My young daughter was coming home from London. I was very much excited. We had planned a day out to the Jungle. All these days she had desperately missed her country ,her home town, the climate, seasons and the natural habitat.
“The winters in London were too severe this year”, she remarked. "The excessive snow hindered the day to day life. The weather there gave you a morose feeling. Our country is blessed with sunlight and colorful seasons. The mere darshan of sun god is rare there,” she added
People want to settle in foreign countries like USA Australia and England etc for the sake of money ,cleanliness and beauty.
But something is missing there. Of course the spirits of Indians the warmth of the Indian people the lovely blooming spring the scented summers the rainfall and of all, the winters are quite pleasant. The homely sparrow building its nests the sheep the goats and cows grazing in the open fields ,the village women decked in colorful ghagras carrying rotis for the peasant husbands, all a lively landscape for the naked eye. We were going in the jeep to the Jungle. We were given a guide who looked more of a boy in teens. He literally jumped in our jeep to escort us. I looked nervous, how on earth he is going to guide us in this deep forest. We were not allowed any weapons etc to protect us from the savages of the jungle. (This even made me more nervous!) Face is your index. “Cheer up mom,” remarked my kin who was decked up with smart jeans and cap, holding the binoculars for spotting any avian.
A fleet of parakeets crossed us, birds of same feathers flock together i mumbled, wow!there were the orioles and kingfishers etc. The guide narrated the history like a parrot. Well read uhh. I wish I had studied ornithology seriously, I could have conducted their(birds) knowledge with ease. Anyway the sight made me feel good and healthy cause I had fast recovered from a prolonged illness. The smell of the different trees and environment made me forget totally about my illness, which otherwise crept like a parasite in my mind.
We came across of different species of deers antelopes and wolves.
I grabbed my camera and took pictures & video. My blog will be rich with these pictures I dreamt. And there will be tales to tell to my dear friends. But somehow the thought of seeing a Tiger was not pleasant. I have never liked the ferocious wild cat! I muster courage to see him on discovery channel only. Sensing my thoughts - telepathy or so the guide went on.-“ the tiger kills its pray by first and foremost breaking his windpipe.” He went on... how poaching is going on, how their numbers has come to few hundreds only. Soon they(tigers) will be extinct if proper measures are not taken etc etc They are the most endangered species he boasted with confidence. The poachers gather huge sum of money by selling tiger skins even their nails fetch lot of money. Who would like to risk their lives to earn money in such fashion I thought. Stupid people! I murmured.
There was no site of the beast in the deep forest. What if our jeep got stuck I wondered-no sooner the thought flashed in my mind the engine of our jeep started giving trouble. SOS-another vehicle was to be ordered but no communication was possible. In the core of my heart I prayed the almighty so sincerely never before. We halted near a pond where all sorts of animals come to quench their thirst.“The tiger was spotted here at this lake day before yesterday. See this video,” the guide remarked. All enjoyed his video clip except me. My god, what if the tiger comes at this moment. I visualised another video clip in my mind. The growling face appeared on the imaginary screen it was so live that I was about to scream.!
The guide's words resounded, “at this moment when we spot the tiger we must stay silent, no noise. Even the engine of the jeep is stopped at such moment. When he(tiger) moves away then only we must proceed further.” I gulped. What next. I desperately wanted to move away from the pond. The cool breeze was relaxing to some extent only, not much. Surprisingly our jeep started. Soon we were returning, a long time had elapsed.. on the way we saw the huge elephant and its baby . Come on, I did remember the tune of Hatari Movie in my good old days . It was a hit film and a hit Tune. Gosh! was it not a real good experience altogether? I pondered on return to our cottage.
The above article was published in The Hitvada Dt 25/3/2010
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Friday, January 22, 2010
An Apostle of Peace and Spirituality
An Apostle of Peace and Spirituality
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Swami Vivekanand was born on 12th January 1863 . His Name was Narendranath Dutta. His father Vishwanath Dutta was a well known lawyer in Kolkatta . His mother Bhuvaneshwari Devi was a pious lady .
A precocious boy narendra had excelled in his studies in his games and music too. His spiritual behavious was inherited from his loving mother. She taught him the teachings from Ramayan and Mahabharata
When he grew up he joined Presidency College. He studied the Western and Eastern religions. During his college days the Professor of English introduced him to Shri Ramakrishna Paramhaunse.
Shri Ramakrishna was a Saint and a priest in the Temple of Divine Mother Kali in Dakshineshwar.
