Tuesday, October 11, 2011

No Country for Anna-men

Just yesterday I happened to come across this ridiculous piece of news – “ArvindKejriwal asking voters in Hissar to vote against Congress”. Over the past few months, this whole Anna Hazare circus has begun to take newer and newer dimensions. To be honest, before April, ’10, I had no idea who Anna Hazare was. Even PrashantBhushan and ArvindKejriwal were names that would just strike as something in my mind, not recalling anything definitive. Today though, suddenly they are celebrities. More people are Anna Hazare ‘fans’ than Shah Rukh Khan or Amitabh Bachchan, put together, ever had. It did make up for good entertainment for a week or so – the great Anna circus. Someone gets arrested, then they are left, but they don’t want to come out of jail, then suddenly the whole capital crowding in front of the country’s premier jail (including my dad, some of his colleagues, some of my teachers, and who else not.) It was my staple source of entertainment during dinner – following the anna circus on Times Now.


Things have died down a bit. Another 6 months and Anna will be history (just like the earlier media-made circuses like CWG, 2G, Aadarsh, Aarushi murder…. The list goes on). The funniest and most queer thing about this whole drama is that all of them are invariably inconclusive. As far as I remember “no one killed Aarushi” (ha haha… I guess by next year we’ll have a film of that name too), or if you so please, let us assume her Dad killed her, but it doesn’t make any difference anyways. Neither do I remember anyone finally getting nailed for Aadarsh. The case of 2G and CWG is a little more curious. Kalmadi and co, along with Raja and co are in Tihar, but from what I last heard, they have air-conditioned cells, TV sets… omg… even I don’t have such luxuries 24x7 man!!!! (btw I just remembered, Kasab gets even more luxurious arrangements… oh god… where is the country heading to?? Well whatever…)

These political games are fun to watch nonetheless. They have pre-written scripts – which I , you, the media, and any tom dick or harry knows – and yet the media goes about ‘speculating’ on what might be the government’s and opposition’s “next step”. Come on man… it’s all written in the script… what’s to speculate about?? But still, to be honest I just looooove it all. ArnabGoswami just ‘rocks’ on the newshour, asking the same, supposedly ‘uncomfortable’, questions to a variety of people who answer them with gleeful ease, though trying to act as if they are being asked the most objectionable questions ever asked on earth.

What is was talking about anyways was about that old man… what was his name… oh ya right Anna Hazare. (actually it is KisanBaburaoHazare – bet you didn’t know that, right?) Now after that 15 day long fast (15 was it? Or was it 10? I’m forgetting), what did he get, and more importantly what did the country get? (We did waste a lot of our time though, and there was wastage of many other things too) The Lokpal or the Jokepal or whatever you call it… I really don’t know what it will do any good. RTI never did any good. Consumer courts never did any good. Heck the whole judicial system never did any good. And if someone is cynical enough, one can say the whole bloody independence on 15 Aug 1947 never did any good, except that our money and resources are now being looted by our own countrymen instead of foreigners – so what? Who cares? The loot is on anyways, right?

There you see, I keep veering away from the very point that I wanted to prove. Now to borrow the title for an Oscar winning movie, what I want to basically say is that there is “no country of Anna men”. Now I can see those die hard Anna fans (fanatics, fans, worshippers all the same…) already out with their AK-47’s pointed straight at me. But I earnestly hope none of them will actually shoot because they are followers of a ‘non-violent’ gandhian. (Now to speak of non-violent gandhigiri… did you know by the way that in his young old days, when our little superstar Anna Hazare had set off to ‘purify’ his village Ralegan Siddhi, he used to tie up drunkards to light poles and flog them with whips. Yes my dear, our very own Anna Hazare used to do such ‘non-violent gandhian’ activities with his very own hands. Anyways, let history stay in its place. He has certainly not shown glimpses of such barbaric side of his personality in recent days, and so let’s not dig that out now.)

