CANVASS OF LIFE

January 1, 2009 by tarunrawat

 
A canvass of life if you ask me to write, you will find love, affections and emotions. I don’t want to paint colors of  my mechanical mundane chores of life, I don’t want strokes that carry small fights where I wanted to show my supremacy or my chauvinism, I don’t want to use colors that are not mine. Do I get colored by other people, you bet but still when they get into my colors the effect is different than the color it was looking on their canvass.

My canvas is a depiction of a story that starts from my association of this wonderful humane creation calls female. My world started with less than a year in her womb, my mother, I look for her in every female I get associated with, what a blessing she is, what a message she is and what a lady she is. She does get nuts, I think I got this nature from her, that confirms that she is humane, but in spite of all these she amazes me always, every time she put her hand on my grey hair with her love and affection.

Fire of life should always be lit. The fire is the joy, the love, the message, the attitude, the expression and in life we just stop somewhere, start chasing dreams and forget the nice reality that surrounds us in the form of happiness. I was on my this birthday (Felt it was my teens b’day) walking in a park, with rains coming down, alone, thinking how much is there to enjoy and feel, touch and quietly talk but seldom we do.

 Recently attended this marriage of my American friend and his father wrote a wonderful letter that reminded me the meaning of the marriage one more time. To share, to enjoy, to love the rising of sun set, setting of sun, returning of the birds in the evening, looking at the waves in the ocean, walking in the woods and enjoying nature and that too with your partner, a someone whom you can kiss with no strings attached, with as much passion you can pour into when you touch her/his hands.

Watched a Video from Steve Jobs’  ”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA“, his speech in one of the graduation ceremonies and how nicely he showed a complete canvass of his life, from the time he started treading his canvass. “Connecting the Dots” as he speaks really made me think the purpose I came into being. The purpose of things happen in my life and the purpose life gets on me, rather I getting on to the life.

 The best thing God gave humane is the ability to fall into relationships, enjoy them and take a lot from them. I remember my young days (Believe me they are still passing) when I used to talk to my friends saying “I wanted people to be my kitchen friends.” A right to walk into your kitchen and ask for the food. What a “Adhikar”, what a love, what a feeling and we just loose that purity of relations once we marry with Western life of keeping people away so that they don’t intrude our personal life. I don’t have the facts but this is the society that infringes most when we talk about relationships and look when I grew up, I had neighbors I called them “Bua”, I had neighbors I called them “Jiji” and I had neighbors I called them “Dada”. 

We keep so much of grunt, depressive thoughts, and fights for life and here I quote one of my friends “can u imagine even after 12 hours the SUN goes a full circle of Earth and comes back and we still fight with those thoughts that bother us”. I was amazed. Ask a question from you “Are you happy with your married life?” and your answer takes time to think, start working on it. Life is too precious to lose your lovely moments in life and ending up with Uncle and Aunty that are constantly complaining, winning and castigating each other once their kids are gone for the college. We are all made for one another; we are all made for life to live not for life to carry as a burden.

 All but one relationship has a limit of enjoyment, pleasure and bliss and there lies a point of “no return”. A concept Air plane uses when they cross oceans that tells the pilot that you have to decide, check your ship as after this point you can’t be back to your origin, the choice you have is to reach the destination. Knowing that you can always make sure you don’t take your relationships where you stop enjoying it and you reach beyond point of no return. So people, my people, save a dime a day and end of the month give a rose to your beloved to show how valuable they are in your life and you love them beyond the limits. The relationship that is exception here is one’s relationship to God, who can be envisioned as any way you can imagine.

I better stop, the site carries my writings, my creativity, and a gift that tells me how was I watered when I grew up through my parents. What were the ingredients put into me when I travelled across the journey in all these past winters, summers and falls? I enjoy them…. I don’t want you to move away from my page ever, wanted to be associated with you always through a thread, no matter how thick or thin it is….

My Valentine—A poem in Hindi

February 17, 2009 by tarunrawat
My valentine - A hindi Poem

My valentine - A hindi Poem

Year 2009

January 2, 2009 by tarunrawat

Happy New Year 2009

My dates with passion

January 1, 2009 by tarunrawat

A date with passion- I

One of my friends we are very close with, called and said “hey wanted to be with you some time.” I was too looking forward to it, but with all my baggages on my back, just couldn’t make time for her. Time passed by and gradually I learnt about her more, in recent times she changed a lot, developed passion for work outs.

