THE DECADENCE THAT WILL SIMPLY NOT LEAVE BENGAL
Tagore composed sublime songs, grand compositions, divine, celestial, call them what you will. But the singers of Tagore songs have made the songs appear as if they were compositions intended to inject the poison of sense pleasure into the body politic of Bengal. Shame unto such degenerate rendition of such sublimity in musical poetic terms !
It is a bad and a sad reflection on the culture of sense pleasure rampant even now in Bengal, a trait Swami Vivekananda had much castigated in his talks about the prevalent sense culture in Bengal, then manifesting in society as the decadent 'vamachara' or the degenerate left-handed worship of the Divine. It is time to manifest a fair degree of manhood in the youth of Bengal, now totally given to frivolities and puerile pastimes, all catering to titillation of the nerves leading to eventual nothingness.
Let Tagore be sung the way he would have sung or would have liked his compositions to have been sung, and let Bengal give up the pretence of intellectualism where there is none and culture where all that abounds is a terrible submission to the lowly senses. Youth of Bengal, arise and manifest a modicum of manhood !
Written by Sugata Bose
Tagore composed sublime songs, grand compositions, divine, celestial, call them what you will. But the singers of Tagore songs have made the songs appear as if they were compositions intended to inject the poison of sense pleasure into the body politic of Bengal. Shame unto such degenerate rendition of such sublimity in musical poetic terms !
It is a bad and a sad reflection on the culture of sense pleasure rampant even now in Bengal, a trait Swami Vivekananda had much castigated in his talks about the prevalent sense culture in Bengal, then manifesting in society as the decadent 'vamachara' or the degenerate left-handed worship of the Divine. It is time to manifest a fair degree of manhood in the youth of Bengal, now totally given to frivolities and puerile pastimes, all catering to titillation of the nerves leading to eventual nothingness.
Let Tagore be sung the way he would have sung or would have liked his compositions to have been sung, and let Bengal give up the pretence of intellectualism where there is none and culture where all that abounds is a terrible submission to the lowly senses. Youth of Bengal, arise and manifest a modicum of manhood !
Written by Sugata Bose
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