Tuesday, April 30, 2013

“Mahaprasthanam” (Grand Journey ) ----'Karunasri' Jandhyala Papaya Sastry



Which Mahatma’s heart of love flowed
The ocean of compassion  overflowed!!
Flooding from Birla’s house
The stream of people towards jamuna !!

Not only the royal  swan from the  Himalayas
But also the bird in the tree
Is   shedding tears warm  sorrowfully
On seeing the body of Bapu!   

Bearing weapons of  peace and nonviolence 
Wearing the armour of truth
Dandi    satyagrahi who led the mass
 Moves in to the abode of peace!!

No anger- except satyagraha
No house-except prisonhouse
He’s a message of truth for nation
He’s world anew for the world-

No more can we see karamchand
Who  grew  the  jasmine  creeper of nonviolence
 Flowers blooming   and honey flowing
 To  prop up    truth !

Slept and smiled the baby 
Beside the mother on the bed yesterday
Sleeps forever and  ever
Beside the mother Yamuana today!! 
   
 Bapu- Dear Bapu-  liberator   of Mother  India
 Sacrifices  his body  corporeal
 On the ground burial 
 In the fire lit by his sons!!      

Spilt blood with his naked sword
Torn  asunder motherland by  ‘Khaid-e-Azam’
Burns  the heart of Bapu
On the pyre of sandalwood !! 

Leaving his staff and  chappals
Departed  Gandhi for the land
Sans  scorpions and thorns
inequity or unevenness !

Emerging  out of  the golden womb of  the dame East
Awakening younger brothers with enlightenment
Purging    darkness, giving lights of freedom,              
Sunk in the Western Sea  ‘Bhuvanabandhu’   

Many  turn  great after their demise
Unable to be famous when alive
You are Mahatma in ages three
Alive or dead on this earth!          

Monday, April 29, 2013

“ Changed a Blade into a Bunch of Tender Leaves” – "Karunasri' Jandhyala Papayya Sastry


When invaders in droves arrive in
To loot the  land of   Bharat
When the demons rise up
And persecute the pious
When  the evil raises the sword
And insults the humanity
When selfishness  swallows altruism
And struggles  with  peace  in vain
The lord descends on the earth in compassion
And becomes refuge to the wretched
The earth is enthralled !
The position of the arrogant is routed
The bell of Dharmadhenu  is reverberated in every house.

The clouds of sorrow drifted  afar
The rays of the Sun lightened the corners four
In poets’ hearts bloomed the flowers of poesy
The blessings of sages rained on our  history

The Tretayug succeeded the Krityug
Fetched  the fame of Ramachandra
The  Dwaparayug followed the Tretayug 
Brought the glorious riches of Srikrishna
Then  came the Kaliyug in the world
In its heart moved the age of Gandhi
His name resounded in the cosmos
Behind him moved the world.

The poets who saw it  radiated  the moonlight
Gave  the salutes floral   with hearts of delight
Romain Rolland praised Gandhi’s miracle
The dame of Tagore’s poesy danced afresh.

What people! What greatness! How much the body thrilled
In this ocean I  turned into a grain  of sand
I can’t take a step in this stream of people
I can’t move my lip in this song of victory.

Cruel roars reached four corners
Challenges rose into the skies
“A blow for blow, Sword for sword”
Wild laughter  resounded  in  the Space.

Sharpened the sword   slit  the throats
Men  turned  demons  killed their brothers
Fired the cannon   scorched the heart of the earth
Bomber planes smoke filled the sky
Burned in flames   the world
Rains of shells-streams of blood.

What vigor   brought  this iron age
One religion killed another one
What fruit  fetched  this age of sword
One country devoured another.

Here scientists  there the ignorant
The rustic gods sans lies and malice
The workers with shovel and axe
The ryot sardars who share crop with the populace

Awaited  the savior
Who comes in a new avatar
To destroy the demons
Change the world and humans.

