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Saturday, April 11, 2020

198. Is it right for a country to spend too much on space research when all new knowledge becomes public soon? P S Remesh Chandran

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Is it right for a country to spend too much on space research when all new knowledge becomes public soon?

P. S. Remesh Chandran

 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum


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Except for military purposes, a country spending too much on space research is waste.

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All space science technologies and knowledge become available to the whole world eventually, irrespective of whether a particular country goes there or not or whether it spends money on space travel or not. Most of what man learned from Soyuz and Apollo Missions were subsequently made available in Medicine and Metallurgy throughout the world for the common benefit of mankind. The gains of other missions also will gradually be distributed in time. That is what International Science Conferences are for. Russia and America may keep a few things as their own for a time but they too will have to be released to the world eventually. In science and technology, no country is an island isolated from the other countries. It is a world of constant give-and-take. That is why all new knowledge gained by one country during their missions come out eventually and reach others. They may not come out for a time but they will indeed. That is how science and technology marches ahead. So, in a nut shell, except for military purposes, a country spending too much on space research is an unwanted waste. 

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All countries are in a constant process of receiving newly gained knowledge from other countries and transferring their newly gained knowledge to other countries. This process was done in the past through scientists-exchange programmes, science conferences and borrowing and importing of whole libraries physically but now, though the ancient physical methods continue to exist, the major traffic has come to be shifted to the digital mode of exchange. All prominent universities have now established their knowledge repositories- hot and cold- where from anyone in the world can draw resources. These Knowledge Repositories are sometimes called Cold Storage by a few people but they needn’t necessarily be cold. Some of them are actually so hot and too much in demand that their administrators have had to put a fees to the services for using them to avoid overcrowding of users and stalling of their systems. 

The widespread use of digital knowledge repositories has now become such accepted and taken for granted in many countries that not a few among them have accorded them the status of syllabus and text books. In India, because this vast system of storing and retrieving of knowledge digitally and remotely has already been accepted as standard in universities in leading countries and constitutes a considerable portion of the academic activities in developed and developing countries, official statings have already been made about stopping the printing of university and school text books altogether and using digital knowledge repositories instead. 

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This drawing of knowledge from other countries is norm in space research also as is in every other field- academic and industrial. This giving out of knowledge also is a norm in space research. That was why the French offered their latest Cryo-Engine Technology to India for a token One Crore Rupees as an appreciation for India’s zeal in space research as well as an appreciation for the imaginative brains who worked behind this proposed deal for which India later paid Two hundred Crore Rupees to get hold of this technology. And today we know why. It was not because the French Technology was any bad but because there was no room for corruption in that deal. 

Why India, which borrows or buys space technology from other countries, became a pioneer in launching satellites into space is not because of any uniqueness in the Indian space technology but because of the low cost of Indian space industry. Launching space satellites is comparably low-cost in India, provided the advanced technologies of other countries are lent or sold to her. 

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Had there been no Soyuz or Apollo missions, India would never have even dreamed about going to space. Had there been no knowledge of Keplerian ellipses, exhaust velocities and nozzle expansion ratios from other countries, there would still have been no Indian rocket. India would still have been experimenting with her crude fuel mixtures of liquid oxygen and alcohol with high combustion temperatures which resulted in her engines made of weak steel explode, without knowing anything about the advancement in research going on in other countries on the development of other fuels and other steels with higher melting points.

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How do advanced industries survive? It is either through indigenous and genuine research and development or through industrial espionage. The higher the importance of the industry, the more clandestine and stronger the industrial espionage becomes. Mega industries are regular clients to mega industrial espionage firms and spies in the world. What better way for a country which has not any bases in Antarctica to get hold of the new discoveries on the impact of extreme low temperatures on steel before going to space? It is stolen, bought, rented, or lent: stolen the easiest and cheapest way. Why was there a fierce cold war between Russia and America before the advent of Internet and no cold war after its advent? It is because everything is now accessible to all eventually and there is no need for stealing. There is no domination in the sky. Everyone’s satellites are pinpointed in the maps of the war rooms of other countries, at least to know in advance when those satellites explode and come their way or to know to which spot their camera lenses were turned lately. There is no secret in the space now, practically. 

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For many years the world thought that India’s foremost scientific organization, the Indian Space Research Organization, was free of personnel who were immersed neck-deep in industrial espionage and corruption and receiving sidekicks as money, women or wine for selling secrets. In 1994 this belief was shattered by the arrest, questioning, prosecution, trial, incarceration, compensation and the eventual release after many years of one of the most famous scientists of this organization- the very head of its cryogenics division. Though he was later acquitted, released and compensated on proving in a way that he was not involved in the alleged deals, his trial did bring out what an Augean Stables this national organization is, and raised the questions what kind of industrial espionage and betrayals of India are going on inside this organization, how the espionage rings comprising of young greedy techs are working in this organization, and who are actually selling secrets of scientific research in India to whom. These questions are of paramount importance to the nation’s safety but they hideously remain unanswered. The investigating officers who prosecuted this guy still reiterate in press that he was actually involved with an espionage ring and that they actually sold many secrets using women and that there are still many in this organization’s ranks who are yet to be exposed. 