So what I was saying is this campaign or movement or whatever it is called by “Team Anna” is not really going to go anywhere. Such foolhardy campaigns never go anywhere. The lokpal as we all can see, is not yet properly discussed in parliament, nor do I think it will in the coming future. Because the very fundamental problem is that 99% of the MP’s don’t want it. And come next election, a new set of MP’s will be voted and among them again 99% will still not want the lokpal. Anna, Kiran, Arvind or Prashant won’t stand in elections. Neither they have the steam to go for it, nor do I think they can actually win from any constituency, and nor will it help the country to have just 5 men of integrity in the parliament consisting of 500 goons. Anna will keep crying his throat out hoarse, the govt. will just do its time to time firefighting job (like it has been doing in telengana, Kashmir, jaitapur and bellary for last 6-7 years).

And an even more fundamental problem lies with the mentality of the people. Why not ask yourself an honest question… do you really want to set stringent rules for yourself? Do you really want to follow such rules always? Don’t you want some freedom from rules sometimes? Don’t you look for loopholes in rules?

Does it really suit us to talk of moral values, especially like corruption? I don’t know about others but at least I don’t consider myself utterly “un-corrupt” and so I would prefer to shy away from jumping into the Anna bandwagon. I use pirated Windows, watch downloaded movies, listen to downloaded mp3s, play cracked games, read illegally downloaded ebooks. So how and with what face do I join the Anna circus?

I really feel Anna should take the train back to Ralegan Siddhi. Indiaagainstcorruption.org is just the name of a website. Unfortunately, India is not yet against corruption, and the near future looks bleak too. Democracy anyways gives everyone the freedom to “whatever the feel” like (no, actually that’s not the meaning of freedom according to democracy, but well, in practice, that’s what we take for granted)

The world is much different from what Anna and his ‘team’ might have imagined. It was said that the Anna movement was backed by ‘middle class’. But let me tell you a straightforward fact about the indian middle class. (for the record I’m a part of it too). The indian middle class wants to be out of trouble. So when caught on the road without a helmet, if stashing the cop’s pocket with 200 bucks means lesser trouble, that what the middle class does. Yes, I’m sorry to say, but the fact is, the “easy path” and the “moral path” are usually not the same, and mostly people take the easy path only. Democracy in practice and democracy in ideology are different things altogether.

Democracy in practice means if I can download a movie for free why would I wait 2 months after it’s release to buy it for 100 bucks? Democracy in practice means a boy selling pirated version of the latest paperback at Rs.50, while the original comes at Rs499? (yes that’s what makes democracy better than anything else. That little boy from the slum makes a little money, I get my book at a tenth of the real price, and the original author? Who cares? He’s already stinking rich anyways) Democracy in practice means getting away without the license being punched for a bribe of Rs500. (the policeman can have a good dinner with his family, and I save the trouble of my renewing the license). Yes, democracy in practice means getting to do whatever I want. Democracy gives me the right and the opportunity to do it. If you are at the right place at the right time and your brain conjures up tricks when needed, you are the king in democracy (Tata, Birla, Ambani… they got rich like that), on the other hand if luck runs dry, you might be among the several million earning less than Rs.32 a day and be called poor (btw if you earn Rs.33 a day, you are not officially poor though). Democracy is not capitalism and it doesn’t help the big companies more than the beggars. And democracy is not socialism and it doesn’t helpthe beggars more than the big companies. Democracy gives you the right to go into jail in then stand your ground there and not want to come out. Democracy gives you the right to gather in millions, candles in hand, outside Tihar. But mind it, democracy does not welcoming hypocrites who come along with the agenda of rooting out corruption. The ideals of democracy states that the citizen has the supreme power, but unfortunately democracy in practice snubs at people proclaiming themselves above the parliament. Changes in democracy, and especially in India, come through the parliament only. (that said, I must remind you that there are hardly ever any changes in a democracy. Democracy was, is and always shall be a form of governance where nothing is in favour of the ‘common man’ and yet the common man accepts everything in the name of ‘majority’s choice’. Only that we have never been able to pinpoint that elusive ‘majority’, fulfilling whose wishes becomes a burden on the ‘majority’ that we see on streets.)

