tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35185461477170844902024-03-13T13:39:48.658-07:00RABINDRANATH TAGOREprateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-60750667393434613022009-02-10T00:09:00.000-08:002009-02-10T00:14:31.791-08:00rabindranath tagorerabindranath tagore was a man who did all welfare for indian people. He was not in politics but still was a very good Friend of mahatma gandhi. He was warded a noble prize in 1913 for his book "GITANJALI". Being a writer he had written many of his books in Bengali. But afer the success of Gitanjali he started writing as well as translating in different languages like english, hindi etc.He was a big music lover.he had a large role in art.He had brought out nice spiritual concepts.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-18375595197507835192008-09-16T03:55:00.000-07:002008-09-16T04:01:16.440-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SM-R3yXpL7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/EpeWJUyoo_w/s1600-h/tagore_1400_saal.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SM-R3yXpL7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/EpeWJUyoo_w/s400/tagore_1400_saal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246572478509690802" border="0" /></a><br />a pretty poem by RABINDRANATH TAGORE IN BENGALIprateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-52695348645686198772008-06-26T20:23:00.000-07:002008-06-26T20:24:16.154-07:00TAGORE'S EDUCATIONAL IDEASRabindranath Tagore's role in the innovation of educational ideas has been eclipsed by his fame as a poet. He was a pioneer in the field of education. For the last forty years of his life he was content to be a schoolmaster in humble rural surroundings, even when he had achieved fame such as no Indian had known before. He was one of the first, in India, to think out for himself and put in practice principles of education which have now become commonplace of educational theory, if not yet of practice.<br /><br />Today we all know that what the child imbibes at home and in school is far more important than what he studies at college, that the teaching is more easily and naturally communicated through the child's mother-tongue than through an alien medium, that learning through activity is more real than through the written word, that wholesome education consists in training of all the senses along with the mind instead of cramming the brain with memorized knowledge, that culture is something much more than academic knowledge. But few of Rabindranath's countrymen took notice of him when he made his first experiments in education in 1901 with less than half a dozen pupils. A poet's whim, thought most of them. Even today few of his countrymen understand the significance of these principles in their national life. The schoolmaster is still the most neglected member of our community, despite the fact that Rabindranath attached more merit to what he taught to children in his school than to the Hibbert lectures he delivered before the distinguished audience at Oxfoard.<br /><br />Mahatma Gandhi adopted the scheme of teaching through crafts many years after Rabindranath had worked it out at Santiniketan. In fact the Mahatma imported his first teachers for his basic School from Santiniketan.<br />If Rabindranath had done nothing else, what he did at Santiniketan and Sriniketan would be sufficient to rank him as one of the India's greatest nation-builders.<br /><br />With the years, Rabindranath had won the world and the world in turn had won him. He sought his home everywhere in the world and would bring the world to his home. And so the little school for children at Santiniketan became a world university, Visva-Bharati, a centre for Indian Culture, a seminary for Eastern Studies and a meeting-place of the East and West. The poet selected for its motto an ancient Sanskrit verse, Yatra visvam bhavatieka nidam, which means, "Where the whole world meets in a single nest."<br /><br />"Visva-Bharati", he declared, " represents India where she has her wealth of mind which is for all. Visva-Bharati acknowledges India's obligation to offer to others the hospitality of her best culture and India's right to accept from others their best."<br /><br />In 1940 a year before he died, he put a letter in Gandhi's hand,<br />"Visva-Bharati is like a vessel which is carrying the cargo of my life's best treasure , and I hope it may claim special care from my countrymen for its preservation."prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-24268323028456302112008-06-23T11:30:00.000-07:002008-06-23T11:32:02.354-07:00RABINDRANATH TAGOREGreatest writer in modern Indian literature, Bengali poet, novelist, educator, and an early advocate of Independence for India. Tagaore won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Two years later he was awarded the knighthood, but he surrendered it in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators. Tagore's influence over Gandhi and the founders of modern India was enormous, but his reputation in the West as a mystic has perhaps mislead his Western readers to ignore his role as a reformer and critic of colonialism.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-56037710742268063012008-06-13T01:36:00.000-07:002008-06-13T01:42:07.035-07:00TAGORE'S PHOTO GALLERY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SFIyTpuAadI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I90apuhrUIc/s1600-h/tagore_long.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SFIyTpuAadI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I90apuhrUIc/s400/tagore_long.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283032018807250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SFIyO65yv_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X4IiciDzbFw/s1600-h/tagore_keller.