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Knowledge gained through research going obsolete and stale before even processed in full or in part is a dread of all research organizations in the world. New knowledge always comes out from other parts of the world as people in those countries work while Indians yawn, sleep and snore, questioning and disproving the veracity of the facts or nullifying totally the relevance and justification of the earlier, costing billion of dollars’ waste in expenses- an unnecessary and avoidable folly. It is the price we pay for running quarantined and compartmentalized research classified and funded under defense heads mostly. Had there been meaningful cooperation and revelation among scientists and organizations, there would have neither been this nullification nor this duplication. But these follies help arrogant and spendthrift organizations to go on paying their establishment wings unnecessarily and unquestioned and satisfying the countless people engaged in these wings to the point of not being rational enough to question the follies of the government and the ruling parties. Looked anyway, no sooner a discovery or development is made than it becoming outdated or obsolete is an avoidable waste of the world’s resources in the modern world with rapid information highways built. 

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What India tries to do in space research now is what Russia and America did decades earlier and China attempted and did recently. It is putting a remotely controlled vehicle on the surface of the moon, on the other side of the moon which is perpetually turned away from the earth. Russia’s and America’s efforts to put a man on space, and then put a vehicle on the moon, and then a man on the moon, and then send probing vehicles to other planets, succeeded and brought a load of data which were subsequently interpreted by man and converted into information and knowledge. We would hope we have moved much forwards, all this new knowledge is genuinely new, and not repititions. But still the question remains why the Cambridge Book of Astronomy published decades earlier contained more information than all the published books based on these subsequent travels contained together. Is knowledge in space research remaining where it started and all achievements said to have gained subsequently are virtual- projected figures, statistics and volumes to justify the huge expenditures accounted and classified as defense expenditures? 

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While a grain of sand from a planet is enough to tell its story- to tell its origin, constituents and the conditions there- for a talented, learnèd and imaginative man of science, why some need an entire planet to do just that? After landing man and vehicles on the moon, Russia and America did not repeat these maneuvers again. Why? For one thing, they had brought enough to go on for decades in research. For another, it was because the governments of those countries could not convince their people that the huge expenditures on these ‘prestigious’ projects were not the ruling political party’s follies at the expense of the welfare of their people and and that those projects did bring information useful for people. In fact, history later proved that these two countries- Russia and America- were impoverishing their people by spending national revenue on unnecessary behemoth projects and feeding people a steady stream of lunar images in the 1960s instead of bread and water, and at the same time realizing the expenditure for continuing these projects from people by skyrocketing commodity prices and raising citizen taxes. 

Even before going to moon, there was heavy people’s opposition to the unjustified huge expenditure which the American people said ‘was not its worth’. The people’s opposition was justified when it was proved later that the whole American research apparatus was crippled for space travels, vital fields of research were neglected for want of funds, and America fell into an economic crisis after the 1960s. President John F. Kennedy’s speech lauded the Apollo 11 victory as ‘a symbol of national unity and world unity’. It was all just for media attraction. If it brought world unity, why different countries go to moon independently? 

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The political party in America which landed man on the moon could not keep this ‘prestige’ long and was voted out of power. 

The party and its government in Russia which was later proved to have turned its people into beggars was avenged by its people by overthrowing communism and splitting the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic into so many sovereign and independent countries. Now the ISRO is claiming its Moon Ship II project is its most ‘prestigious’ and the costliest. It is the costliest indeed- the expenditure comes to nearly a thousand crores of Indian rupees- adding the cost of postponing twice the launching of this vehicle due to undisclosed failures, and without adding the establishment expenditure and the research and development expenditure, adding both would move that figure to around 15,000 crores. The question is, is it justified for ‘prestige’? Whose ‘prestige’ in India costs 15,000 crores? 

Mankind has certainly undertaken a few prestigious projects. But the Great Wall of China provided protection and the Suez Canal provided transportation. They served a purpose. But what did other ‘prestigious’ follies of rulers like shifting the capital of India from Delhi and again back to Delhi and the building of the Taj Mahal provide? What purpose useful to man did they serve? They were just vain follies of rulers at the expense of people. 

It is because the Indians ‘yawned’ and slept while others worked that India has had to have borrowed technologies from other countries.


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And then there is this question of comparatively harmless viruses from the earth travelling in ill-sanitized satellites, getting into space, mutating under the extreme conditions of weightlessness and radiation, and arriving back with the retrieved satellites with catastrophic virulence. Satellites are now mass-produced by commercial companies and so their sanitation while launching and reentry are now heavily compromised. Viruses and bacterium which were earlier harmless to mankind have every chance of becoming virulent this way and cause worldwide epidemics. Corona virus was known to man for a hundred years and they were never known to cause diseases in human beings. Their colonization was limited to plants. How else do you think they got favorable conditions to mutate and become able to kill human beings and spread at unprecedented rates?  