People with ‘no political ambitions’ and those who say that they will ‘never stand in an election in their life’ are not the people who can bring changes. They can only ‘capture the imagination’ of the masses by showing them dreams that can never be fulfilled. Campaigns never lead anywhere. Those who do make a difference are those who have the guts, and take the trouble to go through the dirty political channels and reach the top. There are hardly any worthwhile people who take that path, and the few who do cannot keep their kurtas completely white while travelling through the murky bylanes of power.

Maybe a corruption free india would be a better india, but let’s stop dreaming about that, because believe me, such an utopian society is just a ‘vision’ and can never be a reality. I’m not being pessimistic. It’s just the plain fact that neither I want such an india nor do you actiually want, and neither team Anna wants. Whatever we say, our day-to-day actions clearly betray us that we are happy with the way things are running and we are in no way interested anlokpals or jokepals. Truth is, there is no country for Anna-men.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Puja 2011 Mahasaptami

Just like every year, saptami was devoted to seeing the pujas in Dwarka. With the limited time available, we could only visit the "Aikotan" and "Dakshinayan" pujas. Both of them are famous for bringing top quality stars from kolkata and the food stalls at both places are great. We  got to watch Jojo's and Abhijeet Ghoshal's performances at Aikotan and Dakshinayan respectively. Anyone who knows me well would know that i never compromise on food. So i downed some good variety of snacks at both places. Kathi rolls, mughlai paranthas, chicken tikkas, biryani.... i didn't leave out on anything at all! (Shelled out some 250 bucks at least just on snacks. Lol)

THe green-ish looking idol is at Dakshinayan, the other one's at aikotan.








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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Puja 2011 Mahashashti

Durga puja celebrations, 2001, starts off with a bang today.
Though this year i won't be too much involved with all the partying-pandal-hopping-feasting programme, I'll try to have my share of fun.
Mom and her friend gave a stall of "luchi aloo dum" at the Ananda mela.
(Pic 1 & 2 -- the arrangements for it at home.)
(Pic 4 --> mom and aunty selling the stuff)
(pic 3 --> the idol at janakpuri bengali association puja)

EDIT: Pics are in reverse order (pic 1 at bottom, pic 4 at top)

UPDATE: My contribution = "designing" that price chart :-P
UPDATE: The made some hefty profit out of the business too.

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Saturday, September 24, 2011

UNDER SIEGE

There were noises around,
The earth then shook,
The engulfing fires
Everywhere you look



The crumbling walls,
The cracking earth…
The tumbling beds,
The shuddering berth.

There was fear written
Across every face,
People lost their way,
In the crowded maze.



I gathered my self
And scrambled out,
I was faced with screams,
Cries, someone’s shout!

Lifeless corpses strewn
Over the streets
The first scene,
Me, which greets.


Flames leapt up
In front of me
Houses came down,
I could just stand and see.

All noises now merged
Into a thundering roar,
I stopped to wonder
What else’s is in store?




The grass looked red,
It wasn’t green anymore,
I touched it, it was
Wetter than ever before.

Through the smoke I strained,
To look at the sky.
I think I saw fighter
Jets flying up high.




I’d heard of the
Coming of the tanks.
The destruction of schools,
The looting of banks.

I never knew,
That one sudden day,
I’d have to face it
All this way




I looked left,
I looked right,
All was marred
By scars of the fight

Then I looked ahead,
Out afar,
I sensed it was,
The coming of the war.



It felt an illusion,
As I stood alone,
Everything around me,
To bits got blown.

I’d heard of battles
And wars of yore,
But I’d never imagined
Such blood and gore.



My eyes were wet,
My throat choke,
Was it the pain?
Or was it the smoke?

Father, mother,
They’d all left,
And I stood there,
Alone, bereft!


Author notes

Libya, Egypt, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Palestine.... All the visuals that come on the media from these places made me write this. And just 3 days after writing this, serial blasts ripped through Mumbai (India), and it was a feeling of deja vu for me. I dedicate this to all who lose their lives in violence and terror, while they deserved (like you, me or anyone else) to have had a better, longer life.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Mobile blogginh

My first blog entry from my mobile

Distracted

My eyes often wander,


To places here and there,

There’s something to notice

I look anywhere…



My eyes are hardly looking

At what they should be,

I notice those little things

That other’s never see



And then that day,

I looked out at the sky,

The clouds were making

Shapes up high.