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SFIx42Z1oaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9NjgHs2MSzQ/s400/tagore_at_berkeley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211282571567407522" border="0" /></a>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-9643555098279347382008-06-09T00:25:00.001-07:002008-06-09T00:52:39.936-07:00PAINTINGS BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SEzfOlcDOUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFLCrJns--c/s1600-h/paint_rntagore_unknown7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209784310621747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SEzfOlcDOUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFLCrJns--c/s400/paint_rntagore_unknown7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SEzfJ8byMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/womad4i3Slg/s1600-h/paint_rntagore_unknown6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209784230895301410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SEzeT1faqqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EFr2xQJhydk/s400/paint_rntagore_bird.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-26185022752186199512008-06-03T10:45:00.000-07:002008-06-03T10:46:22.487-07:00The Poet's Letter to Lord Chelmsford, the ViceroyYour Excellency,The enormity of the measures taken by the Government in the Punjab for quelling some local disturbances has, with a rude shock, revealed to our minds the helplessness of our position as British subjects in India. The disproportionate severity of the punishments inflicted upon the unfortunate people and the methods of carrying them out, we are convinced, are without parallel in the history of civilised governments, barring some conspicuous exceptions, recent and remote. Considering that such treatment has been meted out to a population, disarmed and resourceless, by a power which has the most terribly efficient organisation for destruction of human lives, we must strongly assert that it can claim no political expediency, far less moral justification. The accounts of the insults and sufferings by our brothers in Punjab have trickled through the gagged silence, reaching every corner of India, and the universal agony of indignation roused in the hearts of our people has been ignored by our rulers- possibly congratulating themselves for imparting what they imagine as salutary lessons. This callousness has been praised by most of the Anglo-Indian papers, which have in some cases gone to the brutal length of making fun of our sufferings, without receiving the least check from the same authority, relentlessly careful in something every cry of pain of judgment from the organs representing the sufferers. Knowing that our appeals have been in vain and that the passion of vengeance is building the noble vision of statesmanship in out Government, which could so easily afford to be magnanimous, as befitting its physical strength and normal tradition, the very least that I can do for my country is to take all consequences upon myself in giving voice to the protest of the millions of my countrymen, surprised into a dumb anguish of terror. The time has come when badges of honour make our shame glaring in the incongruous context of humiliation, and I for my part, wish to stand, shorn, of all special distinctions, by the side of those of my countrymen who, for their so called insignificance , are liable to suffer degradation not fit for human beings. And these are the reasons which have compelled me to ask Your Excellency, with due reference and regret, to relieve me of my title of knighthood, which I had the honour to accept from His Majesty the King at the hands of your predecessor, for whose nobleness of heart I still entertain great admiration. Yours faithfully,RABINDRANATH TAGORECalcutta,6, Dwarakanath Tagore Lane,May 30, 1919prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-88704605991682659562008-05-30T02:15:00.000-07:002008-05-30T02:16:29.183-07:00TAGORES WORKS1878<br /> <li><em>Kabi-Kahini </em>(The Tale of the Poet<br /> : a story in verse)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1880<br /> <li><em>Bana-phul</em> (The Flower of the Woods<br /> : a story in verse)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1881<br /> <li><em>Balmiki Pratibha</em> (The genious of<br /> Balmiki : a musical drama)</li><br /><br /> <li> <em>Bhagna-hridaya</em> (The Broken Heart : a drama in verse)</li><br /> <li> <em>Rudrachanda</em> (a drama in verse)</li><br /> <li> <em>Europe-prabasir patra</em> (Letters of a sojourner in<br /> Europe)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1882<br /> <li><em>Sandhya Sangeet</em> (Evening Songs :<br /> a collection of lyrics)</li><br /> <li> <em>Kal Mrigaya</em> (The Fatal Hunt : a musical drama) </li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1883<br /> <li><em>Bouthakuranir Haat</em> (The young Queen's<br /> market : a novel)</li><br /> <li> <em>Prabhat Sangeet</em> (Morning songs: a collection of<br /> lyrics)</li><br /><br /> <li> <em>Vividha Prasanga</em> (Miscellaneous Topics: a collection<br /> of essays)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1884<br /> <li><em>Prakritir Pratisodh</em> (Nature's Revenge<br /> : a drama in verse)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Bhanu Singha Thakurer Padabali </em>(collection of poems<br /> written after Vaishnava poets under the pen name of 'Bhanu Singha')</li><br /> <li><em>Chhabi O Gaan</em> (Sketches and Songs : collection of<br /> poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Nalini</em> (a prose drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Saisab Sangeet </em>(Poems of Childhood : a collection<br /> of poems)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1885<br /> <li>Rammohan Roy (a pamphlet on Rammohan Roy)</li><br /> <li><em>Alochona</em> (Discussions : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Rabichhaya</em> (The shadow of the Sun : a collection<br /> of