#ulog-12-- 'The leaves of your feet are everywhere'

The rainy season of Calcutta is a bit different. I stood in front of the house that was 250 years old. Jorasanko Thakur Bari The wonder of the Bengal Renaissance, which appeared in front of the eyes. Nineteenth century undivided India The English rule is going on. Bengali looking selfie Rammohun -Yagyasagar-Bankim-Michael is building the foundation of Bengal Renaissance. Nationalism is booming Religion reform movement is breaking thousands of years of fanaticism. The established Brahma Samaj of God-liberated God of liberal God-led Rama Mohan Roy. Hindu Muslim Christianity was not seen before by such an example of worship! I remember that the great teacher of the Bengalis was a great foreigner derozio. His young Bengal army's free thought storm! Against superstitions and social evils

"I am your own," said the person who said, "I am your own" The epitome of poetry 'identity' poetry in Segunita Then the house inside Life story, childhood old house. Row row by row of staircase. The house of the red cement floor. The day was filled with photos - people are fluttering at home. Everybody is going to come. Great joint family. In the house of Teetala, the boy has sent an engrossed royalist Rabindranath to Rabindranath. Want to know - I want to go to the Himalayas? The boy poet remembers the flood of joy! Maharshi sat in the verandah in front of the garden. Sitting near the feet, Rabindranath Tagore singing songs to the father. Gaganendranath another unique talent in the picture of this scene.

Dwijendranath submerged in the editing and philosophy of Bharati. Jyotirindra busy play. Satyendranath is now India's first ICS His wife, Jnanadanandini, is preparing the sari blouse that is going out of the Bengali girl's head. He is the first figure of today's Bengali girl's costume. She is out of the house after all- and then stepping out of the country. Bager is also working for the publication of magazines for young people - the contribution of Rabindranath to the Deborah. Swarnkumaru is also busy editing and writing articles. Her daughter Sarla Sahacha- artistic career- she is creating a new example of women's independence. Tagore's passion for art literature and passion for writing poetry is giving the youth Rabindranath Tagore Abanindranath Tagore is going to paint the picture on the other side! Literature air in the house at home In the patriotism- the philosophy of humanism - the art of culture and culture-inspired in humanity. And there is a unique artistic feeling

Everyday, in the morning worship of Brahmo Samaj, Maharshi and young Rabindranath give the responsibility of singing prayer. He is singing in his heart for God - 'I was hiding in my heart - I could not see ...'. In this way, on the way to know himself, he came down from the dust to his fullness, God. This is the quest of God in human beings, the creed of Brahma religion. Son giving love to the tune of his son, being impressed by the father - 'infinite you can play in the tune of mine - your expression in me is so sweet ...'. In the bounds of human existence, God has come in the form of honey! 'When life gets dry' - seeking the sweetness of Krupudhara is the absolute fulfillment of that. Human love has gone on in the tune of Anantola - 'All the love of my life is yours.' In the morning, the prayer of Amrit is being mixed in the air - 'Energize Mom, develop inner intentions ...!'

In the middle of the cellar, the row of people in the front row stood in front of the grand house of Thakurbari. A small house than a huge house. Here in this small house, hundred and fifty-four years ago, on the night of twenty-five Boishakh, Saradha Devi gave birth to this wonderful son! Stop thinking that we were born, suddenly. If Rabindranath would not have tied up with life in that sudden! The golden light which filled the sky of the Bengali! The cultural awakening of intellectual minded creativity in a house has not been heard before. And also one wonders how Rabindranath could be such a world-class talent in so many cases. No doubt, as a poet, he was in the world. But only this one identity of his diverse creation and contribution can be covered? How many multicolored flowers do they make, he has filled the kingdom of the human culture.
We look at the world's peasant minders. Despite their depth of experience or experience, the field of practice was limited. Musicians like Shubert, Mozart, Beethofen, have lived in tunes. World actors such as Spectacles, Moliere, Ibsen, O'Neill have single-minded plays. Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Hemingway did not make much of a foot in the world outside of fiction. Van Gogh, Picasso, Matias Just known as drawing the picture is constant. Apart from two exceptions, philosophers have not even come to the fascinating world of stories, poems, songs and tunes. It is strange to think that Rabindranath was outstanding personality - poet, storyteller, playwright, musician, novelist, painter, educationist, social reformer and philosopher. He can stand on the side of the world's top-ranking intellectuals!...

I remember one of the passages in the poetry, 'We are two people who are single - that is our only happiness'. And our happiness was that he was a Bengali - he and our mother's language are one. Not only happiness - it is our ultimate glory. Our continuing bend towards the path of our life is unending. He was frustrated by the disappointment of our joy and came to hand. In our liberation war, he got his 'My Sonar Bangla - I love you' patronage motivation mantra. When he sees the wrong and wrong-minded humanity of the society, he says, 'Those who are cruel in their senses, who are scattered through the mad hatred of human beings / they are also human beings' - our hearts and sighs are pronounced. Nothing in the poisonous nineteen of the Nagians can not stop there - but we get the power to reject wrongdoing, mad hatred, in our hearts.

He was born in this house - from a boy to a teenager. Youngest to old- then the old man. His touch in the house from the house of Thakurbari is still there. Come down the stairs to the staircase. We have written down our thoughts, imagination and feelings for our lives! So this is not only the Tagore house - Bengali has 'house-house in the house' of Bengali Rabindranath His touch comes in our everyday life. When our hungry-hungry day-to-day casualty ends, there is little peace in looking for a tired mind. An amazingly beautiful journey of artistic sense, he took the partner - Rabindranath forever! Our inner self says, 'this lavinu company is beautiful, beautiful!' In the magic of the science of spirituality - He takes us away from the sky, in the midst of the sun filled the sun. "The world is in our joy, our invitation!" Our 'far-off-pity' mind then reached a 'wide distance'

He said in 'the crisis of civilization' that losing faith in humans is a sin. Hopefully, unbeaten people will be able to overcome all obstacles in their expedition. Human dignity will be returned. He believed to be the culprit of humanity to be the ultimate culprit. And on this path of faith, Rabindranath is involved in our daily life. From one morning to the next, we get the help of him. The night comes where the mishap is mixed with the daytime ... the night of the night can be found in the clouds of the night ... in the evening of the clouds and pie chest rick and running alone! Rabindranath's hundred and twenty-four birthdays, I pay respect. In wirter language, I will place a leaf on your feet wherever you are.

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