Who’s he? who’s he?  A half-naked form!
Agony in his eye! Inspiration  of victory  in his tone!
Dances Brahmatejas on his forehead
Floats lights of truth at the edges  of his eyes
Bow their heads the ends of blades before his cosmic love
Shake even the doors of diamond before his pledge.


He’s our ambassador of peace, Gandhi
Our statesman dear to the whole world
 Allayed fears of war his liberating voice
Triveni  of theories of  Buddha Muhammad Christ .    
 
Melted the cannon rusted the gun
Broken the sword departed death
On hearing the ahimsa mantra once
Gone the weapons of destruction at once        

The hearts of stone turned  into streams of honey today
Ravana does yagnas to  “turn into Rama” today

Arrived like this  the age of humans
Received the great song of blessings
Gone  like that the age of demons
Bending its neck under the weight of weapons

Weaved a stone into garland of jasmines
Changed “the rapier into bunch of  tender leaves”
Transformed the demon into human
Bapu! Where did you get  this education?  

Receive Bapu! This arghyanjali this poem
Sprinkle  honey  on these drops of water
Streams of tears in memory
 Of those two great men in Agakhan palace.

Enough one small  drop of  your tears
 Fallen  from  your eyelids
Sprinkle  honey  on these drops of water
Receive Bapu! This arghyanjali this poem.

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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Alluri Sitaramaraju- ‘Karunasri’ Jandhyala Papaya Sastry


                                         
You have  pledged  to destroy  tyranny terrible over folks
You are the ocean of light bright     
Out of surging waves of   revolutionary fervor of India!
Yours is history  immortal  for Telugus!

On seeing   your  brave figure of warrior spirit
Elated  was  Telugu nation  in India!
Blasted   were  rivals’ ears  by your conch of victory
Blessed was the forest by touch of your feet!     

Scion of royals ! You  looted the government   alien 
Out to exploit the innocents  with its hands  demoniac
Spread  the red salutes your   movement heroic
before the feet of   Andhra prowess!

Followed by  Gamu  Doras as body guards
 And the army of Bhils with their bows
You took up the  Bow of Dharma
 Jumped to smash the  shackles of Mother!          

Let the whites  might have labeled   you  bandit leader!
What did you  rob?
The anger untenable!
Tyranny unlimited!    

Unable to see her lord of life
Your love gave up her life
Uniting with her
‘ Ramaraju’ turned ‘Sitaramaraju’!

Pride, perseverance, patriotism
Bravery unparallel
Sacrificing your life in the fire of freedom fight
You have ennobled Telugus’ hearts!!  

Police took you away with  prayers
Treated  you like lord supreme
Piled  their weapons before your feet lotus
Kudos  to your influence enormous!!

Perturbed were the military battalions for your “Mirch Mail”
Shaken the brute power at your upsurge
Shines forever  your history like gems bright
 At  the top of the Crown of Bharata Bharati!! 
                                                     (Part 2- Udayasri )           

Friday, April 19, 2013

POEMS OF M.SARAT BABU


                                                    MOTHER INDIA'S MALADY  
                                                                                                                              
Mother India ailed mysteriously!
Great doctors examined her thoroughly
To find out the disease of the Lady
And soon started a wonderful remedy!

More children and fewer souls had led
To her soul-onomic crisis, some said!
Hindo-philia made Hindo-phils prey on
Christo-phils, Islamo-phils and so on!

Soul-opsy revealed severe soul-oma!
Doctor Religion gave anaesthesia;
Doctor Politics performed soul-ectomy;
But India’s malady reached its acme!

The soul-osopher found the worst syndrome;

         Acquired Soul Deficiency Syndrome!

  


How Satanic Man Has Grown!

Who is God and what is God?
God is sound and sound is God!
Streams and birds drum and hum and pray to God!
Men and machines chatter and clatter and prey on God!

Who is God and what is God?
God is air and air is God!
Musk deer and jasmines fill the air with fragrance and please God!
People and vehicles spit out foul fumes and tease God!

