Rabindranath Tagore - Blog Posts
“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love
Coke Studio Bangla:-
Deserves more recognition:-
Anondodhhara~ (Rabindra Sangeet)
~BISWABHARATI MUSEUM~
(Shantiniketan Trip :- Day-3)
One of the best places of shantiniketan. Mobile was allowed but photography was not allowed inside the museum (i have made a audio-video, keeping the video on inside my bag and recording the convos) so I have to describe everything.
Best books of Rabindranath Thakur. The things which were used by Rabi Thakur, the gifts which he received from japan and other countries. His letters, his meeting with George B. Shaw, Netaji etc..
(I don't know why but I am unable to post the video🙂)
I had a romantic moment there too 🤭. He was really into literature he was reading everything which was hanged in the walls of the museum and I went near, started reading out loud and he was listening to me then we smiled at each other, later on we came out together from the museum and parted ways. 😭
My favorite mutuals:-
@intellectual6666 @shyam-kariya @choppedphilosopherharmony @arjokonna @aapki-shayara @uska-deewana @enigma-the-mysterious @anarkali-disco-chali @myladytara @existingwhy @moonhymnss @zakhmpemarham
~KONKALITOLA, KOPAYI NODI & JOMIDAR BARI~
Shantiniketan Trip:- Day-2
Konkalitola Mondir:-
Beautiful temple. My family didn't give puja because this year my grandmother expired, so "ashuch" . (curse in english I guess, don't know) I was sitting inside the temple area and saw that "Shautali Dance" was performed by the tribal women. I danced with them, clicked photos. I danced so well that they were calling me continuously🤭. I really had fun their. I even did my make up inside the temple area (because Pinush was giving me rush and yes girls take time to get ready). While doing my makeup I felt like the song "Chandi Jaisa Rang Hai Tera". I know I am not even a bit of that song but still I felt. (I am ugly as hell🙂 but still I felt like chandi jaisa rang). Anyways really felt calm and happy while dancing.
Kopayi Nodi:-
Rabindranath Thakur composed a poem "Amader Choto Nodi" which was based on Kopayi Nodi. Its really a "choto nodi, chole aake bake". I have nothing so say something about this nodi because its really beautiful. Speechless I am.
আমাদের ছোটো নদী চলে বাঁকে বাঁকে বৈশাখ মাসে তার হাঁটু জল থাকে। পার হয়ে যায় গোরু, পার হয় গাড়ি, দুই ধার উঁচু তার, ঢালু তার পাড়ি। চিক্ চিক্ করে বালি, কোথা নাই কাদা, একধারে কাশবন ফুলে ফুলে সাদা। কিচিমিচি করে সেথা শালিকের ঝাঁক, রাতে ওঠে থেকে থেকে শেয়ালের হাঁক।
~ রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
(I have posted a picture of "Bonolota". It is a villa which is named after Bonolota.)
Jomidaar Bari:-
Several shooting took place in this place. Its really huge. Shiv Pujo takes place in this house. I though that the Zee5 webseries "Shwetkali" shooting was done here but I was wrong. Anyways. I even clicked some photos inside the jomidar bari. I felt like I reached heaven, its was vintage and beautiful.
Thats all about day two. Had a lot of fun and gathered a lot of knowledge.
I bet day 3 blog will capture the heart of every reader.
Lemme tag my favorite Bengali's as well as other mutuals
@intellectual6666 @choppedphilosopherharmony @jukti-torko-golpo @piyakebazaar @anarkali-disco-chali @shyam-kariya @aapki-shayara @aapka-shayar @thecaffeinatedresearcher @enigma-the-mysterious
এরা সুখের লাগি চাহে প্রেম, প্রেম মেলে না,
শুধু সুখ চলে যায়,এমনি মায়ার ছলনা।
এরা ভুলে যায়, কারে ছেড়ে কারে চায়।
তাই কেঁদে কাটে নিশি, তাই দহে প্রাণ,
তাই মান অভিমান, তাই এত হায় হায়।
প্রেমে সুখ দুখ ভুলে তবে সুখ পায়।
সখী চলো, গেল নিশি, স্বপন ফুরাল,
মিছে আর কেন বল।
শশী ঘুমের কুহক নিয়ে গেল অস্তাচল।
সখী চলো।
প্রেমের কাহিনী গান, হয়ে গেল অবসান।
এখন কেহ হাসে, কেহ বসে ফেলে অশ্রুজল।
one fine evening (better to say night), I was humming "জীবন যখন ছিল ফুলের মতো পাপড়ি তাহার ছিল শত শত" of Kobiguru Rabindranath Thakur..
when I sang the line "বসন্তে সে হ'ত যখন দাতা ঝরিয়ে দিত দু-চারটি তার পাতা..." my baba came to me and said, "beta, tui eto bhalo gaan korish, gaan ta chaliye jetei partish"
That moment I felt je "gaan ta ami khub bhaloi gaayi". My baba is a person of perfection and he is not like those jara sobh somoye for every little thing lok ke praise kore.. So I felt glad when my father told me that. He never praise me that much... So it made me feel a little proud about myself...
"~চল রাস্তায় সাজি ট্রাম লাইন আর কবিতায় শুয়ে কাপ্লেট, আহা উত্তাপ কত সুন্দর তুই থার্মোমিটারে মাপলে, হিয়া টুপটাপ জিয়া নস্টাল, মিঠে কুয়াশায় ভেজা আস্তিন~"
Being a girl of Kolkata always made me feel good. I never regret the fact that I am from Kolkata (even though it lacks employment) because I am so in love with this city. Though I live in barrackpore but kolkata has occupied a special corner in my heart. Roaming around Central Avenue, Rash bihari avenue, Shakespeare Sarini, Coffee House, Cathedral Church, Victoria, Dhakuriya, and what not.
I have a weird wish to fulfill and that is, when I will be in college I will roam around to view the simple beauty of Kolkata all alone (since I don't have much knowledge about the road/street which leads to what) to gather some sense about the city. Wearing a simple saree, earring, teep (bindi), churi, and earphones on, which will play all types of bangla gaan (je kawta din and abar phire ele is a must, will be repeated).
Weird i know but I want to enjoy some part of my life/day being alone, roaming around the streets of Kolkata which will give me some degree of piece. Thats all for today
Some students in my school are writing poems. how can someone write poems everyday?? like- anyways the poetry's are quite dumb. not kidding but poems should contain some twist or some topsy turvyness. Metaphors, personifications, oxymorons, similes, hyperboles, ironys are missing. Those poems won't make you think twice. It won't just touch your heart. Simple and flat writing. For example "you are my guy and you are the only one I love, can't forget you" blah blah blah...
Poems should contain :- (purely my opinion)
"evening sky made thoughts run through my idle brain, drowning me, bewitching me and what isn't. It made me think what in the world am I doing? competition on its highest peak, humans running like as if hypnotized by the pied piper of hamlin to enter into a hole full of darkness, however, dark success, which, covering our mouths with some bitter currency which won't reach to the siren heaven after human expiry"
Love, is their only topic. Poems should contain some heart burning emotions. Might be love, might be betrayal, might be the economy, even a broken glass or a tulip so white, so sad, so pure, so happy, so DEADLY. Sylvia Plath wrote about tulips. In our current world, people are making love so playful that they are making dumb poems about it. Love isn't filthy. Love is like getting into harvard, writing a book, clicking photos, looking deep into the sky and a person. love is not always romantic. Sadism isn't always sad.
(No hatred to them)
This much is all. Leave to be granted.