songs)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1886<br /> <li><em>Kari o Kamal</em> (Sharps and Flats :<br /> a collection of poems)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1887<br /><br /> <li><em>Rajarshi</em> (The Saint King : a novel)</li><br /> <li><em>Chithipatra</em> (letters)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1888<br /> <li><em>Mayar Khela</em> (a musical drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Samalochona</em> (Reviews : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1889<br /> <li><em>Raja 0 Rani</em> (King and Queen : a<br /> drama in verse)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1890<br /> <li><em>Visarjan</em> (Sacrifice : a drama)</li><br /> <li> <em>Manasi</em> (The heart's desire: a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Mantri Abhisek</em> (a lecture on Lord Cross's India Bill)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1891<br /> <li><br /></li><br /> <em>Europe Jatrir Diary</em> (Diary of a traveller to Europe)<br /> <br /> <br /> 1892<br /><br /> <li><em>Chitrangada</em> (a drama in verse)</li><br /> <li> <em>Goray galad</em> (Wrong at the Start : a comedy)</li><br /> <li><em>Joy parajay</em> (story)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1893<br /> <li><em>Europe Jatrir Diary</em> Part II</li><br /> <li><em>Ganer Bahi O Valmiki Pratibha</em> (a collection of songs<br /> incorporating <em>Valmiki Pratibha</em>)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1894<br /> <li><em>Sonar Tari</em> (The Golden Boat : a<br /> collection of pems)</li><br /> <li> <em>Chhoto galpo</em> (collection of 15 short stories)</li><br /> <li><em>Chitrangada O Viday-Abhisap</em> (<em>Chitrangada</em><br /> previously published and Curse at Farewell)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Vichitra Galpa</em> (Parts I & II)</li><br /> <li><em>Katha-Chatustaya</em> (four short stories)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1895<br /><br /> <li><em>Chhele-bhulano Chhara</em> (nursery<br /> rhymes)</li><br /> <li><em>Galpa-Dasak</em> (ten short stories)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1896<br /><br /> <li><em>Chitra </em>(a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Malini</em> (a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Chaitali</em> (a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Nadi</em> (River : a long poem)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Sanskrita Siksha</em> Parts I & II (text book)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1897<br /> <li><em>Baikunther Khaata</em> (Manuscripts of<br /> Baikuntha : a comedy)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Pancha Bhut</em> (Five Elements : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1899<br /> <li><em>Kanika</em> (a collection of short poems<br /> and epigrams)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1900<br /> <li><em>Galpoguchha</em> (a collection of short<br /> stories)</li><br /> <li><em>Kshanika</em> (The Fleeting One : a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Kalpana</em> (Imagination : a collection of poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Katha</em> (Stories : a collection of ballads)</li><br /> <li><em>BrahmaUpanishad</em> (a religious essay)</li><br /> <li><em>Kahini</em> (Tales : a collection of drama in verse and<br /> long poems)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1901<br /> <li><em>Galpa</em> (Stories : part II of Galpaguchha)</li><br /> <li><em>Bangla Kriyapader Taalika</em> (List of Bengali verbs<br /> : text book)</li><br /> <li><em>Aupanishad Brahma</em> (a religious essay)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Naivedya</em> (Offerings : a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Brahma-mantra</em> (a religious essay)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1903<br /> <li>Chokher Bali (Eyesore : a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li>Sishu (Child : children poems)</li><br /> <li>Karmaphal (Nemesis : a story)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1904<br /> <li><em>Nastaneer</em> (The Home Spoilt : a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Chirakumar Sabha</em> (The Bachelor's Club : a novel,<br /> this was later issued separately as <em>Prajapatir Nirbandha</em>)</li><br /> <li><em>Ingraji Sopan</em>, Part I (a text-book)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1905<br /><br /> <li><em>Baul </em>(a collection of songs)</li><br /> <li><em>Atmasakti</em> (a collection of political essays and lectures)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1906<br /> <li><em>Naukadubi</em> (The Wreck : a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Bharatbarsha</em> (India : a collection of political essays<br /> and lectures)</li><br /> <li><em>Rajbhakti</em> (a political essay)</li><br /> <li><em>Deshnayak</em> (a political essay)</li><br /> <li><em>Ingraji Sopan</em>, Part II (a text-book)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Kheya</em> (Ferry : a collection of poems)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1907<br /> <li><em>Adhunik Sahitya</em> (Modern Literature<br /> : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Lokasahitya</em> (Literature of the People : a collection<br /> of essays)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Prachin Sahitya</em> (Ancient Literature : a collection<br /> of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Sahitya</em> (Literature : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Vichitra Prabandha</em> (a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Charitrapuja</em> (Tributes to Great Lives : a collection<br /> of essays)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Hasya-Kautuk</em> (humourous sketches)</li><br /> <li><em>Byanga-Kautuk</em> (satirical sketches)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1908<br /> <li> <em>Mukut</em> (The Crown : a prose drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Path-O-Patheya</em> (an essay)</li><br /> <li><em>Raja Praja</em> (King and his Subjects : a collection<br /> of political essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Samuha</em> (a collection of political essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Swadesh</em> (My Country : a collection of political and<br /> sociological essays)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Swamaj</em> (Society : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Saradotsav</em> (Autumn Festival : a drama)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1909<br /> <li> <em>Brahma Sangeet</em> (a collection of<br /> religious songs)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Vidyasagar-charit</em> (two essays on Vidyasagar printed<br /> before in Charitrapuja)</li><br /> <li><em>Dharma</em> (Religion : a collection of essays)</li><br /> <li><em>Chayanika</em> (an anthology of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Prayaschitta</em> (Penace : a drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Sabdatattwa</em> (a collection of papers on Bengali philology)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1910<br /> <li><em>Raja</em> (King of the dark chamber :<br /> a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Gora</em> (a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Gitanjali</em> (Song Offerings)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1911<br /> <li><em>Aatti Galpa</em> (eight Stories)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1912<br /> <li><em>Achalayatan</em> (a drama )</li><br /> <li><em>Dakghar</em> (Post Office : a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Galpa Chaariti</em> (Four Stories)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Jiban-Smriti</em> (Reminiscences)</li><br /> <li><em>Chhinnapatra</em> (Torn Letters)</li><br /> <li><em>Patha Sanchay</em> (a text-book)</li><br /> <li><em>Dharmasiksha</em> (an essay)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Dharmer Adhikar</em> (an essay)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1914<br /> <li><em>Utsarga</em> (Dedication : a collection<br /> of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Gitimalya</em> (A Garland of songs)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Gitali</em> (a collection of poems and songs)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1915<br /> <li><em>Bichitra Path</em> (selection for the<br /> use of students)</li><br /> <li><em>Kavyagrantha</em> (ten volumes of poems and dramas)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> 1916<br /> <li><em>Ghare Baire</em> (Home and the World<br /> : a novel)</li><br /> <li><em>Balaka</em> (The Swan : a collection of poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Chaturanga</em> (a novel)</li><br /> <li><em>Phalguni</em> (Cycle of Spring : a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Sanchaya</em> (a collection of essays)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1917<br /> <li><em>Anubad-charcha</em> (a text-book)</li><br /> <li><em>Kartar Ichhaye Karmo</em> (As the Master Wills : a lecture)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1918<br /><br /> <li><em>Palataka</em> (The Run-away : stories<br /> in verse)</li><br /> <li><em>Guru</em> (stage version of <em>Achalayatan</em>)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1919<br /><br /> <li><em>Japan-jatri</em> (Travels in Japan)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1920<br /> <li><em>Poila Nombor </em>(a short story)</li><br /> <li><em>Arupratan</em> (stage version of <em>Raja</em>)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1921<br /> <li><em>Barsa-mangal </em>(Rain Festival)</li><br /> <li><em>Sikshar Milan </em>( Meeting of Cultures : a lecture)</li><br /> <li><em>Rinsodh</em> (stage version of <em>Saradotsav</em>)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Satyer Ahovaan</em> (Call of Truth : a lecture)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1922<br /> <li><em>Sishu Bholanath</em> (child poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Lipika</em> (Letter : prose-poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Muktadhara</em> (Free Current : a drama)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1923<br /> <li><em>Basanta</em> (Spring : a musical drama)</li><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> 1925<br /> <li><em>Purabi</em> (a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Griha prabesh</em> (a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Sankalan</em> (a collection of prose)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Sesh barshan</em> (The last shower : a musical drama)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1926<br /> <li><em>Rakta karabi </em>(Red Oleanders : a<br /> drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Natir puja</em> (The dancing girl's worship : a drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Prabahini </em>(a collection of songs)</li><br /> <li><em>Chirakumar sabha </em>(stage version of <em>Prajapatir<br /> Nirbandha</em>)</li><br /> <li><em>Sodh bodh</em> (All square : a comedy)</li><br /> <li><em>Lekhon</em> (Autographs : verses with English translations)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1927<br /> <li><em>Ritu ranga</em> (The Play of the Seasons<br /> : a musical drama)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> 1928<br /><br /> <li><em>Sesh raksha</em> (stage version of <em>Goray<br /> galad</em>)</li><br /> <li><em>Palliprakriti</em> (address of the anniversary of Sriniketan)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1929<br /><br /> <li><em>Sesher Kabita</em> (Last poem : a novel)</li><br /> <li><em>Mahua </em>(a collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Tapati </em>(a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Jogajog</em> (a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Paritran</em> (stage version of <em>Prayaschitta</em>)</li><br /> <li><em>Jatri</em> (Traveller : letters from abroad)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1930<br /><br /> <li><em>Sahaj path </em>- parts I & II (text<br /> book)</li><br /> <li><em>Ingreji sahaj siksha</em> - parts I & II (text book)</li><br /> <li><em>Patha parichay</em>, parts II-IV (text book)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1931<br /> <li><em>Shapmochan</em> (a muscial drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Russiar chithi</em> (Letters from Russia)</li><br /> <li><em>Nabin</em> (a musical piece)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Banabani</em> (poems)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1932<br /> <li> <em>Parisesh </em>(collection of poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Punascha</em> (collection of poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Kaler jatra</em> (two dramatic pieces)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1933<br /> <li> <em>Chandalika </em>(The Untouchable Woman<br /> : a drama)</li><br /> <li><em>Tasher Desh</em> (Kingdom of Cards : a musical drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Bansari </em>(The Flute : a drama)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1934<br /> <li><em>Malancha</em> (a novel)</li><br /> <li><em>Char Adhyay </em>(Four Chapters : a novel)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Sraban gatha</em> (collection of songs)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1935<br /> <li><em>Bithika</em> (Avenue : collection of<br /> poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Sesh saptak</em> (collection of poems)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1936<br /> <li><em>Shyamali </em>(poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Patraput</em> (poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Chhanda</em> (essays on Bengali prosody)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1937<br /> <li><em>Biswaparichay</em> (article on modern<br /> physical astronomy)</li><br /> <li><em>Khapchhara</em> (rhymes)</li><br /> <li><em>Kalantar</em> (essays)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Shay</em> (children's stories)</li><br /> <li><em>Chharar chhobi</em> (rhymes)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1938<br /> <li><em>Senjuti</em> (poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Bangla Bhasha Parichay </em>(a treatise on the Bengali<br /> language)</li><br /> <li><em>Prantik</em> (poems)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1939<br /> <li><em>Shyama</em> (a dance drama)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Prahasini </em>(The Smiling One : poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Akash pradip</em> (poems)</li><br /> <br /> <br /> 1940<br /> <li><em>Nabajatak</em> (The newly born : poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Sanai</em> (The Pipe : poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Rog sajyay</em> (In the sick-bed : poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Tin songi</em> (Three companions : short stories)</li><br /> <li><em>Chhelebela </em>(My boyhood days : reminiscences)</li><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> 1941<br /> <li><em>Sabhyatar sankat </em>(Crisis in civilization<br /> : an essay)</li><br /> <li><em>Janmadine</em> (Birthday : poems)</li><br /> <li><em>Arogya</em> (Recovery : poems)</li><br /><br /> <li><em>Galpo salpa</em> (stories and verses for children)</li>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-55550230757196700332008-05-24T22:39:00.001-07:002008-05-24T22:40:38.954-07:00tagores family tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SDj7t1iU-nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lxikGrQPzfI/s1600-h/tagore_family_tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 611px; height: 292px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SDj7t1iU-nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lxikGrQPzfI/s320/tagore_family_tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204186134310353522" border="0" /></a>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-70162366294430557012008-05-13T02:30:00.000-07:002008-05-13T02:37:19.367-07:00Three 'stolen' items from Tagore museum found<span id="test" name="test" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Three items, which were listed as stolen from Ravindra Bhawan museum, have been found inside the museum building, Visva-Bharati Vice-chancellor Sujit Basu said on Sunday.<br /><br /> In late March this year, the Nobel medallion of Rabindranath Tagore and many other items were stolen from the museum. The CBI is investigating the theft.<br /><br /> The authorities listed 50 items as stolen but later two of them, the citation given to Tagore by the Nobel committee and an ivory product were found from the Uttaryan complex housing the museum. <br /><br /> The burglary was detected at 10.15 am on March 25 when the exhibition hall of the museum opened after a holiday the day before.<br /><br /> The stolen articles included the Nobel Prize medal made of gold, memorablia, paintings, Tagore's wife Mrinalini Devi's Baluchari sari, two gold bangles, father Maharshi Debendranath's gold ring and the poet's own gold pocket watch, besides other personal effects.</span>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-75127183320660316512008-05-12T07:35:00.000-07:002008-05-12T07:36:26.071-07:00Fusing poetry with spiritualityTagore's engagement with the cosmic beloved<br />From divine joy we descend, into divine joy we ultimately dissolve and in between, the beautiful journey that we call life is enveloped in the ecstasy of divine love for the personified Absolute. Realisation of this mystic vision beyond any bookish philosophy made Rabindranath Tagore experience the vastness of the Omnipresent manifested in the colourful and rhythmic feast of sight and symphony.