Narendranath in his early youth was obsessed by the thought about the existence of God. He questioned a number of people of holy reputation , if they had seen God, but could not get a positive answer.
He questioned Shri Ramakrishna ,
“Sir, have you seen God?”
Pat came the answer from the saint,“Yes, I have seen God as clearly as I see you only in much intenser sense.”
Narendranath was astounded. Here was a man he was seeking for.
He got closer to Shriramakrishna. Not only did Shri Ramakrishna win his heart, he became his Guru.
Later, Narendranaths father died in 1884. The family was left penniless. Narendranath had to take the burden of the family-
The poverty crises deepened. He opened his heart to Shri Ramakrishna . His Guru asked him to ask his Divine Mother Goddess Kali for help. Narendranath entered the Temple of Divine Mother. No sooner did he see her he fell in trance . He could only utter three words –Bhakti Gyan(Knowledge)and Vairagya(Detachment). Thrice did Shri Ramakrishna sent him to ask help for his family. Thrice did he utter Mother grant me Bhakti Gyan Vairagya. His Guru was pleased and blessed him He gave him godly vision and transformed him into a dynamo of spiritually.
After the heavenly abode of his Master in 1886 Narendranath renounced the world. He became a monk of the Swami Order. He traveled throughout India . He was distressed to see majority of poor people were suffering had no proper food and shelter. They were illiterate. They had lost faith in their own self, still religion seemed alive in them. It was like a tree which seemed dried but its sap was still flowing inside and was not dead. It needed proper nurturing to bloom again. The poor people needed first and foremost proper food and shelter. They needed education ,and to revive faith in them, strengthen them to earn their living.
With a handful of co brothers, the disciples of Shri Ramakrishna
They traversed the whole of India, north south east west. Swami Vivekanand preached the masses Vedanta. He said,
“ Each soul is potentially divine.
The goal is to manifest this divinity within, by controlling nature, external and internal.
Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy-by one, or more, or all of these – and be free.
This is the whole of religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals or books or temples or forms are but secondary details.”
On one occasion while traveling on foot they encountered a narrow path between deep ravine and rocky mountains on the other. All of a sudden a herd of monkeys surrounded them. The people were scared to tread further. Swamiji exclaimed,“Face them!”
All of them carried sticks and could drive the monkeys away.
Any difficult situation arises in our life we should be able to face it boldly- was the message he taught.
Later on, he attended the World Parliament of Religion held in Chicago in 1893. He spread the message of Hindu Philosophy and the message of his Master.
His health deteriorated considerably. Swami Vivekanand breathed his last on 4th July 1902.
Sister Christine wrote: Blessed is the country in which he was born, blessed are they who lived on this earth at the same time,
and blessed thrice blessed are the few who sat at his feet.
__________________________
Swami Vivekanand was born on 12th January 1863 . His Name was Narendranath Dutta. His father Vishwanath Dutta was a well known lawyer in Kolkatta . His mother Bhuvaneshwari Devi was a pious lady .
A precocious boy narendra had excelled in his studies in his games and music too. His spiritual behavious was inherited from his loving mother. She taught him the teachings from Ramayan and Mahabharata
When he grew up he joined Presidency College. He studied the Western and Eastern religions. During his college days the Professor of English introduced him to Shri Ramakrishna Paramhaunse.
Shri Ramakrishna was a Saint and a priest in the Temple of Divine Mother Kali in Dakshineshwar.
Narendranath in his early youth was obsessed by the thought about the existence of God. He questioned a number of people of holy reputation , if they had seen God, but could not get a positive answer.
He questioned Shri Ramakrishna ,
“Sir, have you seen God?”
Pat came the answer from the saint,“Yes, I have seen God as clearly as I see you only in much intenser sense.”
Narendranath was astounded. Here was a man he was seeking for.
He got closer to Shriramakrishna. Not only did Shri Ramakrishna win his heart, he became his Guru.
Later, Narendranaths father died in 1884. The family was left penniless. Narendranath had to take the burden of the family-
The poverty crises deepened. He opened his heart to Shri Ramakrishna . His Guru asked him to ask his Divine Mother Goddess Kali for help. Narendranath entered the Temple of Divine Mother. No sooner did he see her he fell in trance . He could only utter three words –Bhakti Gyan(Knowledge)and Vairagya(Detachment). Thrice did Shri Ramakrishna sent him to ask help for his family. Thrice did he utter Mother grant me Bhakti Gyan Vairagya. His Guru was pleased and blessed him He gave him godly vision and transformed him into a dynamo of spiritually.
