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Two days back I was in Rishikesh- the holy land. There were a couple of elderly ascetics sitting near to the Holy Ganges river , where they were smoking pots. A few of them turned their back towards me , after seeing the camera in my hand.But this character stared neutrally into my eyes. I think this look has a lot of contentment and pride in it.
There are a few more interesting shots , which i would be updating subsequently.
Personal updates -- I have left my job and I am going for higher education in management from the first week of july :) .. so this is kind of a short relaxing break
In a small park (Plaza Hindú) across the road from Templo Hindu are 3 bronze statues - Madre Teresa de Calcuta, Mahatma Gandhi i & Gurudev Tagore.
This is the Gurudev Tagore statue.
Rabindranath Tagore FRAS was a Bengali poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer, and painter during the age of Bengal Renaissance.
He reshaped Bengali literature and music as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy
of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me
unasked-this sky and the light, this body and the life
and the mind-saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance
by refusing me ever and anon,
saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
-- Gitanjali
by Rabindranath Tagore
Winter Solstice
Cold days/long nights spiral the soul inward
autumnseeds now planted
soaking in the winter rains.
Nourishing darkness,
a time for resting, silence, stillness, waiting,
gaining strength beneath the soil, taking root of what is important.
Lantern of faith lighting the way,
amidst life’s winter storms.
A call to re-balance, re-evaluate,
unload what is not needed, to simplify.
Embracing the darkness but celebrating the Light’s return…
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore
“Have faith in yourself. Try to know who you are. That is sufficient. If the grain lying in the granary egoistically thinks “Why should I bow down to this dirty earth? The paddy plant is within me,” its real nature will not reveal itself. Only if it goes beneath the soil will its real nature manifest.”—Amma, Awaken Children Vol. II, p.65-66
“Faith, be my companion, stay beside me all through the night.
Never let me be without you, be my guiding light.
Truth, reveal your beauty. You’re the essence of all I see.
Fill my mind with perfect wisdom. Teach me to be free.
Grace, you bring salvation, pure compassion in every form.
Melt away my sorrows like the sun after a storm.
Peace, you are my refuge. Like a gentle rain, you cool my mind.
Let me rest within the silence, I have longed to find.
Love, you’re like a fragrance, giving sweetness to everything.
You’re the reason for rejoicing, you’re the reason I sing.”
—MA Center chant, “Faith Be My Companion”
You do not see that the Real is in your home
Yet you wander from forest to forest listlessly,
You do the see the Real is in your Home
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
Here is the truth,
go where you will
to Benares or Mathura
If you do not find your soul
the world is unreal to you.
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
-Kabir
Many years ago, this beautiful translation by Rabindranath Tagore turned into a song that poured over me day after day and empowered me during tremendous loss and grief. It quenched something that I only begin to understand now. In my daily life I meet so many people flailing in all directions, battling depression, disease and behavioral disorders. I see them flit from one thing to another while playing with their phones or electronic tablets all the while searching an answer. I see them earnestly trying to navigate a world which is fighting for a piece of real-estate in their thinking. My Teacher used to remind us that the mind has a thousand eyes. The mind is extraordinary in how much it can file into its memory bank. With each conquering in the memory bank, the fish is more and more away from the waters of imagination and innovation. I am beginning to see so clearly that we relinquish control of this information storage system because we have lost our individual connection to the real nourishment of life which waits for us to return homeward like a prodigal fish.
The DreamFish is a symbolic representation of the limitless possibilities that await us when we let go of our dependence on the external. I know its a stormy sea out there, but when I continue my practice with the 4 Eternal Principles, when I continue to listen to the creative outpourings of my Consciousness, there is a smile on my face, faith in heart and so much patient love that wells up inside of me.
Lamp of Love
by Rabindranath Tagore
Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs in me---I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,
and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light!
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.
The night is black as a black stone.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
Bamboo
Phyllostachys aurea o Bambusa aurea
"Fes que la teva vida sigui recta i pura com una canya de bambú"
"Haz que tu vida sea recta y pura como una caña de bambú"
"Made your life be straight and pure like a cane of bamboo"
"Faz com que a tua vida seja recta e pura como uma cana de bambo"
Rabindranàth Tagore
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace. - Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
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Original photo credit: Vesna Zivcic
Bain News Service,, publisher.
R. Tagore
[1916?]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative.