<br /><br />To Tagore, the Infinite appeared as his cosmic beloved who made it possible for him to receive His endless gifts. Hence Tagore muses, “Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou hast come down to me. O thou lord of all heavens where would be thy love if I were not? Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth. In my heart is the endless play of thy delight”.<br /><br />“Deliverance? Where is the deliverance to be found? Our master himself has joyfully taken upon himself the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all for ever”. His delight is to wait and watch at the wayside. inhaling the fragrance of His eternal promise and sweet presence. He felt the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight and hence did not want deliverance through renunciation.<br /><br />This world-affirming pantheism , however, is not oblivious of the awareness of infinitude: “Where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in” and where reigns the stainless white radiance — no day or night, no form or colour, and not even a single word.<br /><br />Realisation of the dualism of the non-dual Being made him sing, “Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well... in the nest it is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and sounds and odours”. This unification of the nondual with the mystic dual is the hallmark of Tagore’s poetic experience, “I dive down into the ocean of forms hoping to gain the perfect pearl of formlessness” . The Being of the Upanishads is translated into a myriad manifestations.<br /><br />The pilgrimage from finite forms to the infinite formless is a painful process but the poet enjoys the same as it perfects him through purification and brings him closer to the cosmic beloved in attunement and facilitates surrender. That is why he says, “... Strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.... Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love”.<br /><br />The sordid reality of life takes its own toll and as such his occasional deviation from the divine path gives birth to pangs: “That I want thee, only thee — let my heart repeat without end” . He knows, heart of hearts that all worldly desires are false and empty to the core. Hence to maintain the eternal attunement with the Infinite he has to rise above the gravitational pull of finitude.<br /><br />Tagore’s divine romance found a profound elevation in the firm assertion, “In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here I have caught sight of him that is formless”. Tagore’s relationship with the Cosmic Divine was intimate and informal. Which is why he used the lower case when making references to the Infinite or God. His romantic mysticism inspired the fusion of poetry and spirituality.<br /><br />Today is Tagore’s birth anniversary.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-63926255160562434152008-05-09T22:04:00.001-07:002008-05-09T22:05:26.888-07:00tagores prize stolen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SCUs-ARsIgI/AAAAAAAAADg/gwMSm-4G8QA/s1600-h/pprize.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NPBrbAOwv8I/SCUs-ARsIgI/AAAAAAAAADg/gwMSm-4G8QA/s320/pprize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198610788606812674" border="0" /></a><br />Thieves apparently broke in at Rabindra Bhavan, which houses a museum where the Nobel Prize was on display. Besides that, there were numerous original documents which were also stolen.<br /><br />The robbers broke open the glass case and escaped with the items. A lock of a glass case where the documents and the prize were secured were found broken.<br /><br />They made away with several artefacts belonging to Tagore, including some gold medallions and rare paintings, police said.<br /><br />"The stolen artefacts might also contain the Nobel Prize citation or the plaque," an official of Kolkata Police said.<br /><br />Staff at Visvabharati University in Shantiniketan discovered the theft this morning.<br /><br />University vice chancellor Sujit Basu is closeted with senior police officials over the robbery.<br /><br />Forensic experts are already on the job. One of the main entrances to the university, Uttarayan Gate, has been shut.<br /><br />"The police have cordoned off the entire area. They are not allowing in even the Viswa Bharati staff," the spokesman said, confirming that the plaque stolen was the original one.<br /><br />Chief Minister Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee said that a CID team had been rushed to Viswa Bharati to conduct the investigation.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-68177162801245285782008-05-07T21:47:00.000-07:002008-05-07T21:48:56.793-07:00jaynti<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5P_AE4XoOQ&hl=en&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5P_AE4XoOQ&hl=en&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-55942130969549287582008-05-07T21:45:00.002-07:002008-05-08T20:14:50.275-07:00works of tagore<ul><li>KABIKAHINI, 1878 - A Poet's Tale</li><li>SADHYA SANGEET, 1882 - Evening Songs</li><li>PRABHAT SANGEET, 1883 - Morning Songs</li><li>BAU-THAKURANIR HAT, 1883 </li><li>RAJASHI, 1887 </li><li>RAJA O RANI, 1889 - The King and the Queen / Devouring Love </li><li>VISARGAN, 1890 - Sacrifice</li><li>MANASI, 1890 </li><li>IUROPE-JATRIR DIARI, 1891, 1893 </li><li>VALMIKI PRATIBHA, 1893 </li><li>SONAR TARI, 1894 - The Golden Boat</li><li>KHANIKA, 1900 - Moments</li><li>KATHA, 1900 </li><li>KALPANA, 1900 </li><li>NAIVEDYA, 1901 </li><li>NASHTANIR, 1901 - The Broken Nest </li><li>SHARAN, 1902</li><li>BINODINI, 1902</li><li>CHOCHER BALI, 1903 - Eyesore </li><li>NAUKADUBI, 1905 - Haaksirikko</li><li>KHEYA, 1906 </li><li>NAUKADUBI, 1906 - The Wreck </li><li>GORA, 1907-09 - suom.