The state of nation is like what the weather feels like these days: scalding hot with prickly heat. And it hits where it can hit most. Morality is turned upside down and is in the minority. Promises, possibly impossible (people are used to them, anyway, in election times), have a free run and are in the majority. Everything looks muddled, what India is proverbially famous for.
Nature tried her best to teach the nation a lesson of lifetime, as it seems. She sent down FANI. FANI did its best, holding the states to ransom. It uprooted everything that came its way: towers, trees, huts, houses. But in its trail, FANI brought back cauldron of heat. So it is back to square one again with a ‘bonus’: Devastation.
Amidst the no-holds-barred bedlam, Tagore’s 158th birthday is going to be celebrated. The poet, who puts man above everything else, is still worshipped in a world which takes pleasure in dehumanizing the humans.
This world lives in contradictions. And it loves to do so.
So no wonder. Tagore is remembered for his belief in “Manusher opor biswas harano pap.”
“It is a sin to lose faith in man.”