Some days I sit long hours
glaring into the computer screen. I know what I want to write. But, the words
simply refuse to come and thoughts vanish into oblivion. Here I am in one such
boundless moment where, the mind is behaving meditative and I sense an absolute
blankness.
However, somewhere deep
within, I hear one of my favourite Rabindrasangeet play.
“Aaguner parashmoni
chhnoao praane
E jibon punnyo karo……….”
The lines literally mean
“purify my soul”.
And blessed I feel. I do
not remember the ‘first time’ when I got to listen to this song. But I do
remember the ‘every time’ when I listen to this song and am overwhelmed with
emotions. The lines written in Bengali with its in-depth meaning, spoke
the universal language. It touched my heart deeply.
It is then that I picked
up an English translation of Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali
(Song Offerings), a collection of poems. To me, the precious creation is an
honest heart’s journey of life in communion with the Almighty, and the
spiritual connection in every simple thing that makes them the most
extraordinary beings in life.
This year marks Gurudev’s
(as he is fondly called) 154th Birth Anniversary (May 7, 1861). His creative
endeavours are still refreshing. To quote one of my dearest friends from West Bengal, “Meaning changes with each passing phase of
life….That’s the magic of Gitanjali.” “That’s the magic of Rabindrasangeet
too,” I added.
Little wonder, my mind
plays his music magically therapeutic. And I write, the words from my heart.
