A extremely rare photo of Bacha Khan with Rabindranath Tagore. #Tagore161
Bacha Khan had sent his son Ghani Khan to study at Tagore's abode, Shantiniketan in West Bengal.
Uptill now only two literary works have been translated to Pashto from Bengali Literature. The selected poems of Kazi Nazrul Islam and Gitanjali of Rabindranath Tagore. #Tagore161
لاندې د ماسټر کريم تمثیل نه مالومېږې چې غني او د ټېګور تعلق ته رسا ادراک تر اوسه نۀ دے شوے ـــ یا خو ئې محض د ش نکېتن د تربیت پۀ وجه ترې انسپائر ګرځولے دے او یا ئې د نوابادیاتي تدبیر پۀ زور د #ټېګور د خود ساخته جوړ مصنوعي تشخص نه خپله د متاثره کېدو پۀ وجه غني هم متاثره ګرځولے دے
In February 1934, before his arrest, Jawaharlal Nehru arranged for him and Indira to study at Shantiniketan. Here, he was elected President of the Students Union with Indira as the ‘Social Secretary.’
Along with journalism, he took to the study of sculpture and painting under Ram Kinkar, who taught sculpture, and Nandalal Bose, both famous and accomplished Indian artists, the latter being also the Head of the Shantiniketan Art School. His personal tuitor was Krishna Kirpalani.
In his own words:
“…and he sent me to Jawaharlal. Jawahar had just come out of prison. He told him that I had become Angreez & please make him Hindūstaani again, teach him the simple life & everything… So Jawahar looked at me & said,
“You look simple enough, damn it.”
“I went there and he had only Indira (who later became Prime Minister). She was about 14 or 15. So I lived with them.… I lived there for nine months. Then he sent me and Indira Ghandi to Tagore’s University, Shantiniketan.”
His sojourn in the West & his stay at Shantiniketan had a profound effect on him. He has summed this up in his own words as:
"My stay in the West left many imprints on my psyche. I was deeply impressed by their society, culture & politics. When I came back I had an inferiority
…complex about the backwardness of my country. It was in the #Shantiniketan that I discovered myself & the past greatness of my own culture & civilization which has produced several men of versatile genius, who hv been appreciated by historians & scholars of the West."
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Hallelujah singer Jeff Buckley has spoken at length about his admiration for what Nusrat does, referred to him as his own version of Elvis (“He’s my Elvis, that’s my guy” –Live at Sin-é, 1993) and he even wrote the liner notes for the NFAK’s ‘The Supreme Collection’.
In Buckley's own words, Nusrat's music "saved his life." Prior to discovering him in 1990, he said he was in a dark place, mentally and emotionally. This is no half-assed cultural parody, but a fully-integrated part of Buckley's musical background.’
Thus, even beyond their deaths, the two novelists stand in contrariety. Tolstoy, the foremost heir to the traditions of the epic, Dostoevsky, one of the major dramatic tempers after Shakespeare;
Tolstoy, the mind intoxicated with reason and fact; Dostoevsky, the contemner of rationalism, the great lover of paradox; Tolstoy, the poet of the land, of the rural setting and the pastoral mood; Dostoevsky, the arch-citizen, the master-builder of ...
the modern metropolis in the province of language; Tolstoy, thirsting for the truth, destroying himself and those about him in excessive pursuit of it; Dostoevsky, rather against the truth than against Christ, suspicious of total understanding and on the side of mystery;
In human form a poet's dream;
A heavenly melody, ambient, serene;
A flower from heaven by nature divine;
A form pure, ethereal, the heart saintly light;
There was thus created, young Ghani's beloved-
Iranian in beauty, in honour Afghan.
Ghani dedicated his book to Roshan Bibi in these words:
In that environment of darkness and pain I had but one candle to light the way; and these the flowers of my youth and ecstasy, which hv blossomed in this dark and dank garden- and of which I'hv made this wilting bouquet- >
I wish to offer to her, the angel who left the palace of Nawab Rustam Jang in Hyderabad, Deccan, for the thatched and pillaged hovel of Ghani, and spent with me in laughter, happiness and courage, these days of grief, pain and destitution. >