Nobody notices those

Silvery drops on the grass,

No one notices the

Colourful butterflies pass.



Everyone seems busy

With life, with work.

They say, my responsibilities

I always shirk.



Scenes outside the window

Fascinate me more,

What’s happening inside

Does nothing but bore.



What the teacher teaches,

I hardly hear,

The squeaks of birds

Enter my ear.



I hear the wind,

The leaves rustling…

Oblivious of the crowd,

Hustling bustling.



In the crowd everyone,

Shoves, pushes…

But I only feel the wind,

As across my face it brushes.



Crassly ringing phones,

Honking cars, alarm bell

The noises make it

A living hell



The morbid buildings,

The greying wall,

The colourless world,

Makes life stall…



I never know how they

All go through it,

How they let their lives

Dull, bit by bit???

Monday, August 29, 2011

Fwd: want to know who the the pilot was?????



Kapil Sibal, Digvijay Singh and Chidambaram were travelling in a chopper. Sibal dropped a 100 rupees note down and said I have mad one poor Indian happy. Digvijay singh dropped two 50 rupees notes down and said well I have made two poor Indians happy. Not to be outsmarted Chidambaram dropped hundred one rupee coins and said look I have made a hundred poor Indians happy. Hearing this the pilot laughed and said now I am going to drop the three of you down and make 121 crore Indians happy.
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The pilot was ANNA HAZARE.

 