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English Essays Articles, Free Student Notes, Indian Writers, Space Research, Satellites,

About the Author P. S. Remesh Chandran:


00. Author Profile Of P S Remesh Chandran By Sahyadri Archives.


Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single.

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E-Mail: bloombookstvm@gmail.com

Post: P. S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books, Trivandrum, Padmalayam, Nanniyode, Pacha Post, Trivandrum- 695562, Kerala State, South India.

 



Saturday, March 28, 2020

197. An Astrologer’s Day. R K Narayan Story Reintroduced By P S Remesh Chandran

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An Astrologer’s Day. R K Narayan Story Reintroduced

P. S. Remesh Chandran

 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum


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An Astrologer’s Day is a story by the famous Indian writer R. K. Narayan. The story abounds in humour, wit and irony. The astrologer in the story is not a real one but a pseudo one, an impostor. He once lived in a village. He did not intend to leave his village but in a drunken condition he quarreled with Guru Nayak, wounded him with a knife, and left him in a well. Fearing the man might have died he secretly left his village, reached the town and got married, and settled there posing as an astrologer of which faculty he knew nothing. 

His practical wisdom, commonsense, keenness in observing people and clever guessing brought him success in astrology.

The astrologer was well aware of his own ignorance in astrology. ‘He was as much a stranger to the stars as were his innocent customers.’ But he had practical wisdom and commonsense and keenly observed people and their manners. He was good in guessing also. His practical wisdom, commonsense, keenness in observing people and clever guessing brought him success in the profession of astrology. He took care to speak only things pleasing and astonishing to everyone. He consoled his customers by pointing out that their troubles were due to the particular position of Saturn sitting in the sky. How could their lives be otherwise with Saturn sitting where it is? So he asked his customers, and thus the conditions in their life accounted for and justified, his customers were satisfied. 

Flares, oil lamps and shop lights lighted the place at night and broken lights and moving shadows created the suitable atmosphere and ambience for the astrologer’s business.

The astrologer made his daily appearance on a pavement where there many other traders also. He always sat under a tamarind tree and he made his appearance always wearing a saffron-coloured turban on his head and sacred ash on his forehead. This colour scheme never failed and his eyes sparkled though we do not know how he made them to be so. People were attracted to him as bees are attracted to dahlia flowers. That part of the road was always busy with people. Flares, oil lamps and shop lights lighted the place at night and broken lights and moving shadows created the suitable atmosphere and ambience for the astrologer’s business. 

Guru Nayak coming to town in search of his enemy.

One day the inevitable happened. The astrologer was closing business as usual and preparing to return home. A stranger appeared before him. It was none but Guru Nayak whom he had almost killed years ago. The astrologer recognized him but Guru Nayak did not recognize his enemy in the astrologer. We can say the stars in the sky were indeed in favour of the astronomer then. His Saturn of course was not sitting at the wrong position in the sky at that time. Nayak challenged the astrologer to answer a few questions regarding his enmity and his coming to the town in search of his enemy. He wanted to know if he could kill his enemy. The astrologer was cautious and cunning. His quick wit and practical wisdom came to his rescue. He replied that his enemy had already been crushed under a lorry and died painfully. He further warned that other dangers were coming his way and therefore he should leave the town immediately. (A precaution for whom?). Terrified and sad, Nayak paid the astronomer handsomely and left. 

‘I thought I had the blood of a man in my hands all these years!’

The astronomer was greatly relieved for finally saving himself from his enemy. The most dreaded moment in his life has passed and there will be no more threats from the past. He returned to his home that as happy as a lark. That night he told his wife the whole story- his life in the village, getting intoxicated, stabbing Nayak, leaving him in a well, and fleeing- everything. He exclaimed: ‘I thought I had the blood of a man in my hands all these years!’ He was happy that he was not guilty of another man’s death, and went to sleep peacefully. 

Written on: September 1990
First published on: 28 March 2020


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An Astrologer’s Day, Astrology Business, Cheating Professions, Free Student Notes, Indian Writers, R K Narayan, Short Stories Reintroduced, Stories From India, Surprise End Stories,

About the Author P. S. Remesh Chandran:


00. Author Profile Of P S Remesh Chandran By Sahyadri Archives.


Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single.

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/psremeshchandra.trivandrum
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PSRemeshChandra
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Blog: http://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/
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E-Mail: bloombookstvm@gmail.com

Post: P. S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books, Trivandrum, Padmalayam, Nanniyode, Pacha Post, Trivandrum- 695562, Kerala State, South India.

 


Friday, March 27, 2020

194. Lawley Road. R K Narayan Story Reintroduced By P S Remesh Chandran

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Lawley Road. R K Narayan Story Reintroduced

P. S. Remesh Chandran

 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum


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The Chairman of the Malgudi Municipal Council, a Journalist, and the Statue of Sir. Lawley are the only characters in the story, but what characters! Lawley Road is a humorous story by R. K. Narayan. Malgudi is an imaginary district situated on the banks of the imaginary Sarayu River in South India where most of R. K. Narayan’s stories and novels are based. There is no such district in India. Through his stories and novels he actually immortalized this district which most people think actually exists somewhere in the vast stretches of India. 