After the heavenly abode of his Master in 1886 Narendranath renounced the world. He became a monk of the Swami Order. He traveled throughout India . He was distressed to see majority of poor people were suffering had no proper food and shelter. They were illiterate. They had lost faith in their own self, still religion seemed alive in them. It was like a tree which seemed dried but its sap was still flowing inside and was not dead. It needed proper nurturing to bloom again. The poor people needed first and foremost proper food and shelter. They needed education ,and to revive faith in them, strengthen them to earn their living.
With a handful of co brothers, the disciples of Shri Ramakrishna
They traversed the whole of India, north south east west. Swami Vivekanand preached the masses Vedanta. He said,
“ Each soul is potentially divine.
The goal is to manifest this divinity within, by controlling nature, external and internal.
Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy-by one, or more, or all of these – and be free.
This is the whole of religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals or books or temples or forms are but secondary details.”
On one occasion while traveling on foot they encountered a narrow path between deep ravine and rocky mountains on the other. All of a sudden a herd of monkeys surrounded them. The people were scared to tread further. Swamiji exclaimed,“Face them!”
All of them carried sticks and could drive the monkeys away.
Any difficult situation arises in our life we should be able to face it boldly- was the message he taught.
Later on, he attended the World Parliament of Religion held in Chicago in 1893. He spread the message of Hindu Philosophy and the message of his Master.
His health deteriorated considerably. Swami Vivekanand breathed his last on 4th July 1902.
Sister Christine wrote: Blessed is the country in which he was born, blessed are they who lived on this earth at the same time,
and blessed thrice blessed are the few who sat at his feet.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
सात सुरांची रचना कशी झाली असावी .
संगीतातील स्वरसाप्तकाचा विकास कसा झाला हा एक संशोधनाचा विषय होईल .प्राचीन संगीतात तीन ते चार च स्वरांचा अंतरभाव होता. आणि हे ही स्वर कोठून निर्माण झाले असावेत असा एक गूढ प्रश्न मनाला पडतो . जंगलातून शिकार करताना कानावर पडण्यार्या पशुपक्ष्याच्या विविध ध्वनीची
हुबेहूब नक्कल करण्याच्या सहज प्रवृत्ती तून काही विशिष्ट ध्वनीचे आकर्षणं तत्कालीन मानवाला वाटले असावे व ते ध्वनी तो आपल्या मुखातून उच्चारू लागला . असे मोजके तीन चार ध्वनी उच्चारणे व त्या द्वारा आपल्या भावना प्रगट करणे या क्रीयेतुनच संगीतातील स्वर निर्मिती झाली असावी . प्राचीन काळी संगीत तीन चार स्वरातच गायले जाई . रीग्वेदात तीनच स्वरांचा उल्लेख आहे .:- १) अनुदात २) उदात ३)स्वारीत
सा रे ग म या चार सुरातच संगीत गायले जात. आज ही आपल्याकडे परंपरेने गाण्यासारखी लोकगीते एकली तर असे आढळते कि त्यातही केवळ दोन तीन स्वरांचा वापर आहे .
सात सुरांची रचना कशी झाली असावी :-
या सात स्वरांच्या निर्मिती बाबत जी अनेक शांशोधने आहेत त्यातील एक जास्त तर्कसंगत व पटणारे संशोधन कै. गोविंदराव टेंबे यांनी आपल्या "कल्पना संगीत " या ग्रंथात दिले आहे - त्याचा सारांश असा की पुरुष कंठातून निघालेल्या चार ध्वनीचे अनुकरण स्त्रिया ही करू लागल्या । स्त्रीयाचा स्वर पुरुषा पेखा सामान्यापणे निसर्गतः दीड पटीने उंच असतो . पुरुषांचे आवाजातील, मूळ सा रे ग म हे स्वर तसेच स्त्रीयाच्या दीड पट उंचीच्या आवाजातील सा रे ग म असे दोन भिन्न स्वर गट प्रत्यक्ष प्रचारात सतत येऊ लागले . त्यालाच पुढे स्वर ही संज्ञा मिळाली व हे भिन्न भिन्न आठ स्वर प्रचारात आले . कालांतराने हे चार स्वरांचे दोन्ही गट एकत्र येऊन एक सप्तक संगीतात सिद्ध झाले व संगीताचा प्रवास या सात स्वरांच्या माध्यमातून होऊ लागला .
