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Tagore: A Poet, a Painter

by Tarikul Alam
THE nation and the country, In fact the whole world celebrates the 131st anniversary of birth of the great poet Rabindranath Tagore today, 8th of May 1992. It ts a great day for all of us.
I would not venture upon dwelling on his greatness, manifestations of which are spread over whatever he touched. 1 do remember, of course, of a comment made on bls' mastery over paintings. To that lady, whose name I have managed to forget. 1 owe a lot. She, of course, knew what she was writing or saying. The gist of her saying was that Tagore would have even been Immortal If his genius would have centered round his paintings. I do not have the authority to comment. But 1 quote Tagore. He said while explaining the meaning of painting: The language of sound Is a tiny drop In the silence of the infinite, The uhiverse has its eternal language of gesture, it talks in the voice of pictures and dance. Every object in this world proclaims in the dumb signal of lines and colours.the fact that, tt Is not a mere logl cal abstraction or a mere thing of use, but it is unique in itself. It carries the miracle of Its existence.
i "But there countless things which we know but do not recognise in the fact that they exist though we may have to acknowledge them as facts that are Injurious or beneficial. It is enough for me that a flower exists as a flower, but my cigarette has no other claim upon me for its recognition. but as being useful for my smoking habit
"But there are other things which have certain rhythm or character In their forms which make us acknowledge the fact that they are. In the book of creation they are the sentences that are underlined with coloured pencil and' we cannot pass them by. They seem to cry out, see. here I am and our mind bows Its head and never questions. Why are you.
"In picture, the artlat creates the language of undoubled reality, and we are satisfied that we see. It may not be the representation of a beautiful
woman but that of a commonplace donkey, or of something that has no credential of truth in nature, but only in Its own artistic significance.
People often ask me the meaning of my pictures. I re-main silent even as my pictures arc. It is for them to express themselves and not to explain They have nothing ulterior to their own appearance. and If that experience carries Its ultimate worth then they remain, otherwise they arc rejected und forgotten
even though they may have some scientific truth or ethical Justice."
Rabindra Nath Tagore
Moscow, Sept 15. 1930
(Reproduced from The Modem Review. Jan 1932.)
Nandalal Bose, doyen .of art tn the sub-continent paid great homage to Tagore. He said that when Gurudcv's glory was evershining in the field of literature, religion, politics, sociology. and he was considered to be original thinker in these sectors, he started painting. He was in his seventies and three objects were dominant in his pictures. They arc — the consciousness of rhythm, coordination and self-emulations. His paintings are his own, but in conformity with Indian tradition.
In fact. Tagore was a painter of such qualitative su pcriority and he blended so much variety in various forms and schools of thought that ft Is difficult to limit him anywhere In any particular manner. Like his all other creations. he was also unique and singular In this aspect too That Is hts greatness.
Long live his spirit and soul to Illuminate us.