THe Poet's Lament
The emotion of patriotism is an enigmatic one. Many a heart is moved and many an eye sheds tears in matters of victory and defeat of one's country. In this hour of great distress and depressing disillusionment with our cricketing zeroes... oops... heroes, I seek solace in the lofty ideals espoused in this wonderful poetic piece of the late Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore.
Where The Mind is Without Fear
WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Rabindranath Tagore
posted by Neelakantan at
1:17 pm
3 Comments:
When Robindro Shangeeth is summoned upon, and the "emotion of patriotism" is analyzed, (especially by a person claiming focused intelligence), vehemently apropos to the game of cricket, I am tempted to feel that we need a war.
9:29 pm
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9:30 pm
Those frigging a$$* dont deserve any sort of sympathy.
I fully support the average fan who is burning effigies and throwing stones at the houses of these cricketers.
I am going to post an article on this, but after that, its practically goodbye to Indian cricket from my side.
10:13 pm
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