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

EXPERT OPINIONS

Experts. They are everywhere. Spamming you all day with their ‘expertise’ on their specific fields. Want to buy a cellphone? Turn to NDTV, maybe Rajeev Makhni will have some excellent advice for you. Laptops, Desktops, Plasma Displays, MP3 Players anyone? Same guy. Same channel. Expert opinions, superb reviews. And how about better understanding of the game of cricket? There are experts for that too. Atul Wassan, Chetan Sharma, Siddhu Paaji (well, sometimes he talks about cricket too when Mandira Bedi leaves him alone); we have a whole panel of cricket ‘experts’ commenting how Sachin Tendulkar should select his shots and how Dhoni should select his team. Well, ok they have played cricket at the international level for India, so I can accept the fact that they can analyse Sachin’s gameplay more than the ‘aam admi’ of India. But hold on, Chetan Sharma? Mandira Bedi? Harsha Bhogle? Come on, if they are experts, then I’m Don Bradman!! Expertise is not limited to cricket and gadgets only. The biggest self-proclaimed experts are movie critics. I never got the idea behind movie reviews. (I read them every Friday though, not that I hate them or anything). But can the review actually change my (or for that matter your) opinion of the movie that you’ll have after watching it? I really doubt it. In fact if I’m slated to watch a movie at the theatre on the opening weekend, I make it a point to stay away from the Friday newspaper. I never like taking a baggage of presumptions to a movie or concert or play or anything of the sort. I like making my own judgements. These days I really feel sorry for movie critics. They get snubbed time and again by both the filmmakers and the moviegoers alike. Take Dabangg, Wanted and Ready for example. If Salman took reviews of Wanted seriously, we’d not get Dabangg, and if he takes reviews of Ready seriously, Kick may not come out. But to hell with critics. Salman gave three blockbuster films, and though they didn’t appeal much my art side of the brain, I enjoyed them nevertheless. I actually remember here the ‘farce of Raja Sen’. He gave Tare Zameen Par three stars and a week later seeing the reponse, had to come out with a re-review giving it 5 stars and calling it the best film ever. See the problem was not that he didn’t fancy the film much at first place. He might not be alone. There might be a handful other guys too who probably would give TZP 3 out of 5 if you ask them. But then they didn’t face the public embarrassment that Raja Sen faced because they didn’t go about shouting to the whole wide world that it is an average film and there is nothing great about it. Raja Sen did, and so a week later he had his foot in his mouth and had to come up with another review that was just damage control and not what he honestly  felt about the movie.
Then we have music reviews. Now those are something that I never go through. I’m not a music person. The only music is listen to is the song-and-dance sequences that come up while I’m watching a movie. But with whatever sense of music I have, I can say this much that music is something that cannot be reviewed on paper. Come on. You have to listen to it man. Some Sanjoy Narayan or whoever writes in BRUNCH that Beatles is better than Euphoria, and you have to believe it? Why because Beatles sold some 100 times more copies than Euphoria? Why not grab an album of each band and make your own choice. Good music, bad music, average music – how can you describe it in words? And yet there are music ‘experts’.
I often wonder if there are any fields left where experts have not made their impact. We have fitness experts - Salman’s or Hrithik’s personal trainers who think they can help you and me get 4-pack 6-pack, 8-pack, family-pack, super-saver-pack, blah-blah-pack abs. That too, over one way correspondence over television media. We have food experts too. Vir Sanghvi (who I feel though writes better about society and politics than about food, and that’s because his strong point is his pen and not his tastebuds), and then Vinod Dua, (who proudly proclaims ‘hum khate hai india ke liye’). Then there are medical ‘experts’ – a whole panel of Doctors who’ll take questions over telephone like “My father’s friend’s mother has cancer. Do you have any idea how long will she live?”. Pure bullshit. Have question? Go visit the nearby physician. And those doctors sitting on the discussion panel would have better utilised their time attending to patients. Or wait maybe they are not confident about practising themselves and so are giving ‘expert opinions’. There are other 15-minutes-of-fame experts to. IITJEE topper giving tips on how to study. (As if his next year all 50 thousand people watching the programme will become toppers themselves?).
I don’t think the day is far of when we’ll have ‘bathroom experts’ (how to pass your bowels more gracefully? Anyone?) or someone like a ‘scratch expert’ (how to itch your bum in the public without looking crude?). And then the news channels have wild imaginations. Just wait and see what other types of experts they come up with. (And I totally forgot about astrologers, tarot card readers and the like. I really wonder if news channels have so much surplus money that they waste prime-time slots on future-prediction-babas and devis? I really wonder why are they unable to predict they election result for next 20-30 years. Would relieve us the headache of going all the way to the polling booth and electing those same corrupt guys over and over again)
What is the whole point behind getting to know an expert’s opinion? If Rajiv Makhni likes iPhone more that Android, then we all have to do that too? I really don’t think so. Experts are just one among us. They have their likes, and yes they have their dislikes too. There is no harm in telling “I like A, I don’t like B. And C? That’s something I hate as hell.” I have no problem with anyone sharing their views on that. But I have serious issues with someone telling me “A will suit you most. You may or may not like B. And please don’t go with C. It’s just not your type”. Come on, that’s my decision to make. I may not get paid to appear on TV and publicly proclaim what I like and what I don’t but that doesn’t take away my right to make independent decisions.
I am really not an ‘expert-hater’. I love CellGuru and NewsNet3.0 and I love Zaika India Ka. Then there is this person Shweta who writes in BRUNCH about socio-political issues, I enjoy going through those pieces. I really welcome it when these ‘experts’ explore new products, new issues, bring up things for me that are not in my reach, increase my knowledge. And honestly what’s the big deal if our ‘expert’ wants to give some personal opinion? But advice? No no. Not at all. I never paid anyone to be my adviser. And ‘free ka advice’ is not my thing.
Psst….. the next big book to hit the stands is “An expert’s guide on : HOW TO BECOME AND EXPERT”. Watch out for it!!!

Friday, June 10, 2011

We...the people of India



We are the careless people of india,
We can’t take care, nana nah!!!
Loosing children at fairs,
Tripping down the stairs,
Giving away secret information,
Arriving late at the train - station,
We think after we act,
And that is a hard fact.