The people of the world got only confused with long-accepted names and famous geographical indicators.

There is a world-wide craze to change the names of cities, towns, villages, roads, streets, buildings, places, and even statues when a country gains independence from a hostile and foreign power or even the administration of the country changes. If we did not build them, renaming them is a pleasure which would satisfy our ego. Wherever we look in the world, we can see so many instances. Many countries we know today by name were not them a few years before. Burma became Myanmar, Ceylon became Sri Lanka, Siam became Thailand and so on and on. Who gained what with these name changes? The famous Russian city St. Petersburg became Leningrad when the communist revolution came and reverted back when communism collapsed. In India Madras became Chennai, Calcutta Kolkotha, Bombay Mumbai, Calicut Kozhikodu and Trivandrum Thiruvananthapuram, which satisfied a few. It satisfied the vanity of a few snobs here and there who live in the vain glory of regionalism, language and false patriotism. It lined the pockets of politicians with money. It also gave opportunities to pocket millions in association with the expenses of a name change. But the people of the world got only confused with long-accepted names and famous geographical indicators. Perhaps of the thousands of writers in the world, R. K. Narayan was the only writer who came up with an immortal story ridiculing this craze among rulers and administrators of countries and institutions. And Lawley Road is that story. 

Malgudi district celebrates the Independence Day of India.

With the birth of the Independence of India, Malgudi Municipal Council decided to rename all roads and public places. The Coronation Park was renamed Hamara Hindustan Park. (Coronation Park undoubtedly was named in honour of the coronation of Queen Victoria in England. Hamara Hindustan Park means Our Hindu Land Park). Several roads were renamed Mahatma Gandhi Road. There now were several Nehru Roads and Netaji Roads in Malgudi Town. This confused the postal department. Letters reached the wrong persons or no persons at all. But people suffered all these difficulties in the name of narrow nationalism. 

How the statue defies the efforts to pull it down and remove.

The chairman of the Malgudi Municipal Council decided to dismantle the statue of the Britisher, Sir. Frederick Lawley, and rename the place Gandhi Nagar. (Nagar means Place, Square). People, who hated all British who had been ruling their contry for many decades and suppressing them, regarded the statue to be that of a very cruel British administrator. The chairman asked his friend, the journalist, to take up the work of pulling the statue down and removing it to some place of his choice, in fact to anywhere where it won’t be seen again. The journalist agreed, hoping to make some money out of it. He spent a lot of money on the project, engaging fifty workers for ten days. The statue defied the best of their efforts. It was twenty feet high and made of lead. And it was well built by the British too. Pulling it down proved to be futile. They could not break the pedestal. So they dynamited the statue and it fell down to the ground. Now was there the task of removing it. Engaging enormous labour, they finally succeeded in dragging it to the journalist’s house. There the head and shoulders filled the house. The rest of it won’t go inside for there was no further space inside. So the bulk of the stature remained outside the house, with only the head and the shoulders inside. 

In their narrow-mindedness they pulled down the statue of a good man.

Which journalist in this world can remain without writing about his adventures, especially when it is one no one has even heard about earlier? So our journalist wrote an article about this adventure and it changed the course of events dramatically. There was uproar. Things changed by overnight and information began to come out. Historians protested the dismantling and removal of the statue and pointed out that there were two Lawleys in British India. This particular Lawley had been a very good administrator and it was he who had built the town of Malgudi! It was he who had established the first cooperative society in India!! And he had sympathy towards India’s Independence Movement too!!! Those who pulled down his statue and dragged it through the mud became the laughing stock of the town. 

A new park comes into being with the journalist’s house and the statue in it.

In no time the situation caused by the Lawley statue became serious. The journalist suggested a strange solution which the chairman was only glad to accept. The house and compound of the journalist along with the statue parked there half in and half out of the house was to be purchased by the chairman of the Malgudi Municipal Council who caused all this scuffle out of his own money and turned into a public park. Then, the park was to be presented by him to the nation as his humble gift. What else could that ignorant fool of a chairman do except acquiescing to this proposal? So he personally purchased the house, built the park, and presented those as his personal gift to the nation. Thus the problem of the Lawley Road Statue was finally solved. Sure, the journalist must have got handsome money for his old house!


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Written in: August 1990
First published on: 27 March 2020  


Tags:

Changing Place Names, Free Student Notes, Indian Writers, Lawley Road, Post Independent India, Malgudi Statue Story, R K Narayan, Short Stories Reintroduced, Surprise End Stories,

About the Author P. S. Remesh Chandran:


03. Author Profile Of P S Remesh Chandran By Sahyadri Archives.

Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single.