How would I spend a date with her, was very core question I needed to answer myself. Worldly desires, sensuous feelings over shadowed my thoughts a many times but somewhere inside me fought back. We are all grownups don’t need that mundane life that ends with the repentance or the memories that you can only keep to yourself lifelong.

Decided, will give her a surprise, got some sprouted beans in my exercise bag, some peanuts and asked her to come to see me at bailey fitness. She accepted that, and saw me in the fitness attire, shocked. Said I thought we are going for a date, I said yeah we are. And slowly we walked in to the fitness world. We did ropes together, watched her doing weight, asking her questions, put her microphone on my ear with buzzing bolly wood music and my hips dancing on the exercise tunes. I was sweating profusely and so was she.

Do you do yoga? Oh that is too slow for me, was the answer came like a spear head struck to my heart. I smiled and asked her to follow me. We went to quite room and with deep breathing exercises started sun salutations. At number 10 I asked her to relax and she was full of sweat. Wow, can yoga make you sweat like horses, I smiled. Followed by shoulder stand and plough and then the fish pose we further relaxed. And then came my favorite “chakrasan” she was massaged in all the chakras without me touching her any of her body. A brilliance that came out of her is equivalent of lights of 100 suns.

We packed our bags out for a very heavy breakfast and those light laughers with light body made us dance in the rhyme of life. Now it was time for my passion to blossom and from background I am network marketer. Oh, I don’t want to join any of these kinds of businesses, she said in her deep voice. Honey you don’t even qualify to join our fast moving pace setting team. And she looked at me with her beautiful eyes in somewhat surprise. What is the difference between you and me, basically both are showing a helping hand to people who are strayed away from their dream, I said passionately. What advantage can I take of any body when I am not asking for any money upfront, telling them work with me and I can change their financial makeup and if not, can provide security to their family for lives to come. She said come on; I never heard this notion before. It was my time to smile. I said I have a passion to reach out people, talk to people and help them in the
 need. Can you believe that your cash inflow rather than helping big companies to get into their investment bucket; we want it to be part of a family around, that it, that is the network marketing. Can you believe a $30K a year can bring some many moms choices of coming home, taking care of their kids, sending their kids to reputed schools, helping to never lose a payment on the mortgage or a credit card bills. That is what the network marketing is about and is very rapidly expanding business in the internet arena.

 We talked and talked, we laughed and laughed, we shared and shared on the sips of coffee, on the chocolate chip frap chino, with the crunching of chips.


A date with passion II

Sam’s club, Sam Walton’s genius created this club for small businesses and today Sam has created the empire, grander and bigger than “Microsoft”. What a dynasty…with thousands of WALMART across the globe. I met this girl at Sam’s club. This gal, a dusky, bit plumb beauty looked at me and asked with curiosity, pointing out towards my shopping cart, “What would you do with these Mats.” I replied “I jump ropes.” Oh, I too wanted to jump ropes, wanted to lose weight. I smiled, replied, I help a lot of people reduce their weight. She looked at me with intrigued. “Can you help me as well?” She chuckled. Sure, gave my phone number and took hers and she asked a question, what would you do when I call you. I said the first question I would ask is “If you jumped the rope that day”. She smiled.

And sure enough I got a call from her, next morning when I was jumping my ropes. “Hey, this is Ashley”. I said, “I recognize you, how are you doing?” And we started talking. I said “Ashley, you know what, you have wonderful eyes” and she could read my sincere flirt and said “Thank you”. I said we take care of everything we own, our car, our clothes, our utensils but we always give last preference to our body. Is our body not the only engine that will be with us throughout our journey of life? Then why we don’t care about it and let it go its own way. The belly is out, the bumps are out, the shape is out and life is out. The next question I asked do you know you have a gift if you lose 10 lbs of weight! She was so thrilled and excited. I said call me when you get a “rope” and we would talk. Next day I got the call from her, almost same time and I could feel her breath from the phone, she was jumping ropes.

Rope became Hope, a way to reduce weight, a way to look up to the life, a way to feel beautiful, and a way to get a date. We met again in a gym; I helped her with some weight loosing exercises so that she doesn’t lose the feminine essence of her body. I asked her what she eats, I asked her what vitamins she takes and I asked her what are her goals to lose weight! She laughed out a loud and said I don’t do all these. I asked her to relax, created her account on my web portal I endorse ( www.biz2bizintl.com ), did her diet analysis, did her weight analysis and gave her a game plan, how to lose weight gradually and without risking health.

It was a date with passion where we talked and talked, we laughed and laughed, we shared and shared on the sips of coffee; on the chocolate chip frap chino, with the crunching of chips.

