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This has been a prestigious national theatre, constructed by the Andhra Pradesh State Government, in the name of Sri Rabindranath Tagore.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn; Rabindranath Tagore; Sigrid Undset; and William Butler Yeats
Barbie, Larry's older sister, owned this book, along with the rest of its series.
"Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance
and whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused by their shouts; his
thoughts long to be the playmates of things.
Our dreams, drifting in the stream of the vague, stretch their
arms to clutch the earth, -their efforts stiffen into bricks and
stones, and thus the city of man is built."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
Bain News Service,, publisher.
R. Tagore
[1916. Nov. 21]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative. Date based on negative LC-B2-4054-6.
Photo shows Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 - 7 August 1941).
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.23240
Call Number: LC-B2- 4054-4
Butea monosperma (syn. Butea frondosa, Erythrina monosperma, Plaso monosperma; Kinshuk, Palash, Dhak,Flame of the Forest, Bastard Teak or Parrot Tree), is a species of Butea native to tropical southern Asia, from Pakistan, India,Nepal,
Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia, and western Indonesia.
In West Bengal, India it is associated with Spring (season), especially through the poems and songs of Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore, who likened its bright orange flame-like flower to fire. In Santiniketan, where Tagore lived, this flower has become an indispensable part of the celebration of spring.
Bain News Service,, publisher.
R. Tagore
1916 Nov. 21.
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative.
Photo shows Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 - 7 August 1941).
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.23242
Call Number: LC-B2- 4054-6
Bain News Service,, publisher.
R. Tagore
[1916 Nov. 21]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative. Date based on negative LC-B2-4054-6; date on this negative is a later usage or publication date of Nov. 20, 1924.
Photos shows bindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 - 7 August 1941).
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.23241
Call Number: LC-B2- 4054-5
The night has ended,
Put out the light of the lamp
Of thine own narrow dark corner
Smudged with smoke,
The great Morning which is for all
Appears in the East.
Let its light reveal us to each other
Who walk on the same path
Of pilgrimage.
Rabindranath Tagore
Baghdad
24 May 1932
"On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand
and they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children,
even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the
great meeting of children."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
Astad Deboo's "Interpreting Tagore", in tribute to Rabindranath Tagore on his 150th birth anniversary at Taramati Baradari, Hyderabad on 8th Jan, 2012.
This is actually probably a moth, but I liked the quote :)
This little guy was on the foundation of the house when we went to go scratch our initials into it. I thought it was too cool to pass up :)
MOST DEFINITELY best in large view:)
Clavadistas de la Quebrada...(uno), (dos), (tres), (cuatro), (cinco), (seis)
Clavadistas de la Quebrada...(seis)
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Passing Breeze
by Rabindranath Tagore
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.
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Ravindra Jayanti is the day which marks the birth anniversary of the great scholar, poet, musician, playwright and novelist Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941). As author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse" he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. Affectionately called Gurudev (the Mentor), he was a Bengali polymath and reshaped Bengali literature and music in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Birthday of the poet laureate Rabindra Nath Tagore is celebrated on 25th day of Baisakh (Bengali calendar). In Kolkatta it is popularly called “Poncheeshe Boishakh” and is celebrated ceremoniously all across West Bengal. According to Gregorian calendar Ravindra Jayanti is celebrated on 8th or 9th day of May every year.
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Rabindranath Thakur, anglicised to Tagore, (Bengali: রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর; 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), was a Bengali polymath who reshaped his region's literature and music. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913
Walthamstow, East London, UK
Rabindranath Tagore FRAS, also written Ravīndranātha Thākura (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Sometimes referred to as "the Bard of Bengal".
Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941),[b] sobriquet Gurudev,[c] was a Bengali polymath who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby freeing it from traditional models based on classical Sanskrit. He was highly influential in introducing the best of Indian culture to the West and vice versa, and he is generally regarded as the outstanding creative artist of the modern Indian subcontinent.
Santiniketan was made famous by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore, whose vision became what is now a university town (Visva Bharati University) that attracts thousand of visitors every year. Poush Mela at Santiniketan, is characterized by the live performances of Bengali folk music, especially the baul music. It includes folk songs, dances and tribal sports. This fair offers a perfect insight of true heritage of the state. The students of Shantiniketan present their magnificent performance and make this festival more enjoyable and glamorous.