Who is God and what is God?
God is water and water is God!
The earth and the heaven become the holy home for God!
                                   Firms and farms fill that temple with lethal filth!

How satanic man has grown!


Privatisation of Love

As spontaneously, love sprang in me,
“Civilize your love,” they told me!
As naturally, love sprouted in me,
“Culture your love,” they warned me!
As I remained still untamed,
They got me love-starved!
As my heart got love-starved,
I let my heart love-rationed!
Alas! My love was caste-rated!
Alas! My love was adult-rated!
As I reached my merry age,
I thought of my marriage!
So I let myself enslaved by money
To enslave a woman as did many!
I chained and bound her in gold;
And she shone like a plastic marigold!
I immured her body in shiny silk;
And she borrowed her beauty from that silk!
I preserved her heart in a fridge;
And her love remained frigid in that fridge!
I imprisoned her mind in a colour TV;
And her reason rose as reliable as that of TV!

Finally, I bought a double bed for my wifely love

To become the sole proprietor of her privatised love!


The Melody of Love


The beautiful sky and the green valley,
Ring with the melody, you sing today!                     

Lucky’s my life, you become my wife!
You fill my heart like great rare art!

The beautiful sky and the green valley,
Ring with the melody, you sing today!                     

Whenever we meet, your love’s so sweet,
I forget agony in your company!

The beautiful sky and the green valley,
Ring with the melody, you sing today!                     

The spring of nectar, the moon you are!
Why come you near and fly off dear?

The beautiful sky and the green valley,
Ring with the melody, you sing today!                     




CLT

Director Doctor Lakshmi Narayan
Studied Collegiate Education
And directed Vijay and Andal well
To find out why the ELT fell ill!
English Language Teaching became teasing!
English Language Learning began sneezing!
Collegiate Education got good doctors
Carole and George studied the real factors
They culled and called the crazy cream
And enthralled them with the thrill of a team
They prescribed them capsules of practicum
A HOT delicious dish of capsicum
They found in CLT a remedy
To make ELT a nice melody!





The Angel of Love

You’re the nectar of life, come near!
You’re the angel of love, come dear!
The crescent moon in the sky is shining
As with great love you’re now smiling!
You’re the nectar of life, come near!
You’re the angel of love, come dear!

You’re the fragrance of lovely flowers teasing,
Being spread around by the breezes pleasing!
I feel the thrill of the tickling love
Of the celestial maidens twinkling above!
You’re the nectar of life, come near!
You’re the angel of love, come dear!

Your love removes my pining agony!
I dream and scream for your loving company!
Yours is the beauty greatly coveted by many!
I’m the immense mirth of enjoying that honey!
You’re the nectar of life, come near!
You’re the angel of love, come dear!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Self-surrender, Freedom and Celebrating life in Tagore’s Gitanjali