सा पासून प हा दीड पट उंचीचा आहे. स्त्रीयाचा सा हा पुरुषांचा प हा स्वर होतो . आपल्या भारतीय संगीत शास्त्रात स्वर सप्तकात सा व प हे दोनच स्वर अचल मानले आहेत . ते कधीही विकृत होत नाहीत . थोडक्यात असे म्हणता येईल की मूळ चार सुरातून निर्माण झालेले सप्तक हे क्रिया मूळ चार स्वरांच्या दीड पट उंचीच्या स्वरामधून निर्माण झाली असावी.
पं.अरविंद गजेंद्रगडकर
संगीतातील स्वरसाप्तकाचा विकास कसा झाला हा एक संशोधनाचा विषय होईल .प्राचीन संगीतात तीन ते चार च स्वरांचा अंतरभाव होता. आणि हे ही स्वर कोठून निर्माण झाले असावेत असा एक गूढ प्रश्न मनाला पडतो . जंगलातून शिकार करताना कानावर पडण्यार्या पशुपक्ष्याच्या विविध ध्वनीची
हुबेहूब नक्कल करण्याच्या सहज प्रवृत्ती तून काही विशिष्ट ध्वनीचे आकर्षणं तत्कालीन मानवाला वाटले असावे व ते ध्वनी तो आपल्या मुखातून उच्चारू लागला . असे मोजके तीन चार ध्वनी उच्चारणे व त्या द्वारा आपल्या भावना प्रगट करणे या क्रीयेतुनच संगीतातील स्वर निर्मिती झाली असावी . प्राचीन काळी संगीत तीन चार स्वरातच गायले जाई . रीग्वेदात तीनच स्वरांचा उल्लेख आहे .:- १) अनुदात २) उदात ३)स्वारीत
सा रे ग म या चार सुरातच संगीत गायले जात. आज ही आपल्याकडे परंपरेने गाण्यासारखी लोकगीते एकली तर असे आढळते कि त्यातही केवळ दोन तीन स्वरांचा वापर आहे .
सात सुरांची रचना कशी झाली असावी :-
या सात स्वरांच्या निर्मिती बाबत जी अनेक शांशोधने आहेत त्यातील एक जास्त तर्कसंगत व पटणारे संशोधन कै. गोविंदराव टेंबे यांनी आपल्या "कल्पना संगीत " या ग्रंथात दिले आहे - त्याचा सारांश असा की पुरुष कंठातून निघालेल्या चार ध्वनीचे अनुकरण स्त्रिया ही करू लागल्या । स्त्रीयाचा स्वर पुरुषा पेखा सामान्यापणे निसर्गतः दीड पटीने उंच असतो . पुरुषांचे आवाजातील, मूळ सा रे ग म हे स्वर तसेच स्त्रीयाच्या दीड पट उंचीच्या आवाजातील सा रे ग म असे दोन भिन्न स्वर गट प्रत्यक्ष प्रचारात सतत येऊ लागले . त्यालाच पुढे स्वर ही संज्ञा मिळाली व हे भिन्न भिन्न आठ स्वर प्रचारात आले . कालांतराने हे चार स्वरांचे दोन्ही गट एकत्र येऊन एक सप्तक संगीतात सिद्ध झाले व संगीताचा प्रवास या सात स्वरांच्या माध्यमातून होऊ लागला .
सा पासून प हा दीड पट उंचीचा आहे. स्त्रीयाचा सा हा पुरुषांचा प हा स्वर होतो . आपल्या भारतीय संगीत शास्त्रात स्वर सप्तकात सा व प हे दोनच स्वर अचल मानले आहेत . ते कधीही विकृत होत नाहीत . थोडक्यात असे म्हणता येईल की मूळ चार सुरातून निर्माण झालेले सप्तक हे क्रिया मूळ चार स्वरांच्या दीड पट उंचीच्या स्वरामधून निर्माण झाली असावी.
पं.अरविंद गजेंद्रगडकर
Friday, December 11, 2009
THE ENCOUNTER
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A six year old boy was playing in the backyard of his house. There stood an iron pole inserted vertically. The children used to climb up and then slide down. The elder ones performed all sorts of exercises.
But that day he was all alone. He found a leather belt. He held it tightly in his little hand and started whipping the pole relentlessly.. His mother stood at the doorstep watching him. He whipped the pole again and again murmuring “why did you kill my father.” He was red with rage. Not knowing the child’s sudden behavior she rushed at him. He screamed “why did you kill my father.” The words deafened her ears and she consoled her young one took him in her arms. She knew she could not bring back his father. Her husband would never return! He was killed by the dacoit.