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/psremeshchandra.trivandrum
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PSRemeshChandra
You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/user/bloombooks/videos
Blog: http://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/
Site: https://sites.google.com/site/timeuponmywindowsill/
E-Mail: bloombookstvm@gmail.com

Post: P. S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books, Trivandrum, Padmalayam, Nanniyode, Pacha Post, Trivandrum- 695562, Kerala State, South India.





191. The Auspicious Vision. Rabindranath Tagore Story Reintroduced By P S Remesh Chandran

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The Auspicious Vision. Rabindranath Tagore Story Reintroduced  

P. S. Remesh Chandran

 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum


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Rabindranath Tagore was a great Indian short story writer, renowned educator, politician, patriot and the National Poet. He actively took part in the Indian Independence Movement. His story The Auspicious Vision is a comedy of an error in which fate plays a key part. Auspicious Vision is a part of Bengali wedding ceremony when the veil of the bride is lifted for the groom to see her face. The reckless hero in the story had not bothered to see his bride before the marriage and was shocked to see the face of his bride for the first time. But it was too late anyway. 

Meeting the beautiful village maid during a shooting expedition.

Kanthi Chandra was a young Bengali Brahmin widower who used to go for shooting expeditions in the woods near the river banks with his friends. Once, as he was sitting in his boat cleaning the gun, a beautiful village maid came to the riverside carrying two ducks. Seeing the shooters she quickly disappeared into a thicket of bamboo woods. But one of Kanthi’s friends had already shot and wounded one of those ducks. Attracted by the wild beauty of the girl, Kanthi followed her into the thicket and found her nursing the wounded duck beside a well-to-do house. He learned that the girl was deaf and dumb but did not learn that she belonged to another house. He was of the impression that the girl was of that house. Then somebody called ‘Sudha’ from inside the house and at that very moment the girl happened to rise and go inside the house. Naturally, Kanthi thought her name was Sudha and she was of that house. It was love at first sight and he wanted to gain her as his bride. Instead of talking with the people of the house then and there, however, he decided to return to his boat for the time being. Thus fate dealt him a card. 

Proposing to marry the girl while not bothering to see the bride.

Infatuated with the idea of marrying this girl, one day, Kanthi went to that well-to-do house and made friendship with the head of the house. He was an old Brahmin, by name Nabin Banerji, whose only care in life was sending his daughter away in marriage to a suitable partner. The old man and the young man soon began to meet outdoors and engage in conversations. The old man soon learned that Kanthi also belonged to a reputed Bengali Brahmin family. (Tagore also was). On another day, sitting on his boat and in the middle of a conversation, Kanthi told the old man that he wished to marry his daughter. The old man was much delighted at this prospect of sending his daughter soon away in marriage. When asked to see his would-be wife, Kanthi did not bother to do so. He believed he had already seen her and held the beautiful girl with the ducks whom he had seen entering the house was the old man’s daughter Sudha. He never knew that the beautiful deaf and dumb girl always accompanying, carrying, fondling, or nursing pets was considered as a nuisance in the village. So, fate here dealt him another card. 

If you want to marry a girl, at least see her face before the marriage.

On the day of the marriage, as part of the ceremony, the bridal veil was lifted. Kanthi was shocked: it was not the beautiful village maiden he had met and liked! But he was not to reveal his anxiety and shock, at least then. It was beyond time for that. At that moment, a young hare rushed into the middle of the people in the hall, disrupting the nuptial ceremony. And following it was that village maiden who rushed into the hall in pursuit. The people in the hall scolded her for spoiling the ceremony. It was also casually revealed to the young man that she was not only deaf and dumb but was underdeveloped in mind also. The irony in the situation is that Kanthi found it relieving to have escaped from marrying an underdeveloped and mentally retarded girl. The story also brings the moral that if you want to marry a girl, at least see her face before the marriage. 

Are hapless human beings to be left out permanently in this world?

Do you know why Tagore wrote this story? If even a widower is not willing to marry a deaf and dumb beautiful village maid, then who will? Are they to be deprived of marriage and the happiness in life? Are they to be left out permanently in this world? Are they to be permanently left to live with no families of their own? Was it their fault they were born without faculties of speech and hearing? When nature took away from this girl her speech and hearing, did she not more than compensate for in beauty? No doubt, she must have found herself alienated in her own village, without friends, without companions. And hence she always being seen accompanying, carrying, fondling, and nursing hapless other creatures like hares and ducks: they too cannot tell their grief like her.


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Written in: January 1991
First published on: 27 March 2020


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Bengal Brahmin Marriages, Child Disability, Deaf Dumb, Free Student Notes, Handicapped Girls, Indian Writers, Rabindranath Tagore, Short Stories Reintroduced, Surprise End Stories,

About the Author P. S. Remesh Chandran:


03. Author Profile Of P S Remesh Chandran By Sahyadri Archives.

Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single.

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/psremeshchandra.trivandrum
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PSRemeshChandra
You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/user/bloombooks/videos
Blog: http://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/
Site: https://sites.google.com/site/timeuponmywindowsill/
E-Mail: bloombookstvm@gmail.com

Post: P. S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books, Trivandrum, Padmalayam, Nanniyode, Pacha Post, Trivandrum- 695562, Kerala State, South India.