        Globalization has only turned the pendulum back and freedom of market has become superior to democratic freedom. The protests against globalization  have assumed  the form of religious idiom in many countries causing more confusion among the people in the aftermath of the undermining of the leftist opposition. The modern poet who opposed traditional thinking is seen as advocate of the Western culture  and his  freedom is curbed by the government  on the one hand  and  religious people under the sway of the fanatical leaders. Vexed and cynical due to the onslaught from various corners and a times the very people whom he wants to influence and change,   the poet in the present days  is  to remain stubborn and  hopeful to see an end to “the clash of ignorant armies in the night” written about by Mathew Arnold way back in the nineteenth century. The romantic element  and piety return to the poet who has turned skeptical in the modern age  and he thinks  that literature and poetry rather than power politics  can usher in better world.   In these  days of hypersensitivity  when people get offended easily and resent any criticism of their faith ,  the freedom to create and criticize is the need of the hour.
    Tagore’s Gitanjali  has put the Indian poet on the world map of literature. Krishna Kripalani writes that “ love of God and love of man, strength in sorrow and humility in joy ,an innocent wonder that hides centuries of thought , invest these songs with an appeal that is both universal and perennial”(229).  In the present time of wars which are punctuating peace, is it possible to go back to the frame of mind when Tagore wrote these poems and appreciate them? This article  attempts to  understand Tagorean concepts of freedom and life in the present times of conflict and violence and people’s protest against injustice however weak it may be.  
 Self-surrender and freedom   
     Krihna kripalani writes that  Tagore’s “religious poetry  which culminated in the passionate sincerity an utter simplicity of Gitanjali was wrung out of his heart’s blood. His religious insight, like that of all great saints, was born of  deeply experienced sorrow and loneliness”( 222).       
     Tagore writes that his song is simple and the jingling of ornaments would drown His whispers. His  vanity vanishes in the sight of God, the master poet  at whose feet  the poet Tagore sits humble. He wants to make his life a flute of reed to  be filled with divine music.  In the hall of God, the poet has a corner seat. His idle and empty life breaks out in  futile  tunes. He asks Him to instruct him to sing in the dark midnight in the hour of silent worship. The poet has been invited to the world’s festival and he saw and heard whatever he could  and played his tunes. He asks whether the moment of  darshan came to offer his silent salutation. The poet notes that the song which he came to sing remained unsung  and he spent time in setting the strings of his instrument right. Neither the time nor the words have come and only the agony of desire remained in heart.  He hasn’t seen God’s face or  listened to his words but heard only the gentle footsteps on the road before his house. God’s seat has been made , the lamp remains unlit but he hasn’t been invited  into the house. The poet is hoping patiently   for the  moment of meeting Him. He thought that he reached dead  end in his voyage. His resources depleted and obscurity stared at his face. But  he finds  the God’s will is endless in him. The new melodies of heart spring forth while old words dry out on the tongue. A new country of wonder opens up where the old paths are lost. If God is silent , the poet fills his heart with silence and is vigilant like starry night in patience. At dawn, His voice pours out in golden streams from the sky. From the poet’s  heart raise songs like birds and divine melodies blossom into flowers in all his forest grooves. The poet’s journey is long, he rode the chariot of first gleam of light and voyaged through the wide world.  The farthest course takes him nearest to God  and the most complex training helps to the utter simplicity of tune. The traveler has to knock many doors before he comes to his own and the cry for destiny  floods the world and receives the assurance  “ I am.”
