Quotes from Tagore
Its 60th year of Independence. Most of us would have sung the National Anthem today (at least heard). I know a lot of the crowd don't fancy these things any longer. I would not be surprised if you tell me you were still asleep at 8 on August 15th.
I was at my sister's hospital for the flag hoist. The ceremony was short and sweet. No, I am not going to describe anything here..
The intent of this post was to appreciate Tagore and his brilliant piece of literature. Off-late I have read quite a lot of Tagore. Geethanjali, Farewell my Friend, The Garden and a lot of quotes and snippets from his poems and novelettes. Just brilliant, have not read anything better that describes emotions. He seems to have had a eclectic taste and commands understanding into many domains! I have become an ardent fan!
Few stray birds..
"His own mornings are new surprises to God"
"Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it."
"Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others"
Shall also quote a line from Farewell my Friend for today, which is a very sensible romantic novelette.
"When an impediment crosses the way of love and we are prevented from loving someone whom we might have loved, then such a person becomes for us an object, not of indifference, but of the very opposite of love, blind hatred."
My favorite: "The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move"
I was at my sister's hospital for the flag hoist. The ceremony was short and sweet. No, I am not going to describe anything here..
The intent of this post was to appreciate Tagore and his brilliant piece of literature. Off-late I have read quite a lot of Tagore. Geethanjali, Farewell my Friend, The Garden and a lot of quotes and snippets from his poems and novelettes. Just brilliant, have not read anything better that describes emotions. He seems to have had a eclectic taste and commands understanding into many domains! I have become an ardent fan!
Few stray birds..
"His own mornings are new surprises to God"
"Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it."
"Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others"
Shall also quote a line from Farewell my Friend for today, which is a very sensible romantic novelette.
"When an impediment crosses the way of love and we are prevented from loving someone whom we might have loved, then such a person becomes for us an object, not of indifference, but of the very opposite of love, blind hatred."
My favorite: "The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move"