Her husband was an Inspector in the Police force. He was posted at Badnaver, in Madhya Pradesh. Everybody addressed him as Raosaheb.
Raosaheb was very handsome strongly built and a brave person. He caught hold of dangerous thieves and vagabonds and put them behind the bars.
Life went on.. he found a beautiful lady fell in love and eventually married her. They were blessed with five children. As soon as he returned home from his tour, the children would cluster round him. He played with them. He would pick the young ones and swing them on his arms. Their reverberating laughter and chuckles freshened him up.
Night was pleasant to be in parents arms. This bliss lasted for a very short period. The darkness enveloped the twinkling stars which foretold a grievous future for the family.
That very night the Inspector spoke to his wife about his plans to catch a notorious dacoit. A pall of gloom spread over her. She was dumbfounded as all her plans to desist him from venturing his arduous task.
Parting with his dear ones he strode away in the eerie jungles with his small group—a handful of men and meager ammunition. The dense forest near Badnawar in Madyapradesh was the dacoit’s hideout. They drove in the deep forests in bullocarts – it was the only means to travel in those days. The narrow lanes of the village, after village was traversed until one village was spotted for supplying huge amount of chicken meat and wines. At ones the Inspector directed his men towards that place. Soon they confronted a fierce looking person clad in military uniform with broad mustache. No doubt that he was the famous dacoit Nathyakhanjar the most wanted by the police force. He was surrounded by his men. They were well equipped with ammunition. He roared aloud to bring the Inspector before him. After much interrogation the dacoit had insisted the Inspector to give up his Police uniform his belt and guns and surrender before them. The brave Inspector preferred to fight with him unto his death. It would be an insult to his profession to go back and cowardly submit to the dacoit’s demands. A fierce battle raged between the two troops. A sepoy who fled for his life had climbed a tree and saw the drama with his naked eye. He was a sole survivor and later narrated the whole incident to the family members and the villagers all that had transpired between the two parties. The fearless Inspector was none other than the little boy’s father.
The body of Raosaheb was brought home and laid for last darshan.
The small boy caught hold of his weeping mothers hand, consoled her and promised to take care of her henceforth.
The heavens rumbled as the guns were fired.....a mark of salutations for the Martyr. The last rights were performed.
Years later,
the promise he had made to his mother had been fulfilled when his mother breathed her last. A huge void left him but this time he was not alone, his better half held him to share his grief .
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A six year old boy was playing in the backyard of his house. There stood an iron pole inserted vertically. The children used to climb up and then slide down. The elder ones performed all sorts of exercises.
But that day he was all alone. He found a leather belt. He held it tightly in his little hand and started whipping the pole relentlessly.. His mother stood at the doorstep watching him. He whipped the pole again and again murmuring “why did you kill my father.” He was red with rage. Not knowing the child’s sudden behavior she rushed at him. He screamed “why did you kill my father.” The words deafened her ears and she consoled her young one took him in her arms. She knew she could not bring back his father. Her husband would never return! He was killed by the dacoit.
Her husband was an Inspector in the Police force. He was posted at Badnaver, in Madhya Pradesh. Everybody addressed him as Raosaheb.
Raosaheb was very handsome strongly built and a brave person. He caught hold of dangerous thieves and vagabonds and put them behind the bars.
Life went on.. he found a beautiful lady fell in love and eventually married her. They were blessed with five children. As soon as he returned home from his tour, the children would cluster round him. He played with them. He would pick the young ones and swing them on his arms. Their reverberating laughter and chuckles freshened him up.
Night was pleasant to be in parents arms. This bliss lasted for a very short period. The darkness enveloped the twinkling stars which foretold a grievous future for the family.
That very night the Inspector spoke to his wife about his plans to catch a notorious dacoit. A pall of gloom spread over her. She was dumbfounded as all her plans to desist him from venturing his arduous task.
Parting with his dear ones he strode away in the eerie jungles with his small group—a handful of men and meager ammunition. The dense forest near Badnawar in Madyapradesh was the dacoit’s hideout. They drove in the deep forests in bullocarts – it was the only means to travel in those days. The narrow lanes of the village, after village was traversed until one village was spotted for supplying huge amount of chicken meat and wines. At ones the Inspector directed his men towards that place. Soon they confronted a fierce looking person clad in military uniform with broad mustache. No doubt that he was the famous dacoit Nathyakhanjar the most wanted by the police force. He was surrounded by his men. They were well equipped with ammunition. He roared aloud to bring the Inspector before him. After much interrogation the dacoit had insisted the Inspector to give up his Police uniform his belt and guns and surrender before them. The brave Inspector preferred to fight with him unto his death. It would be an insult to his profession to go back and cowardly submit to the dacoit’s demands. A fierce battle raged between the two troops. A sepoy who fled for his life had climbed a tree and saw the drama with his naked eye. He was a sole survivor and later narrated the whole incident to the family members and the villagers all that had transpired between the two parties. The fearless Inspector was none other than the little boy’s father.