Tuesday, October 7, 2014

066. Where The Mind Is Without Fear. Rabindranath Tagore Poem. Reintroduced By P S Remesh Chandran

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Where The Mind Is Without Fear. Rabindranath Tagore Poem. Reintroduced 

P S Remesh Chandran

Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum


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Tagore was one of the most musical-minded poets of the 19th century who lived to see the glories and advancement of the 20th century also. India’s supreme educational visionary, he started Saanthi Nikethan in Calcutta which grew into the Viswa Bhaarathi World University. Tagore was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Where The Mind Is Without Fear is the 35th song in Gitanjali, his Nobel collection of poems, Gitanjali meaning Dedication of Flowers.
   
Tagore grew up in an unbelievably intoxicating atmosphere of music and dance and literature. Who will believe he would ever write poems with no music at all?
 
Tagore was born in a house where veena, tamburu, harmonium, mridamgam, tabala and flute resounded day and night from every room, and that great house in Calcutta had so many rooms too. It was a large family, every member being artists, painters, singers, poets, musicians or dancers. Father, mother, uncles, aunts, in-laws, brothers, sisters, nieces- everyone immersed in art or music or dance. He grew up in an unbelievably intoxicating atmosphere of music and dance and literature. Who will believe he would ever write poems with no music at all? He himself wrote and tuned more than Five Hundred songs in his Bengali language; they gained wide popularity in Bengal and constituted that famous branch of Bengali Music which later came to be known as Rabindra Sangeetham. So, we have a real musician with us, who also cared to write songs, plays and short stories, in Bengali as well as in English, all excelling one another. 

In exquisiteness of the music in his poems, Tagore is comparable only to Omar Khayyam, Alfred Lord Tennyson and Percy Bysshe Shelley.

 

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwQWwZsiDI4&t=64s


Even though the tunes of almost all his Bengali songs are known, as he himself had tuned them, the tunes of songs which he wrote in English still remain a mystery. That they also had exhilarating tunes hidden in them was certain but he never cared to reveal them to public. It seems this expert and visionary in the field of education, literature, music and art, wished to keep them as a challenge to the whole English-speaking world, for them to rediscover in their time and leisure. He hardened the challenge by locking his lines too. The standard locking method he used was positioning the start and end of lines where they should not be. In general appearance, his English poems would look like prose-poems, generally known in English literature as free-verse. But once we shed academic pride and approach these poems as enjoyers, we have the option to try and try and try sincerely to sing them in their tunes and in some unexpected moment, they will click and unlock themselves and the original tunes without which these poems could not have been written will be revealed to us. In exquisiteness of the music contained in his poems, Tagore is comparable only to Omar Khayyam, Alfred Lord Tennyson and Percy Bysshe Shelley. The fact was the world came nowhere near what he expected the world to do in this intellectual challenge of his, with the result that Tagore still remains widely mistaken as a free-verse poet in English. 

The most paradoxical thing about recognizing Tagore as a writer is, his Nobel Prize Collection Gitanjali of 1913 was Tagore in his least brilliance.



Educated in England, firm-rooted in traditional Indian style of teaching, and open to the whole world’s literary influence, we see him in counsel with Gandhi, agreeing and disagreeing, conferring with Einstein in closed rooms and they never revealing the subject of their discussions, touching musical chords in Sarijini Naidu, the Nightingale of India, switching Romaine Rolland to oriental themes, moving Kahlil Gibran to read and enjoy him and causing Haldane to accept Indian citizenship. What shall we call this person with wide acceptance, reputation and influence? The National Poet of India is too narrow a title for Rabindranath Tagore. His poems made people awakened and alert. His plays made people roused and kinetic. His stories made people weep, and occasionally, laugh. The treasure-trove of Bengali and English literature he produced remains unparalleled and unique in this world. Even his love-songs were classic creations of harmony with nature, mostly in Bengali. He was in actual love with nature! The most paradoxical thing about recognizing Tagore as a writer is, his Nobel Prize Collection Gitanjali of 1913 was Tagore in his least brilliance. 

He instituted Santhi Nikethan as a school where classes were conducted in the lap of nature, amid bird-cries and murmuring streams, under shades of trees, in mango gardens.

 

A school is an assembly of teachers and a class is an assembly of learners, with no walls and buildings. When Tagore conceived an educational institution, he conceived it without walls and buildings. He instituted his Santhi Nikethan, the Abode of Peace, as a school where classes were conducted in the lap of nature, in the midst of bird-cries and murmuring of streams, under shades of trees, in mango gardens. We have noted his openness to the world, his firm-rootedness in Indian teaching styles and his dislike for bondage, slavery and intellectual darkness. To celebrate these three important views, he created three of his most musical and famous poems, and sure, locked their lines too, intellectually challenging the world in general, and the academic community in particular, asking can they ever unlock and sing these lines. Who will deny he was playful also? Anyway, his stories and plays are full of little children. He could easily have revealed their original tunes but he chose not to and to leave it to time. They still remain the most challenging and unyielding in musification and musical recitation, eternally mistaken as free-verse poems. They are, Leave This Chanting, Govinda’s Disciple and Where The Mind Is Without Fear, respectively. 