</li><li>SARADOTSAVA, 1908 - Autumn Festival </li><li>GALPAGUCCHA, 1912 - A Bunch of Stories</li><li>CHINNAPATRA, 1912 </li><li>VIDAY-ABHISAP, 1912 - The Curse at Farewell </li><li>GITANJALI, 1912 - Song Offerings (new translation in 2000 by Joen Winter, publ. <a href="http://www.sinclair-smith.com/">Anvil Press</a>) - Uhrilauluja</li><li>JIBAN SMRTI, 1912 - My Reminiscenes - Elämäni muistoja</li>, trans. by J. Hollo <li>DAKGHAR, 1912 - Post Office</li><li>The Crescent Moon, 1913 </li><li>Glimpses of Bengal Life, 1913 </li><li>The Hungry Stones and Other Stories, 1913</li><li>CHITRA, 1914 - transl. </li><li>GHITIMALAYA, 1914 </li><li>The King of the Dark Chamber, 1914</li><li>The Post Office, 1914</li><li>Sadhana, 1914</li><li>GHARE-BAIRE, 1916 - The Home and the World - Koti ja maailma</li><li>BALAK, 1916 - A Flight of Swans </li><li>CHATURANGA, 1916 - transl. </li><li>Fruit Gathering, 1916 </li><li>The Hungry Stones, 1916 </li><li>Stray Birds, 1916 </li><li>PERSONALITY, 1917 - Persoonallisuus</li><li>The Cycle of Spring, 1917</li><li>Sacrifice, and Other Plays, 1917</li><li>My Reminiscene, 1917</li><li>Nationalism, 1917</li><li>Mashi and Other Stories, 1918</li><li>Stories from Tagore, 1918</li><li>PALATAKA, 1918 </li><li>JAPAN-JATRI, 1919 - A Visit to Japan </li><li>Greater India, 1921 </li><li>The Fugitive, 1921 </li><li>Creative Unity, 1921</li><li>LIPIKA, 1922 </li><li>MUKTADHARA, 1922 - trans. </li><li>Poems, 1923</li><li>Gora, 1924</li><li>Letters from Abroad, 1924 </li><li>Red Oleander, 1924</li><li>GRIHAPRABESH, 1925 </li><li>Broken Ties and Other Stories, 1925</li><li>Rabindranath Tagore: Twenty-Two Poems, 1925</li><li>RAKTA-KARABI, 1925 - Red Oleanders</li><li>SADHANA, 1926 - suom.</li><li>NATIR PUJA, 1926 - transl. </li><li>Letters to a Friend, 1928</li><li>SESHER KAVITA, 1929 - Farewell, My Friend </li><li>MAHUA, 1929 - The Herald of Spring </li><li>JATRI, 1929 </li><li>YAGAYOG, 1929 </li><li>The Religion of Man, 1930 </li><li>The Child, 1931 </li><li>RASHIAR CHITHI, 1931 - Letters from Russia </li><li>PATRAPUT, 1932</li><li>PUNASCHA, 1932 </li><li>Mahatmahi and the Depressed Humanity, 1932 </li><li>The Golden Boat, 1932 </li><li>Sheaves, Poems and Songs, 1932</li><li>DUI BON, 1933 - Two Sisters </li><li>CHANDALIKA, 1933 - transl. </li><li>MALANCHA, 1934 - The Garden </li><li>CHAR ADHYAYA, 1934 - Four Chapters </li><li>BITHIKA, 1935 </li><li>SHESH SAPTAK, 1935 </li><li>PATRAPUT, 1936 </li><li>SYAMALI, 1936 - trans. </li><li>Collected Poems and Plays, 1936</li><li>KHAPCHARA, 1937 </li><li>SEMJUTI, 1938</li><li>PRANTIK, 1938 </li><li>PRAHASINI, 1939 </li><li>PATHER SANCAY, 1939 </li><li>AKASPRADIP, 1939 </li><li>SYAMA, 1939 </li><li>NABAJATAK, 1940</li><li>SHANAI, 1940 </li><li>CHELEBELA, 1940 - My Boyhood Days </li><li>ROGSHAJYAY, 1940 </li><li>AROGYA, 1941 </li><li>JANMADINE, 1941 </li><li>GALPASALPA, 1941 </li><li>Last Poems, 1941 </li><li>The Parrots Training, 1944 </li><li>Rolland and Tagore, 1945 </li><li>Three Plays, 1950 </li><li>Crisis in Civilization, 1950</li><li>Sheaves, 1951 </li><li>More Stories from Tagore, 1951 </li><li>A Tagore's Testament, 1955</li><li>Our Universe, 1958 </li><li>The Runaway and Other Stories, 1959 </li><li>Wings of Death, 1960 </li><li>GITABITAN, 1960 </li><li>A Tagore Reader, 1961 (ed. by Amiya Chakravarty) </li><li>Towards Universal Man, 1961 </li><li>On Art and Aesthetics, 1961 </li><li>BICITRA, 1961 </li><li>GALPAGUCCHA, 1960-62 (4 vols.) </li><li>Boundless Sky, 1964 </li><li>The Housewarming, 1964 </li><li>RABINDRA-RACANABALI, 1964-1966 (27 vols.) </li><li>Patraput, 1969 </li><li>Imperfect Encounter, 1972 </li><li>Later Poems, 1974 </li><li>The Housewarming, 1977</li><li>Rabindranath Tagore: Selected Poems, 1985</li><li>Rabindranath Tagore: Selected Short Stories, 1991 (trans. by William Radice) </li></ul>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-35999291534174352342008-05-07T21:45:00.001-07:002008-05-07T21:45:31.886-07:00Salutation<p style="text-align: left;"><strong></strong><br /><br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> In one salutation to thee, my God, </p><p style="text-align: left;">let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. <br /><br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Like a rain-cloud of July </p><p style="text-align: left;">hung low with its burden of unshed showers </p><p style="text-align: left;">let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee. <br /><br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current </p><p style="text-align: left;">and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee. <br /><br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day </p><p style="text-align: left;">back to their mountain nests </p><p style="text-align: left;">let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home </p><div style="text-align: left;">in one salutation to thee. </div>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-82780080670012920362008-05-07T06:46:00.000-07:002008-05-07T06:51:48.350-07:00jaynti<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4GrA19cDkQ&hl=en&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4GrA19cDkQ&hl=en&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-53370338341427703482008-05-07T06:10:00.003-07:002008-05-07T06:10:48.261-07:00Sit SmilingI boasted among men that I had known you.<br /><br />They see your pictures in all works of mine.<br /><br />They come and ask me, `Who is he?'<br /><br />I know not how to answer them. I say, `Indeed, I cannot tell.'<br /><br />They blame me and they go away in scorn.<br /><br />And you sit there smiling.<br /><br />I put my tales of you into lasting songs.<br /><br />The secret gushes out from my heart.<br /><br />They come and ask me, `Tell me all your meanings.'<br /><br />I know not how to answer them.<br /><br />I say, `Ah, who knows what they mean!'