiled and saw my
family coming out from the temple. I got lord Krishna in the duty of dutiful
cops and such religiously dutiful people. Not because they praised me but
because they were doing their duties aptly. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> Words of that male
cop, who was guarding Janam-Bhoomi temple, are just echoing in my mind, `` God
does not believe in Fraudulent actions, he lives in piousness and truth’’.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> I also support his
view. God never supports lies, stop believing any man/woman can be God. Your
weakness is your enemy. When you are in pain or extreme happiness, you
gradually move to people who support you and lure you with their sweet words.
Searching for that sweetness is your humbleness. Get strength inside you and believe in the light inside you, faith inside you. No superfluous thing can compete with
your inner light.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Still, I feel I disgraced the actual God which is the beauty
of the idols made by humans. We should have something to kneel down on, we should
have something to look upon and we must bow to greatness.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Real God may be invisible but it is still there where we
intend to see it.</p>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-34145969087790663522023-08-07T00:38:00.002-07:002023-08-07T02:24:22.451-07:00<p> Life is so unpredictable; you cannot think about what is going to happen. You can plan or ask for but still, things will go on as they have to. Who proves to be wrong, it is all about time. How would you forget anything so serious and critical? It may be easy for someone but I would say mental trauma is real, and it's not that you are always in the same mood We are sometimes in the best of health, and control but on the other hand, we just feel like a trapped victim, and believe me, being a victim is the worst feeling.</p><p>I hate hating people but when people hate, then I have to reciprocate. Do I have to act like a Gandhian or will I have to ask an eye for an eye?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-4167345731351581932023-08-06T01:12:00.005-07:002023-08-06T01:12:27.138-07:00<p> <span style="font-family: Algerian; font-size: 14pt;">My Dear:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My dear, you are not near<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> You are so far
in un-trodden lands,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Dreaming the day when you will be near,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Will you mind
having my hand in your hand?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Two souls
together, yours and mine dear,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Played together in the dreamlands.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Some intimate
moments of fun and cheer, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Will you mind having your head in my Lap?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Your dry lips
and mine juicy rosier,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> We wrote the
name on wet sand;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> In a state, as
each rose petal meets other,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> We will unite
in each other`s bosom on lands,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Indeed, these moments will not remain forever,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> We have to
part with each other not remain lovers,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Because you
are my timid paramour,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Agency FB","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Not going to
fight with the world`s swaddling bands.<o:p></o:p></span></p>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-35362814566222489082023-08-05T08:30:00.003-07:002023-08-05T08:37:30.937-07:00<p> <span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Shaveta Narula is not a new name for the people in the District of Karnal. She was born and brought up in a Punjabi family in the year 1975 and got married in 1996. </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-3d81793a-7fff-abdc-4a68-d3bc6d0c63f3"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> As a writer and poetess, she had remained an amateur poet since the age of 10 years. She still recalls the incident when she wrote her first comedy short play ` Devtao ka Rashan’ when she went to get sugar from a ration shop. Then she wrote love lyrics but her family was not much liberal to accept her writings and love poems so she could not give wings to her dreams of being a writer and poetess. She still managed to get her patriotic poems published in her school magazine. Later her poems were published in a few of the newspapers too. She is a famous blogger and content writer. She is bilingual and can write in Hindi and English. She has written a Hindi song titled` Bhool Jana’, sung by a budding singer Mohit Bhutani, on `YouTube’. She is a versatile writer and can imagine a lot of things.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> This is her first published book and is unique in the sense that it only needs a little time to read and one can finish this in a very short period. The world has become too fast and the young generation generally doesn’t have time to read long books and novels. So, it is an initiative to keep young readers' reading habits alive. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Hope you will like it and appreciate it!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Send your views the email: shaveta_narula@yahoo.com</span></p><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605249555878923191.post-87504669205050422512021-10-19T22:30:00.001-07:002023-08-05T08:35:51.618-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 1;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">An exciting Morning walk :( From my childhood
memories)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>A knowledgeable person can never be
bound to the flowery bands of nature and an innocent person can only enjoy
the lap of nature.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am basically a town girl, so
remained very close to nature, in my childhood days. Ours is a small town
surrounded by natural mountains milieu. I have so many experiences in my mind
to explain and it’s too difficult to choose one of those, but still, I would
like to recoil the memories of a morning walk. My father used to go on dawn
walks. Whenever he used to go, I remained in bed till he returned from the
walk. I was about eleven years old at that time. Once I told my father that I
would also go with him on a walk. Those were the days of winter and my father
even told me that it was too tough to wake up at 5 and walk in winter. I
started crying and stubbornly said that at any cost I would go with him in the
morning. So, my father woke me up at 5 A.M in the morning. As my father made me
wake up, I just stood up and got ready. We started at 5:30 am from home. It was
intensely cold and still; the light of the moon was making the streets silvery. Trees
and grass were fresh and were breathing out the oxygen in the atmosphere so
that we humans could breathe them in. I can’t describe to you the feeling of
freshness I felt, it seemed that silent roads were chanting mantras of
sublimity, every silent road was having a divine look of greenery, and dew drops
on grass were embroidered on the grass and flowers. Even though I was covered
with clothes but I was feeling cold and was amazed that how my father used to
go out at such a time when there is dark and cold all around.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Still, the stubborn child in me was insisting to me that I should move on with him. There were some Neem trees on the
way. My father took some small twigs from them and started to chew them; he was
having a cutting knife with him. He gave one twig to me. When I chewed, my
mouth taste became so bitter that I spit on the road. My father laughed and
talked about the benefits of Neem twigs. He said that they make our teeth firm
and clean. At that time, it was too difficult for me to believe that. I was
walking and shivering but my father told me to walk fast so that I should not
feel cold. There were only a few people on the road. I started enjoying my walk and moved here and there with happiness. It was an exuberant experience. Then
we reached into a long grassy park and my father spread a mat on the wet grass
and told me to do yoga sans with him. There were so many people around us doing
the same activity. I was following my father as he was doing and was getting
pleasure in it. Now, there was no feeling of intense cold. We spent two hours
in the park and at about 7.30 when it was daylight, came back. Since that
time, I started going on walks with my father for a few days. It continued but
after that when my winter vacations went off the routine got disturbed, still, those moments are alive in my memories.<o:p></o:p></span></p>shavetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14609071801370165357noreply@blogger.com0