Tagore pointed fingers at world’s ignorance, fear and exploitation, like Shelley did in his Song To The Men Of England, without actually pointing fingers at anyone.


Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHnjSnH1qa8



Without knowing the cosmopolitan world Tagore lived in and the broad world perspective he cultivated and held, we cannot understand the meaning, depth and relevance of his poem Where The Mind Is Without Fear. Only when we are able and intellectually equipped enough to enjoy the liquidity and clearness of the waters that fed into the pool of his imagination can we understand and enjoy fully this trio of poems and laugh with heartiness at the skill with which Tagore pointed fingers at the whole world’s ignorance, fear and exploitation, like Shelley did in his Song To The Men Of England, without actually pointing fingers at anyone. It was the time of industrial revolution and exploitation and economic slavery throughout the world, in Russian, British and German Empires. The world was on the brink of October Revolution. Temperatures were high everywhere in the world. What state of affairs are described in this poem existed in British India and in the other inhuman empires as well. The Russian Empire collapsed within three years in 1917 and the British and German around 1947. It was only natural and logical that all these three empires collapsed within 25 years of his envisioning and a little breeze, sunshine and freshness seeped into the world just as Tagore prayed in this song. 

The poem’s dual purpose of unveiling the position to which Britain brought a country and being a scale of measure to gauge if India has progressed any, after half a century of independence.

 

When we pray, if we pray for riches, it is clear we are very poor. If we pray for health, we are then certainly sick. And if we pray for freedom, we are sure in shackles, bondage and hands and feet fettered. Written in the peak hours of the cruelty and brutality of the British administration in India, around 1910, Where The Mind Is Without Fear is Tagore’s Utopia, in a sense, in which he presents his dream world of liberation, freedom and upliftment for his country and his world. The distance between his dream and the real state of affairs in his country is far, and he skillfully brings to world's attention the state into which his great nation has been made to fall by the British administration. He does this without offending anyone, and as was expected from an England-educated noble genius. As an aftermath of the Second World War and due to severity of the Indian Independence Movement, the British were however forced to leave India in 1947. But six years earlier, Tagore had died without seeing his free India. In present times, this poem serves the dual purpose of unveiling the horrible downtrodden position to which Britain brought his country and its heritage, and being a scale of measure to gauge if India has progressed any, after half a century of independence. 

In countries condemned to live in darkness and gloom, people will hope for a ray of light in the far distant horizon, expressed through their poets and visionaries like Tagore and Shelley.

 

Think about a country anywhere in this world where people live in constant fear and terror of evil and horrible things that can happen to them from authorities- they can be brutally trodden over and crushed down to death by soldiers’ horses, cut down by police bayonets, hunted down by government spies, betrayed by neighbours who work in collision with authorities, imprisoned for saying things publicly and executed without trials for speaking against government. Do not wonder where such countries were or are existing. Look how people lived in Asian, African and American colonies under the British, French, Dutch, Portuguese and Spanish conquerors in the past- suppressed, oppressed and cruelly beaten, brothers, sisters, wives and children raped and killed before them, flogged to death or executed publicly in gallows as a warning to all. Look how people lived even till recently in totalitarian and militaristic states like Russia, China and Germany, constantly fearing when GRU, MSS or Gestapo will knock on doors at the dead of night. So, fear has not gone from this world, nor will it go. In such miserable conditions of animalistic living, whose heads will not be lowered due to helplessness and shame? In such hopeless countries which are not illuminated by the light of knowledge but condemned to live in perpetual darkness and gloom, their people will hope for a ray of light, of knowledge, in the far distant horizon, expressed through their poets and visionaries like Tagore and Shelley. Knowledge is something to be pursued in peace and calmness. One should be free, unencumbered by jealous and spiteful authorities watching like hawks, to access knowledge. Do not anyone interpret Tagore’s lines that he wished for free knowledge for his people. 

Why cannot we travel throughout ancient civilization routes like Huen Tsang, Fa Hien, Marco Polo, Barbosa, Nicolo Conti, Sulaiman, Megasthenes and many others did through ages, without Pass Ports?
 
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If we travel through great land masses of the world- Africa, Asia, America, when we pass each country and reach the border, we will be asked Pass Ports and Vista. What system is this? Cannot we travel throughout ancient civilization routes like Huen Tsang, Fa Hien, Marco Polo, Pliny, Buchanan, Barbosa, Nicolo Conti, Sulaiman, Megasthenes and many others did, through ages? Not anymore. Even though it is a single world filled with people who all look alike, narrow nationalist feelings have caused it to be broken up into fragments by raising domestic walls around each little hostile piece. Which intelligent and sensible man will not grieve at the prospect of loosing all worlds beyond, for a small confined one of his own? This genuine grief of the open-minded, civilized and cultured man brutally suppressed down and walled in by worthless administrators in tyrannical states is such unearthly, godly, universal and eternal that world has begun to respond, in some land masses, initiated by the wise and thoughtful in those parts of the world. In Europe, if you have a single Pass Port, you can travel through all signatory countries now, spending the same Euro wherever you go. Tagore wrote this poem in a time when Bertrand Russell, H.G.Wells, Arnold Toynbee, George Orwell and many other visionaries were thinking about oneness of the world. 

