"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































"Such shall be your curse, ye human!
That you will say great things,
and they will be understood only after you are long gone."
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Gurudev,
 
I am but a speck, probably much smaller than you were, and possibly much less significant. For some strange reason I felt your vibes one day and I started looking around for you. I turned to your writing and I was spiked. It's too much for me - far too radiant. My heart swells up, first with pride and then with heaviness. Could your shine have really been worthy of your time? Did people really look up to you or merely basked in a misinterpreted aura they created about you? 
 
Your poems are rare jewels and find their worthy place today, but could they pay you well during your life? Or were they like prodigal sons of a wasted father?
 
Very many moments come in a poet's life, when the heart bounces with true joy. Your words of devotion in the Gitanjali are brimming with such moments. When the light of a new truth dawned, or when a new bud of love blossomed, you must have danced and laughed so much. Yet was there anyone for you to share it with? You would have pulled the maid's boy and made him listen to you for the whole time, and the poor kid stood long, just for the sake of the toffee at the end. Is that why you developed a close brotherhood with Nature? Because you felt the trees and the wind understood you better?
 
That night, looking at the starlit sky, when God's music descended upon you, and you saw it working in Nature from horizon to horizon, how excitedly you would have sat up in your bed? How you would have choked on your voice and woken up your wife to narrate it, and would have gone on, even though she just turned and slept the other side.

The great Shakyamuni said that 'Wisdom cannot be shared'. They say the pure joy of realization can be felt only the person himself, and trying to share it only creates distractions. But you were a humanist. If not for sharing your joy, you would have still tried to talk about it so as to guide others on the same path. The fact you wrote, is proof of that.
 
Did you, Gurudev, put an effort to ignore the disinterestedness and ignorance of people around you? Or did you hope they will rise out of it one day? I know you recognized their inabilities for sure, because you tried to reform education, to make it more creative and natural.
 
I look around for your photographs and I find many, but I don't see you smiling. The stern look of your youth, turning pale and forlorn during olden days, speaks of an uncomfortable aloofness that you lived in - like a princess locked up in a castle. And I am happy that finally your prince charming did come and take you away.. hopefully to a better place. A place where the devotion that you so beautifully spoke about could be truly practiced and appreciated.
 
PS: Thakurbari is the official home of Rabindranath Tagore in Kolkata, India, and now a tourist destination.

Disclaimer: please consider the post in speculative light. Just a speculative work only.
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