Photo shows Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 - 7 August 1941), who visited Japan in May 1916.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Format: Glass negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
General information about the Bain Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.ggbain
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ggbain.23055
Call Number: LC-B2- 4025-8
"Sì, lo so, non è che il mio amore
questa luce d'oro che danza sulle foglie,
queste pigre nuvole che navigano in cielo,
questo vento che passa, accarezzando
la mia fronte con la sua freschezza.
La luce del mattino mi ha inondato la vista:
è questo il tuo messaggio al mio cuore.
Chini il viso, i tuoi occhi fissano i miei,
il mio cuore tocca i tuoi piedi."
RABINDRANATH
T A G O R E
I've become aware that you can also see Shakespeare's Birthplace from the back on Guild Street (although was already aware of this side), and thought I'd get some shots of it. Not easy with a gate and metal fence with sharp ends in the way, but did the best I could with them.
Shakespeare's Birthplace is a Grade I listed building on Henley Street in Stratford upon Avon, Warwickshire.
Town house, now a museum. Dates from the late 15th or early 16th centuries, severely restored in 1858, following drawing of 1769. Timber-framed building with plaster infill. Tile roof with rubble stacks. Two storeys with attic. The facade is mostly 19th century replacing 1800 brick fronting.
William Shakespeare was born here April 23rd 1564. His father John lived here from 1551 to 1601. The right end unit was probably being his wool shop. The house passed to the Hart family, decended from Shakespeare's sister, until 1794, and was a tourist attraction from the 1740s or before.
It was bought by the Shakespeare Birthplace Committee for preservation as a national monument in 1847. A musuem in the care of the Birthplace Trust.
Shakespeare's Birthplace - Heritage Gateway
Bust in the garden. Was hard to get a shot of this bust through the bars of the metal fence. Bronze bust of Nobel Prize winner Bengali poet/writer Rabindranath Tagore
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky."
Rabindranath Tagore
"I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it."
Dustin Hoffman
Summer sunset over Würzburg
I succumbed to temptation and had to shoot this - like Dustin Hoffman!!
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"Dormía..., dormía y soñaba que la vida no era más que alegría. Me desperté y vi que la vida no era más que servir... y el servicio era alegría" Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ―Rabindranath Tagore
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf. -
Rabindranath Tagore
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Jodi tor dak shune keu na asey, tobey ekla cholo re
~Rabindranath Tagore
If they answer not to thy call, walk alone...
~As translated from Bangla by Tagore himself
There are men and then there is the man who shapes men. Rabi Thakur (as the great poet is known in Bengal) has shaped my mind as the expert potter who molds mud-pots in silence. I have been reading and singing him ever since I was less than a decade old. Although I have formed some opinions contrary to his with age, but tenets of my thinking have all remained borrowed from his great mind. I used to think of him as the towering demi-god viewing and commenting on human pain and suffering from an elevated vantage point. That was a mistake. He is a towering human who wrote as he bled and felt it all. Take the above song for example… He wrote this masterpiece after his father's death; This loss was in succession of losing his wife and two children few months earlier and his mother in early childhood. Orphaned in every sense of the word, this man must have felt lonely. He must have seen how stars, despite roaming in clusters, are alone and far apart. He must have realized that the sun rises alone and the crescent moon melts and forms by itself. On Earth, the pupa metamorphoses alone to become a butterfly that dances alone. The wind blows alone and raindrops fall by themselves. If the poet cried to fend his emotions, he might as well have noticed that his tears too fell alone.
But then, life is to live relentlessly despite the solitude. Ask the star, moon or the butterfly. Perhaps it is a quest to melt into something bigger than oneself and therein attenuate the loneliness. Thus, stars burn their hearts and the poet says, ‘If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm, O thou unlucky one, with the thunder flame of pain, ignite thy own heart and let it burn alone.' So I do. As I fly my destiny and dark clouds of melancholy hover over my head, I spread my arms and let the wind fill my burning heart with the music of a distant voice that whispers his words. And I remain obstinately airborne.
PS: My dear friends and family on flickr (yes, I have been adopted as son and brother here on flickr), please know that all of you have siezed certain moments when you have robbed me of my solitude and flown with me in my worthless creative pursuits. I can never thank you enough. Happy New Year to you all from Pushpita, Rishabh and myself. I hope 2012 brings you what you seek.
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"Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven's river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
"While Deepavali is popularly known as the "festival of lights", the most significant esoteric meaning is "the awareness of the inner light".