Nirmala writes  that “Tagore asks us to come down on the dusty soil and find presence of the Divinity among the tiller who tills the land and the path maker who breaks the stones. The charge of escapism and the other- worldliness against the poet are absolutely wrong and baseless.”  
Patience pays
        The poet asks to pluck the flower and the little one has to be honoured with the pain of touch of his hand. He is afraid that the day ends without making any offering. Despite the small flower’s light colour and faint smell, the little flower may be plucked in time for divine service. He  sees divine love in the golden light  dancing  upon the leaves, idle clouds drifting in the sky and the passing breeze leaving its coolness upon the poet’s forehead. The morning light has flooded  the poet’s eyes  and his heart touched God’s feet. According to Kripalani, “The language is simple and the feeling as sincere as the thought is sublime“ (229) Verner von Heidenstam , another Nobel prize winner  has written that  “ They gave me hours of intense enjoyment , it was like drinking the water of afresh , clear spring, the intense and loving piety that permeates his every thought and feeling , the purity of heart, the noble and natural sublimity of his style , all combine to create a whole that has a deep and rare spiritual beauty “ (qtd. in Kripalani 261-261) 
Krishna Kripalani writes that ‘the key stone of his spiritual philosophy or intuition’ is that “he will see God within himself and also permeating everything in the universe, remote and self-isolated , luring men away from this world or  a jealous  tyrant , scared of Satan and bribing mankind with his favours ” (198)            
      The critic says that self- surrender and humbleness may not  go far in exploring the secrets of universe. There is a chance that    humbleness can make people passive in face of change.  The wonder of nature has to propel man to unravel the enigma  of universe rather than praising the given. The destiny has to be chalked out but  not accepted as unalterable  since human endeavor has achieved the progress so far but not the  surrender before a force  imaginary. This argument  can be reflective of  height of  arrogance or granite –like will power to create a niche permanent for mankind  in the bosom of universe.
     On the positive side, the doctrine of self-surrender accepts that whatever happens is for one’s good in the end. There is “a destiny that shapes our ends.” It makes the best of the present and  the world of opportunities available. It believes that by subordinating  one’s ego   to the higher powers, one can realize one’s innermost desires. It avoids frustration born out of failure of  one’s will  or efforts whereas  firm will could lead to failure and frustration. At times it may lead to the emergence of megalomaniac leaders such as Hitler. The    Spiritual concept of freedom expects a person to strive with diligence to attain divinity  whereas the rational or agnostic  outlook of the West  expects that one has to fight on with endurance of  the old man of   Hemingway or tenacity of    Stephen Hawkins or willfulness of a Stephen Jobs who braved cancer to realize his goals.  But materialistic interpretation of history supports  understanding of historical laws and practice that  would give one real freedom and an individual cannot hope to be free while his  nation is not free and working class is at the mercy of the vagaries of markets.