We are the brave people of india,
You can’t scare us my dear!!!
Crossing the closed railway track,
Pulling out things from topmost rack,
Walking on road, not footpath,
In winters, taking cold water bath
To any extreme we can go,
May the hot and cold blow




We are the talkative people of india,
Maintain silence? No way yaar!!!
Useless bargaining with veggie vendor,
Pointless banter with opposite gender
Predicting the outcome of a cricket game
Discussing daily soaps with energy same
We can go to any extent,
To avoid remaining silent.








We are the shameless people of India,
Chattering away blah blah blah….
Asking for extra sauce at KFC,
Mixing Chat masala in pepsi,
Not paying  parking fees,
Peeing behind the  trees,
We are one of our kind,
However we are, never mind,





We are the lazy people of India,
We’re never active, it’d appear,
Getting home delivery of meals,
Covering walking distance on wheels,
Outsourcing of sales,
Auto-reply of emails,
Rather than work, we’d take a nap
We’re in laziness’s vicious trap.






We’re the outspoken people of india,
No one can outspeak us ever…
Shouting slogans at political rally,
Winning world wars, just verbally,
Always getting our point across,
Showing others who’s the boss,
Our praise we ourselves sing,
In the shouting field, we are king.




We’re the corrupt people of India,
The vigilance commission we never fear
Scamming people and making money,
Mixing water and adulterating honey,
Building bridges that collapse a day later,
Using public money to make our wallets fatter
Every devious trick is up our sleeve,
That’s a fact you better believe


We are the religious people of India,
Actually god’s the only one we fear.
Keeping a fast, 8 days a week,
Everywhere divine intervention we seek,
Stomaching stale Prasad in god’s name
To get work done, it’s god’s wish we proclaim
Here even gods in court cases do fight
But also god’s name can get people to unite.



We are the couch potatoes of India,
When we watch TV, you better steer clear
Kalmadi gets arrested on NDTV,
What happened to Anandi?? Cries your biwi
You switch to ESPN to catch the score
But Cartoon is one which least does bore.
We are crazy television freaks,
We can keep watching on for weeks.





We are the foodies of India,
From food we get pleasure sheer.
Scrounging bread at ‘paranthagali’
Taking morsels the size of Great Khali
College girls who eat ‘oil-less’ fries
Devouring unhygienic food despite mom’s cries
Just eat pray and live…
Is the mantra that we believe

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tagore: A Citizen of his Country and Universe

((This essay won me the first prize in KVS Tagore Mahotsav at National Level)


“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken…..”