We have learned about Euphrates and Tigress giving birth to Mesopotamian civilization, Iraq serving as a beacon of light, hope and enlightenment to the world and Baghdad shining as a seat of learning.


Mankind has a destination, a purpose, in life. But in totalitarian, militaristic, colonial and undemocratic states, they cannot pursue this purpose but can only do what the state says to do. In such countries, day after day, decade after decade, people are compelled and forced to do what they do not like but what authorities very much like. Life, for people, becomes a burden of dead habits and weights there. How much tirelessly and hard people strive in their lives to achieve man’s missions, with their arms stretching towards perfection in life, their lives will only become purposeless and futile in the end, in such countries with only persecution and suffocation and no freedom. Every spoken word will be an untruth, clothed to disguise personal motives as state’s wishes, to keep slaves in perpetual subjection and sovereigns in unquestioned power. Gradually the clear stream of logic and reason looses its way and dries up, and vanishes into the dreary desert sand of dead habits and purposelessness in those countries. We have learned about Euphrates and Tigress giving birth to Mesopotamian civilization, Iraq serving as a beacon of light, hope and enlightenment to the world and Baghdad shining as a seat of learning. Last we heard from that great city was, Saddam Hussain was storing and using chemical warfare weapons, slaying his own people in tens of thousands and finally succumbing to world’s will power. So, Tagore was right in his poem: lack of logic and reason kills not only the people of a country but its soul too. It can happen anywhere, anytime, once dictators ascend the throne. 

We cannot touch and feel a state, unless through its people. If we already have touched a nation and felt it good, know that its people are good, well nurtured and benevolent.


Who has more freedom and responsibility for thought and action- the citizens or the state? It is an age-old question, discussed well and having a well-cut answer. A state cannot think unless through its people. And it cannot act, unless through its people. People are real, and the state is amorphous, something not precipitated. We cannot touch and feel a state, unless through its people. If we already have touched a nation and felt it good, know that its people are good, well nurtured and benevolent. State is a conviction of its people, something they envision in their absolute freedom, something they achieve through the collective thought and action of their unrestrained minds, led forward by the godly inborn purity of their self awareness and self respect. Putrid rulers cannot force people to build their nation: they can only force and people will obey, but they will not believe. To become a heaven of a state, it has to be conceived that way by its people, goaded by goodwill for the whole world, because, once it has built its ideal nation, human mind will not stay in that cocoon; it will wish to pass to worlds beyond. 

You can view, listen to and download the most challenging Tagore songs in Bloom Books Channel, absolutely free.
 
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Many people in the world, in all continents, have tuned, orchestrated and video-produced many of Tagore’s songs in English, as they are very popular among students and teachers and included in university studies. Some recordings came very close to original tunes, some nowhere near them and most not at all with any tune. In India, his home country where he is celebrated as National Poet, no attempts were made in the academic world or by authorities to orchestrate his English songs. Even Prasar Bharathi Corporation, All India Radio and Door Darshan with their vast resources and enormous funds, did not even try during the past fifty years. Try these three most challenging of his songs from Bloom Books Channel in You Tube. They are of course crude recordings made with pagan tools, created by poor people, but they do have a tune and they are the only sincere attempts ever. Remember, they are just prototypes for the world’s children, released into public domain, for any one to build upon. Someday, fine recordings of these songs will come, from those little children who download them now.

1. Where The Mind Is Without Fear
2. Leave This Chanting
3. Govinda’s Disciple

First published on: 16th September 2014
 

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Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. And also author of Swan: The Intelligent Picture Book. Born and brought up in the beautiful village of Nanniyode in the Sahya Mountain Valley in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies in Science with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single. 

Author of several books in English and in Malayalam, mostly poetical collections, fiction, non fiction and political treatises, including Ulsava Lahari, Darsana Deepthi, Kaalam Jaalakavaathilil, Ilakozhiyum Kaadukalil Puzhayozhukunnu, Thirike Vilikkuka, Oru Thulli Velicham, Aaspathri Jalakam, Vaidooryam, Manal, Jalaja Padma Raaji, Maavoyeppoleyaakaan Entheluppam!, The Last Bird From The Golden Age Of Ghazals, Doctors Politicians Bureaucrats People And Private Practice, E-Health Implications And Medical Data Theft, Did A Data Mining Giant Take Over India?, Will Dog Lovers Kill The World?, Is There Patience And Room For One More Reactor?, and Swan, The Intelligent Picture Book. 

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