Central to Hindu philosophy, is the assertion that there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite, and eternal, called the Atman. Just as we celebrate the birth of our physical being, Deepavali is the celebration of this Inner Light, in particular the knowing of which outshines all darkness (removes all obstacles and dispels all ignorance), awakening the individual to one's true nature, not as the body, but as the unchanging, infinite, imminent and transcendent reality. With the realization of the Atman, comes universal compassion, love, and the awareness of the oneness of all things (higher knowledge). This brings Ananda (Inner Joy or Peace).
Deepavali celebrates this through festive fireworks, lights, flowers, sharing sweets, and worship. While the story behind Deepavali varies from region to region, the essence is the same - to rejoice in the Inner Light (Atman) or the underlying reality of all things (Brahman)."
From Wikipedia
Apologies for my continued absence - I have too much to do at the moment setting up home.
For the last few days the city has been filled with great bangs and fireworks setting off at all times of the day for the five days of Diwali. Last night, the noise woke us before dawn and we looked out to see a crescent moon smiling over the celebrating community. High above the moon another planet shone brightly - I have no idea what it was though it may have had some rings and it might have been reddish.
The noises intensified. Disturbed birds shrieked and called as the swooped about avoiding their usual perches. Cocks crowed to greet the dawn. Dogs barked and howled. And all the while, bright flashes, loud bangs and the rattling staccato sounds of long ropes of bangers battered our senses. Sleep was left behind as we joined in greeting the new light of day.
“Night's darkness is the bag
that bursts with the gold of the dawn.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil,
however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.”
~ Ellis Peters ~
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Its interesting how the photographic elements just fall in place sometimes if we just keep our eyes open and the finger on the shutter release button.
Baul singers performing during the Durga Puja.
Bauls are a group of mystic minstrels from West Bengal and the country of Bangladesh, who often identified by their distinctive clothes and unusual instruments. They a great influence on Rabindranath Tagore's poetry and on his music. In 2005, the Baul tradition was included in the list of "Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity" by UNESCO.
Here the men at the left is playing "Khomok" (aka Gubgubi), a two string cord instrument made of wood and the person at the right is playing "Dotara", a multi-stringed instrument made of the wood of a jackfruit or neem tree.
Must say, had a wonderful time listening to their folk music.
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Title by Meanest Indian
Light
by Rabindranath Tagore
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven's river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.
[Scanned and lightly edited]
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm but to add color to my sunset.
" Rabindranath Tagore"
Bengali poet and 1913 Nobel Laureate in Literature. "I do not put my faith in institutions, but in individuals all over the world who think clearly, feel nobly, and act rightly. They are the channels of moral truth."
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands."
The cage bird sings, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands."
There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."
by: Rabindranath Tagore
Baul music celebrates celestial love, but does this in very earthy terms. Though Bauls comprise only a small fraction of the Bengali population, their influence on the culture of Bengal is considerable. Baul music had a great influence on Rabindranath Tagore's poetry and on his music.
'Poush Mela' is an annual fair and festival that takes place in Shantiniketan, Bolpur in Birbhum District of West Bengal, India marking the harvest season. The key characteristic of this fair include its live performances of Bengali folk music, notably Baul music.
( Source : Wikipedia)
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first day of classes
"The mind,
sharp but not broad,
sticks at every point
but does not move."
-Rabindranath Tagore
Purity
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing
that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing
that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing
it is thy power which gives me strength to act.
GITANJALI
Song Offering
Rabindranath Tagore
"The sleep that flits on baby's eyes
- does anybody know from where it comes?
Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms,
there hang two shy buds of enchantment.
From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps
- does anybody know where it was born?
Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon
touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud,
and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew washed morning
- the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs
- does anybody know where it was hidden so long?
Yes, when the mother was a young girl
it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love
- the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs."
~ Sir Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941~
The Source
One Daniel dies, and this Daniel, his great-grandson, is born. Life goes on and if Baby Daniel has a fraction of the wisdom of his Great-Grandfather then he will do well in life. Welcome, Baby Daniel!
la alegría está en todas partes,
en el perfecto equilibrio de la figura humana,
en el vivir,
en el aprender...
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Song Offering #103
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out
and touch this world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers
let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.
-Rabindranath Tagore (from Gitanjali )
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Two soft boxes in the back pointed at the screen with 1/2 power
One strobe with F8 power in front left of model , gold reflector on right.
taken with Canon 5D, 50 mm hand held, manual F8, 1/125, ISO 100
Child's Message
"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man" - Rabindranath Tagore...
"Wishing all a very happy Easter"
This time my younger son Subhon decided to be the model. Usually he's very free infront of the camera.
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