Images of Bengal.
candid street photography at Bay & Bloor, Toronto, Canada.
Read statistics today reporting that 80% of the USA population has a cell phone. 80% !! And 79% spend every waking moment with the cell phone stuck to the side of their head. At least, that's what it looks like out there in public (my statistic, not the survey's). Another real statistic.......30% of cell phone users admitted, in a survey of 2277 adults across America, that at least once in the last 30 days they have faked conversation on their cell phone to avoid human interaction !!
Contact Jyotirmoy Basu says : "That's what Rabindranath Tagore called the crisis of civilisation."
"On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
I wonder what tragedy befell RT, or those he knew, to inspire these words...
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom.
Love remains a secret even when spoken,
for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for thee.
In love I pay my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.
---Rabindranath Tagore
"The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle
for ever so long.
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a
hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.
I should never steer her to stupid markets.
I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.
But, mother, you won't weep for me in a corner.
I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back
only after fourteen years.
I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with
whatever I like.
I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily
across the ever seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.
We shall set sail in the early morning light.
When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in
the land of a strange king.
We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the
desert of Tepantar.
When we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell
you of all that we have seen.
I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
The sunset cruise down the Nile in a traditional felucca was wonderful ... though Spring was just hitting Cairo and the evening was rather chilly.
Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
- Rabindranath Tagore
Please check the wiki link to know more about this Nobel prize winner poet and writer whose 150th birth anniversary was celebrated last week.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore
Have a nice week ahead!
I was alone...waiting; so placed my camera on a rockbed with a self-timer of 10sec..........
Love My Little Coolpix!
সূর্য যখন অস্তে পড়ে ঢুলি মেঘে মেঘে আকাশ-কুসুম তুলি।
সাত সাগরের ফেনায় ফেনায় মিশে
আমি যাই ভেসে দূর দিশে–
পরীর দেশের বন্ধ দুয়ার দিই হানা মনে মনে।।
As the setting sun reaches the horizon,
And the clouds are all like cotton flowers in the sky,
On the surf of the seven seas,
I float faraway to foreign lands.
I throw open the locked doors of fairy worlds, in my imagination.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
At The Top Of The Cliff
Cala Blava, Badia de Palma
Majorca / Mallorca, Spain
Poush Mela (Bengali: পৌষ মেলা) is an annual fair and festival that takes place in Santiniketan, in Birbhum District in the Indian state of West Bengal, marking the harvest season. Commencing on the 7th day of the month of Poush, the fair officially lasts for three days, although vendors may stay up until the month-end. The key characteristic of this fair include live performances of Bengali folk music, notably baul music.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf."
"Rabindranath Tagore"
Happy Birthday Tagore ( May 9th1861- 7th Ausgust1941)
A feeble attempt to tribute the great legend.
My dear friend Monsoon Lover always inspire me with his intellectual mind.
Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
by Rabindranath Tagore
Diwali, also known as Deepawali in South India, is often referred to as the Festival of Lights. Lights are lit on the new moon night to welcome the Goddess Lakshmi. Although it is called Festival of Lights and fireworks are set off from early morn till late at night over a period of days, the spiritual meaning of this festival is concerned more with the awareness of inner light.
In Hindu philosophy, it is believed there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite and eternal called the Atma. With the realisation of the Atma comes universal compassion, love and the awareness of the oneness of all things.
(The information above is partly from a Diwali card from The Taj Group of Hotels.)
Turn up the sound to hear the fireworks etc. This is just from one angle but you could turn 360 deg to see the same all over Chennai. If you click on the link below you will see that this has been going on since dawn. And as I type, the air resounds with bangs and flashes of colour burst, in every direction, outside our windows.
"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."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
From Light
Bain News Service,, publisher.
Tagore in Tokyo
[between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards.
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.22224
Call Number: LC-B2- 3912-14
Give Me Strength
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength
lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength
to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength
never to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
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.
GITANJALI
The offering songs from Rabindranath Tagore