These are not only lines from Tagore’s famous poem, but also probably his own vision of utopia. Tagore’s vision of his own universe. Yes, Tagore was not only a citizen of his own country but a citizen of the whole universe, wherein he had carved out a niche for himself. Not many people would argue if Rabindranath Tagore is called the epitome of world literature. Having spent the early years of my life in Kolkata, I have known Tagore right since when I have come to my senses. In Bengal, even if you fail to find the image of a popular deity at someone’s home, you are sure to find at least one image of Tagore in each and every home. Tagore is no less than the omnipresent god, “Rabindra-sangeet”is no less than a religion and “Rabindra-Jayanti” is as grand as any national festival. He is not just a legend, but a phenomenon worldwide.
Rabindranath Tagore belonged to a well-known cultural family of Kolkata, also known as “Thakurbari”. Many of his uncles, brothers and nephews were renowned painters, poets and writers. The great man who enthralled the world with his heart warming poems and novels had never got formal schooling himself. He had ventured into the world of writing at the very tender age of eight. At the age of 16, he first published his works under the pseudonym Bhanusimha1. The fact that people thought Bhanusimha was a 17th century writer whose works had recently resurfaced, itself speaks volumes of the quality of writing of the teenage Tagore.
Unfortunately the world outside Bengal was in the dark regarding the jewels coming out from Tagore’s pen. Till 1912 Tagore had never ventured outside Bengali, and neither did he need to. The fame and popularity he was enjoying in Bengal itself was more than enough. By then he had already brought pioneering changes to Bengali literature. But it was in the year 1912 that he redefined literature for the world. Tagore translated some of his works which collectively came out as “Geetanjali”2. The English poet Yeats, came across these translated works and was so overwhelmed by them that he brought it out in from of a book for which he himself wrote an introduction. It was a collection of only 103 verses, a tiny fraction of all works during his lifetime. And most of those had lost their rhyme and grace in the process of translation, and still the beautiful amalgamation of romance, spirituality, superpower, nature and the divine in his verses held the western readers spellbound – so much so that this collection of a meagre number of his works won him the Nobel Prize for Literature in 19143, soon to be followed by Knighthood. Tagore also underwent schooling in England, though only for a short span of time but it sufficed to bring in elements of western culture into his life and his works. His works reflect of shades of English literature while staying rooted to the Bengali origins. Thus he succeeded in a converging the west with the east, and being probably the first to do it successfully by taking the best out of each realm. In his time, he soonemerged as the identifying figure of Eastern literature in the west. In fact he was the first non-westerner to be bestowed with the Nobel.
Tagore’s works are truly universal in the sense that they do not only bring together the west and the east but also try to embrace the modern without totally breaking free of the old tradition. Man and divine are also gracefully intertwined in his works. And most importantly, his works have been a sensation in the west and east alike. From Europe to Japan, USA to Bengal, his works have remained equally popular. Even his political views were never too rigid. Historians often find his political stand complex in nature. Though being a close friend of Mahatma Gandhi, he despised the “Satyagrah” methodand maintained distance from it because he believed more in education than in revolution. And yet, after the Jalianwalah massacre, he gave up his knighthood as a protest. Then again during the partition of Bengal, he organised a mass festival where Hindus and Muslims tied rakhis to each other as a symbolic gesture of brotherhood4. Thus his political views always tried to accommodate everyone. Rabindranath Tagore had very refreshing views on education as well.
Through his famous children’s story “The Parrots Training”, he slams the rote method of learning5. His zeal to set up idealistic education institutions led him to establish Vishva-Bharati at Shantiniketan. Now a Central University of the name VishwaBharati University, it has glorious names like Satyajit Ray, Indira Gandhi, Amartya Sen among its list of alumni. He co-founded other schools in the west too.
His works have true universal appeal in the sense that you will find a Tagore poem for almost any and every occasion. From devotional chants to patriotic war cries and even the amalgamation of man and divine, his works have all flavours. His short stories too encompass the lives of people from all strata of the society. Moreover, in his later life Tagore also dabbled in painting. But he shall be best remembered for the ground-breaking music he had composed for his own lyrics. “Rabindrasangeet” is unique in its own way and is an integral part of Bengali culture, or rather it might be said that Rabindrasangeetis a culture in itself.
Rabindranath’s rich legacy still stands tall in our world. His birthday, Rabindra-Jayanti, is celebrated in form of “Kabipranam” not only in India but even in places like Utah University, Illinois, USA6. His works, having been translated into English, Dutch, Swede, French, German and numerous other languages and shall be read and remembered for generations to come. Tagore is the greatest poet and the greatest literary figure ever produced by India, but he shall belong to the world at large. Just 100 poems of his held the world spellbound, and no one knows what might have had happened if the worldhad stumbled upon his lifetime collections. Maybe that is why the people of Bengal not only preserve Rabindranath’s works (RabindraRochonabli) as a religious relic but for them Tagore is as much a basic necessity as food, water and air. The poet who brought Indian literature to the west shall ever remain a citizen of this country and of the universe.
These lines perfectly sum up Tagore’s rich legacy -
Thou hast made me endless,
such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,
andfillest it ever with fresh life.




     

By Arnav Gupta
Class XI B
KV Janakpuri


Photo courtesy – JaduSaikia (messageoftheday.blogspot.com)

Citations:
1.    Rabindranath as a poet (BhanuSingha) - RadhikaranjanSamadder
2.    Gitanjali: Selected Poems –Rabindranath Tagore, School of Wisdom
3.    List of Nobel laureates - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
4.    Rakhi Celebrations in Kolkata - www.rakhiindia.com
5.    The Parrot’s Training (English) – Rabindranath Tagore
6.    Rabindranath Tagore, Impact – Wikipedia

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