The body of Raosaheb was brought home and laid for last darshan.
The small boy caught hold of his weeping mothers hand, consoled her and promised to take care of her henceforth.
The heavens rumbled as the guns were fired.....a mark of salutations for the Martyr. The last rights were performed.
Years later,
the promise he had made to his mother had been fulfilled when his mother breathed her last. A huge void left him but this time he was not alone, his better half held him to share his grief .
The above article was published in The Hitavada dt 10/1/2010
Monday, November 16, 2009
GITANJALI...Rabindranath Tagore.
Stream of Life.
.The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and dayruns through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earthin numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birthand of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
November 15, 2009 11:39 AM
.The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and dayruns through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earthin numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birthand of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
November 15, 2009 11:39 AM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)
Rabindranath Tagore was born in Calcutta (India) into a wealthy Brahmin family. He was influenced by Indian Religious Epics and a fourteenth century poet Vidyapati.
He had gone to England in 1878 to study law, he returned to India and instead pursued a career as a writer, playwright, song writer poet philosopher and educator. In 1912 he returned to England with his son. He began translating his poems Gitanjali in to English. Almost all his work was in its native language Bengali….
Tagore’s one friend in England was an artist Rothenstein. He read the translated work of Gitanjali . The poems were incredible. He told to his friend W.B Yeats. Yeats was enthralled. Later Yeats wrote an introduction to Gitanjali when it was published in Sept. 1912. Thereafter, both the poetry and the poet were instant sensation first in London’s literary circle and soon thereafter in the entire world!
His spiritual look his angelic face his long hair and flowing beard was awesome. His words evoked great beauty. Nobody has ever read anything like it. He wrote over one thousand poems; eight volumes of short stories; almost two dozens of play and play-lets; eight novels and many books and essays on philosophy, religious education and social topics. Aside from words and drama, his other great love was music, Bengali style. He composed more than two thousand songs both the music and lyrics.
A glimpse of mysticism and sentimental beauty of Indian Culture were revealed to the West for the first time. Less than a year later, in 1913 Rabindranath received the Noble Prize for Literature. He was the first non westerner to be honored. In 1915 he received the Knighthood by the British King George V . In 1919 following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indians by British troops Tagore renounced his Knighthood.
Tagore was a creative genius. He had a good grasp of modern post-Newtonian-Physics and was well able to hold debate with Einstein (1930) on the newly emerging principles of quantum mechanics and chaos.
He wrote National Anthem for India and Bangladesh.
His life and works go far beyond his country.
He had gone to England in 1878 to study law, he returned to India and instead pursued a career as a writer, playwright, song writer poet philosopher and educator. In 1912 he returned to England with his son. He began translating his poems Gitanjali in to English. Almost all his work was in its native language Bengali….
Tagore’s one friend in England was an artist Rothenstein. He read the translated work of Gitanjali . The poems were incredible. He told to his friend W.B Yeats. Yeats was enthralled. Later Yeats wrote an introduction to Gitanjali when it was published in Sept. 1912. Thereafter, both the poetry and the poet were instant sensation first in London’s literary circle and soon thereafter in the entire world!
His spiritual look his angelic face his long hair and flowing beard was awesome. His words evoked great beauty. Nobody has ever read anything like it. He wrote over one thousand poems; eight volumes of short stories; almost two dozens of play and play-lets; eight novels and many books and essays on philosophy, religious education and social topics. Aside from words and drama, his other great love was music, Bengali style. He composed more than two thousand songs both the music and lyrics.
A glimpse of mysticism and sentimental beauty of Indian Culture were revealed to the West for the first time. Less than a year later, in 1913 Rabindranath received the Noble Prize for Literature. He was the first non westerner to be honored. In 1915 he received the Knighthood by the British King George V . In 1919 following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indians by British troops Tagore renounced his Knighthood.
Tagore was a creative genius. He had a good grasp of modern post-Newtonian-Physics and was well able to hold debate with Einstein (1930) on the newly emerging principles of quantum mechanics and chaos.
He wrote National Anthem for India and Bangladesh.
His life and works go far beyond his country.
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