<br /><br />They smile and go away in utter scorn.<br /><br />And you sit there smiling.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-27098712627219805212008-05-07T06:10:00.001-07:002008-05-07T06:10:29.041-07:00Ocean of FormsI dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,<br /><br />hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.<br /><br />No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat.<br /><br />The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.<br /><br />And now I am eager to die into the deathless.<br /><br />Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss<br /><br />where swells up the music of toneless strings<br /><br />I shall take this harp of my life.<br /><br />I shall tune it to the notes of forever,<br /><br />and when it has sobbed out its last utterance,<br /><br />lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-64773081928263864722008-05-07T06:09:00.002-07:002008-05-07T06:10:05.233-07:00Still HeartWhen I give up the helm<br /><br />I know that the time has come for thee to take it.<br /><br />What there is to do will be instantly done.<br /><br />Vain is this struggle.<br /><br />Then take away your hands<br /><br />and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,<br /><br />and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still<br /><br />where you are placed.<br /><br />These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,<br /><br />and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.<br /><br />But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,<br /><br />spreading my mat on the floor;<br /><br />and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord,<br /><br />come silently and take thy seat here.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-46228329575146135912008-05-07T06:09:00.001-07:002008-05-07T06:09:38.183-07:00Parting WordsWhen I go from hence<br /><br />let this be my parting word,<br /><br />that what I have seen is unsurpassable.<br /><br />I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus<br /><br />that expands on the ocean of light,<br /><br />and thus am I blessed<br /><br />---let this be my parting word.<br /><br />In this playhouse of infinite forms<br /><br />I have had my play<br /><br />and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.<br /><br />My whole body and my limbs<br /><br />have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;<br /><br />and if the end comes here, let it come<br /><br />---let this be my parting word.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-54094535666845396302008-05-06T07:37:00.001-07:002008-05-06T07:37:12.497-07:00ThresholdI was not aware of the moment<br /><br />when I first crossed the threshold of this life.<br /><br />What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery<br /><br />like a bud in the forest at midnight!<br /><br />When in the morning I looked upon the light<br /><br />I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,<br /><br />that the inscrutable without name and form<br /><br />had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.<br /><br />Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me.<br /><br />And because I love this life,<br /><br />I know I shall love death as well.<br /><br />The child cries out<br /><br />when from the right breast the mother takes it away,<br /><br />in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-41407561779220580522008-05-06T07:36:00.003-07:002008-05-06T07:36:53.709-07:00FarewellI have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!<br /><br />I bow to you all and take my departure.<br /><br />Here I give back the keys of my door<br /><br />---and I give up all claims to my house.<br /><br />I only ask for last kind words from you.<br /><br />We were neighbors for long,<br /><br />but I received more than I could give.<br /><br />Now the day has dawned<br /><br />and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.<br /><br />A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-53027753067969116942008-05-06T07:36:00.001-07:002008-05-06T07:36:36.111-07:00Last CurtainI know that the day will come<br /><br />when my sight of this earth shall be lost,<br /><br />and life will take its leave in silence,<br /><br />drawing the last curtain over my eyes.<br /><br />Yet stars will watch at night,<br /><br />and morning rise as before,<br /><br />and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.<br /><br />When I think of this end of my moments,<br /><br />the barrier of the moments breaks<br /><br />and I see by the light of death<br /><br />thy world with its careless treasures.<br /><br />Rare is its lowliest seat,<br /><br />rare is its meanest of lives.<br /><br />Things that I longed for in vain<br /><br />and things that I got<br /><br />---let them pass.<br /><br />Let me but truly possess<br /><br />the things that I ever spurned<br /><br />and overlooked.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-56994995989258797402008-05-06T07:35:00.000-07:002008-05-06T07:36:18.812-07:00DeathO thou the last fulfilment of life,<br /><br />Death, my death, come and whisper to me!<br /><br />Day after day I have kept watch for thee;<br /><br />for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.<br /><br />All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love<br /><br />have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.<br /><br />One final glance from thine eyes<br /><br />and my life will be ever thine own.<br /><br />The flowers have been woven<br /><br />and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.<br /><br />After the wedding the bride shall leave her home<br /><br />and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518546147717084490.post-92111480798695624712008-05-04T08:02:00.000-07:002008-05-04T08:04:09.530-07:00prateek dixithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16972472361219230131noreply@blogger.com0