Freedom
   The poet’s heart aches at slavery but is ashamed of hoping for freedom. He clings to the tinsels and  shroud of dust and death even though God is the poet’s best friend and has priceless wealth. Though the poet’s debts are large and shame heavy, he is afraid of the granting of prayer by God.    The poet is building the wall of ego around him and his true being is buried in its dark shadow.
   The prisoner says that he forged a chain with great labour to rule the world with his invincible power and at last he found himself enchained. Mundane love is a bondage and possessive  whereas divine love is free. The divine love waits even though the poet doesn’t pray or keep Him in his heart. 
    The poet wants to awaken  his country into a heaven of freedom where one finds- fearless mind, self-respect,  free knowledge, truthful words, universalism, untiring  effort  for perfection, clear and living stream of reason and expanding empires  of mind and action. He prays to lord to root out penury in his heart. He also prays for strength to have equanimity, service with love, stand upright for the poor and against the insolence of the mighty, broadmindedness, and to bring  surrender to is will. The poet prays to God to offer  merely on dry heart, a burst of songs  to graceless life, peace and rest to clear the dire of daily routine, the visit of a King into closed heart. The poet prays to the holy one to come with his light and thunder when mind is swayed by delusion and dust. He wants to face the God to remove dark despair and wants for cloud of grace ( that looks like tearful look of a mother) on the day of His  wrath.
Krishna kripalani quotes from the letter of Tagore written in February, 1893 as follows:
Ours is indeed an unfortunate an unfortunate,  God-forsaken country where the primary will-to-do is lacking. The capacity to think, to feel, to will is atrophied. The adventure of big striving, of truly and fully living is unknown…. Our reasoning is infantile and our emotions easily degenerate into sentimentalism.” (174)
Tagore has not turned a  blind eye to the world.
 Kripalani writes that his “mysticism was nothing but his sense of kinship with everything, his innate awareness of the unseen link that binds not only the living among themselves , but the living with the so-called nonliving, the seen with the unseen” (175).  Kripalani writes that Tagore wanted us to learn a ‘ mission to fulfill’ and not suffer from  ‘provincialism’ which can end in ‘intellectual indigence’(336).       
     To him freedom is more mental rather than merely  political. His insight into unity of life in diversity of creation  cancels hierarchical thinking and ‘temporary’ tyranny in the cause of freedom.  Tagore’s concept freedom is   for national regeneration  but not chauvinistic or xenophobic.  His spiritual  outlook champions the puny against the Mighty. His faith doesn’t degenerate into superstition and clear steam of reason does not  lead to mechanical materialistic attitude. He is against  greed and he seeks  help from the grace of God to inculcate optimism. Tagore has aspired for freedom untrammeled by Political organizations and movements wedded to force.  To him freedom is more mental rather than merely  political. His insight into unity of life in diversity of creation  cancels hierarchical thinking and ‘temporary’ tyranny in the cause of freedom. Radhakrishnan writes, “The soul is the creator ; all others are the materials for creation. The materials may come history, from social environment. They do not create the human being. He expressed himself through them. The living spirit in us liberates us from the mechanism of compulsion. It is freedom that helps us to order our life and move forward in the education of human race…Great sources of knowledge and deep wells of inspiration are available to us so that we may select worthy goals and work effectively for realizing them.” ( 150)         
      Marxian concept of freedom has also focused on cultural changes which would propel and succeed political and social revolution.  It wants negation of conformist or status-quo philosophy  and tries to posit new freedom. But the history of socialism shows that freedom has soon turned into shackles of new kind proving Dickensisan  prophecy true. Continuous struggle for freedom  has become a necessity in order to   defeat the old forces and in the fight to the finish the reactionary forces have also won at times leading to curtailment of freedom for artists. Many Russian and Chinese writers have become victims  of ’ignorance of historical law’. The yesterday rebel has become a new commissar and democratic freedoms have vanished.
            Modern concept of freedom  supports national freedom or liberation form imperialistic exploitation and its cultural assault.  It wants freedom from the state as well as  fanaticism of  non-state groups. Discrimination based on caste, religion, class, nationality, color, gender, age are anathema for modern lover of freedom. Freedom is from the tyranny of mind or the majority. It is  allowance for criticism. It is freedom to fail  in risk-taking. To attain national and democratic  freedom Mandela and Aung San Suu kyi   spent decades in solitary confinement. They have sought freedom from rancor and vindictiveness and there is no chance of the rise of the new rank of oppressors as Dickens wrote at the end of The  tale of two cities. They have not seen freedom as burden as existentialists felt nor retreated into individual Moksha or salvation.
   