My Few English Poems…

January 1, 2009 by tarunrawat
  • It’s a journey from I to We…

Dedicated to “my parents, their life guides me…”

http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P3241735/999/1/display.aspx

 

  • A human defined by Lord

Dedicated to “My new born, my dad again with me…”

http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P4893472/999/1/display.aspx

 

  • Niagara!! The wonder of the world…

When I saw Niagara first time in my life…


http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P3241735/999/4/display.aspx

 

  • Beloved God’s Blessing to me…

It is about her, my friend, my love and my half that is always better and at times it is best…

http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P3241735/999/2/display.aspx

 

  • Stop Signs…

Terrorism gets on to everyone’s nerve…

http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P3241735/999/3/display.aspx

  • Mr. President you are the light…

A historic moment captured in my thoughts. Watched the swearing in ceremony of #44 president of America, A note from #00 to #44th…


http://www.poetry.com/publications/display.asp?E=1&ID=W0172773&BN=999&PN=1

Sulo: The Bravo Didi

January 1, 2009 by tarunrawat

Nov. 6th 2008. Downingtown PA

Sulo has passed away with a clear note in everybody’s mind that how insecure we are in our surroundings. People constantly talk on the phone while driving; we sometimes hardly stop on the stop signs and then rationalize by tossing a term called “Sliding Stop”. We are so insecure as a family, we don’t carry proper insurance policies. Just racing and chasing our American dreams but forgetting the basic necessities to lead a life that is safe for our society, for our surroundings and for our generations.

A life starts with so many promises, adulthood comes with so many responsibilities, womanhood encompasses so many attributes, could never be so clear after this incidence. An adult makes a mistake of not seeing a pedestrian crossing a road and the truck runs over a woman walking by. The pedestrian wave’s hand to let the driver know, somebody wants attention, but a driver is distracted by phone or by looking at the opposite traffic and runs over her. She falls down; her chest bears the weight of “Chevy Silverado”. The back tires runs over her and she knocked down by the truck still watches the driver in the rear view mirror thinking “Gosh would that he could see me lying here”.

She gets airlifted to a medical center that is supposed to be one of the best hospitals to handle severe accidents like this. She is conscience, breathing heavily, gets life support. Her brain is intact, her spinal cord looks fine. She writes on papers to convey her feelings, her willingness to fight the course, asking help from the God to let this time pass, constantly thanking medical staff for the care.

Her husband an IT consultant, 200 miles away from her, gets a call, asking to rush to the hospital. All her brothers, cousins start from their respective homes, driving in cars, catching flights and finding connections to get to the best doctors around.

The 3 year old doesn’t sleep without holding her mother’s long hair, she reminds through a note, her husband is very quite by nature; people should be constantly talking to him, she reminds through a hand written note. The 7 year old daughter understands that something is not right at the house. Nobody should inform kids here and parents back home in India.

Everybody is pitching in, somebody is taking care of children, someone is bringing food and someone is bringing holy ash to apply on her forehead. Every corner of the house is praying.

She fights for her life. Her chest bone is broken. Doctors have done this operation multiple times; he is very well known doctor of the area. After the operation, she even asks a nurse to wipe her back which got wet due to the sweat, again by writing on a piece of a paper, and here the story takes a turn, ends with a big blow to the family. She succumbs to her injuries.

All our prayers, all her blessings don’t carry any more meanings. Even existence of the merciful God becomes questionable. Major decisions are on the way. How the kids will be taken care of? Will their family shift to India? Should one of the brothers go back to India and so on & so forth.

Why all these, just because someone forgot to see a pedestrian walking in front of his car. A person just for some time might have driven away from his responsibilities or a person just might have forgotten his blue tooth at home or the person might have gotten into a heated conversation while driving. A question is so open, coming numerous times in humane mind.

Speeding cars, no speed breakers, no laws to enforce driving without be on the phone, again and again are becoming the reason for the irreparable losses.

An immigrant lands in States with a determination to realize an American dream, becomes the part of the celebration of festivals and gatherings in the communities, with the post graduate degree in pharmacy, passes the CFPG exam in a single attempt, brings so much expertise from the countries like Singapore, China and India, just ends her life on a turn where there is a stop sign that tells everyone to stop, near a school zone where the speed limit are as low as fifteen, that tells everyone to be cautious, but someone ignores the basics, acts irresponsibly and runs over a life that ends on a positive note to help us to act more responsibly and in more civilized way.

My humble prayer to the departed soul and my raised voice for the actions we need to take to make sure we don’t let any more “sulo-The Bravo Didi” feeling so helpless in their battle for life.