Celebration of life 
      The poet wants to mingle various strains of joy--  the joy that makes the earth flow in excess of the grass, the joy that makes love and death dancing over the wide  world, the  joy that pulsates life with laughter,  the joy that sits still with its tears on the open red lotus of pain, and the joy that throws every thing it has upon the dust and knows not the word.  The same stream of life that courses through the poet’s veins goes through the world and dances  in rhythmic measures.   It becomes blades of grass, leaves and flowers,  gets rocked in the ocean  cradle of birth and death,  limbs  glorious and pride  dancing in his blood this moment.
     The poet says that His joy in him is full and   he has come down to offer love. In his life, His will is taking shape and  love unites the poet and God.
     When the poet wants to yield, he asks the other to take it up and sees struggle  in vain. He asks God to come and occupy his seat ( a mat on the floor) at his will and pleasure.  
    The poet says that he searches the ocean of forms to gain the perfect form of the formless. He is weary of travel and wants to seek immortality and tunes to eternity. The poet was not aware of the moment when he crossed the threshold of life. In the morning,  he felt that he was no stranger in this world and god appeared to him as his mother. He loves life as well as death. When  the playhouse of infinite form he has had his play and he has seen the formless. Divine touch thrilled his being and  made him fearless of death. When the poet was playing divine play, he didn’t know  his shyness or fear and his life was joyful. On  happy  days, he never cared to know the meaning of His songs but picked up the  tunes and his heart danced with cadence. The world stands in awe of the infinite. The  poet says that the flower is in splendor among the thorns and at the end of the stony path a person wants in “virgin solitude” (p.41)
       To Tagore  “perfect freedom lies in the harmony of relationship which we realize not through knowing  but in being. Objects of knowledge  maintain an infinite distance from us who are knowers. For knowledge is  not union. We attain the world of freedom only through perfect sympathy” ( qtd.in  Radhakrishnan P.142)       
     Bertrand Russell, in his article “The Essence of Religion” writes at length about finite self and the infinite self and the relation between them. According to him, the essence lies “in subordination of the finite part of our life to the infinite part. Of the two natures in man, the particular or animal being lives in instinct, and seeks the welfare of the body and its descendants, while the universal or divine being seeks union with the universe, and desire freedom from all th at it impedes its progress…what promotes disunion is insistent instinct, which is of animal part of the man: what promotes union is the combination of knowledge, love, and consequent service which is wisdom, the supreme good of man.”( 575)  
  It is  really surprising to find remarkable similarities in the thinking of both Tagore and Russell in terms of  finding wisdom in the infinite self  which  demolishes the walls of the narrow walls of ego. In  Tagore’s Gitanjali, one finds a continuous insistence on stretching towards infinite self and  doing away with the egoistic concerns.           
Facing Death with a sense of acceptance: 
     Let all the strains of joy mingle in the last song—the joy of the earth, the joy of dancing of life and death , and the joy of freedom. The poet invites death  in waiting for whom he has seen vicissitudes of life. He  prepares the garland  for  the Bridegroom and to meet him in ‘the solitude of night.’ The poet knows that when he  dies, “Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before”.   He bids farewell to his brothers, thanks for receiving more  and asks for merely kind words. Now  he is ready to oblige the summons for his journey. The poet wants other to wish him good luck and sees the path as  bright and beautiful and fearless.  He says that the evening stars and  “plaintive notes  of twilight  melodies” greet him at the end of his Voyage. The poet knows that he is conquerable. He is certain  that his pride will be smashed, his life will burst in exceeding pain and his empty heart will sing like a hollow reed  and the lotus has to give out its innate honey  at one time or other. When the divine eye  calls him in silence , he shall oblige.  The poet dives down in to the ocean of life to catch the formless. He takes his harp of life into the music hall of the abyss and after its last utterance, he lays it down at the feet of the silent. He sought  Him through his songs and learnt all his lessons of life. He wants all his songs merge into ”a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation’ to Him. He wants to fly back  to his eternal home like  a flock of homesick cranes flying endlessly   the way to their mountain nests.
               Russell’s understanding regarding religion is quite different as he argues that fear of the basis of  the whole thing- fear of the mysterious, fear of defeat, fear of death.” (596) His opposition was to organized religion that has turned cruel in the course of history. He  believes  that  the feeling of security  makes people turn towards religion which can be substituted by science. He writes that “science can help us to get over this craven fear in which mankind has lived for so many generations” and science and  “our own  hearts can teach us … to look to our efforts here below to make this world a fit place to live in. “ (596)
               Tagore hasn’t turned  his face away from science and he made an attempt to  influence science through criticizing mechanical materialism. In his article, Biswanath Banerjee writes  as follows: “ Through their contemplation of Nature as a living spirit, Bose and Tagore had at once critiqued the extreme materialistic aspect of Western scientific methodology and simultaneously reiterated the essence of ancient Indian spirituality which is manifested in the belief of the Unity of Life.”
 Both Tagore and Russell have not been dogmatists  but committed themselves to open-mindedness and reason. Both have tried to grasp the truth  although their tools are different – scientific  reason in case of Russell and poetic intuition in case of Tagore. Radha Krishnan writes that  “though Rabindranath was essentially a literary artist, his voice was raised whenever grave injustices were committed….Tagore along with Gandhi was responsible for the awakening of the national spirit and all through his life he was a much against the cowardice of the weak as against the arrogance of the strong. In his patriotism there was no trace of hatred , bitterness or chauvinism” ( 152).  While  Russell has been able to give his deep insight   of religion in his article from  his  Freeman’s Worship, Tagore has been able to appreciate  the beauty  of science. Russell’s words, “ What the  world needs is reasonableness, tolerance , and  a realization of interdependence of the parts of human family” would certainly have received concurrence from Tagore.(604)         
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