To the Man of Honour in the Memory of Freedom that has the New Light Intensity of the Stars (Bob Dylan’s Awarded Highest Civilian Honour by the US President, Barack Obama)

FOREVER YOUNG/Bob Dylan                

“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young”.

On May 30th, 2012, US President Barack Obama honoured Bob Dylan with the nation’s highest Civilian Honour, the medallion of Freedom in the East Room of the White House.  This award and recognition for his contribution to the cultural history spanning almost six decades running is not that something that can be understood so easily by his followers, but his songs have bestowed on us a special grace that can keep us always ‘Forever Young’ as we ‘build a ladder to the stars’.

Dylan’s consciousness and the universal acceptance of existential suffering and struggle in his songs with almost magical lyrics that come from nowhere as if riding the inner-horse of his self-identity , are so rare like museum artefacts, that one may tend to look back at the linguistics process of speech and how that is cultivated at the mental level free from dichotomy, and, free from any bias, to merge with the liberal actions of environmental evolution, is something that the present generation may follow for the good. The technology we use, the products we make and the services we render are all intrinsically value-driven phenomena, time is a causal syndrome whose effect is something more than its material satisfaction, it is deeply tied to a thread that levers man towards higher goals and destinies. That may be only possible if we believe that we can make the journey forever young at heart withstanding ‘the times they are a-changin’ with the wisdom of a new power that gives equal right to every man on the street , and ushers the light of an enlightened immortality because “the fire is lighted, the hammers are working, and for laborious days and nights amidst dirt and discordance the musical instrument is made…the process of evolution  is a continuous process that finds its meaning in Man”. “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,/the answer is blowin’ in the wind”. ( Blowin’ in the Wind, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The fire is lighted, the hammers…finds its meaning in Man”-Man’s Universe, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures Oxford, 1930, Rabindranath Tagore

Ref: Picture SKY NEWS UK

Rabindranath Tagore’s Paintings: The Fundamental Dynamics of a Polysemic Descent of Consciousness and the Coplanar States of Being and Existence

Rabindranath Tagore’s Paintings: The Fundamental Dynamics of a Polysemic Descent of Consciousness and the Coplanar States of Being and Existence

Here, I have allowed myself to write the Consciousness-Analogues for a couple of Rabindranath Tagore’s paintings and each of these is like a free-meditative verse that comes as a spontaneous flow without the checkposts of the mind’s logic, not ungrammered but allowing it to take shape and bear its own formation which when true to the art itself may carry the light and the thought of an evolving spirit.

Painting 1- Rabindranath Tagore, Untitled


The sea, the sky, fire, air and wood

Constitute the living space of this vast kingdom

Inwards they dwell in me

And in me

As from my mind they appear foreseen

Long ago on the screen of the eye

Projected backwards into space or forwards into time

Till they meet at one eternal conjunctional point

The point that configures the creational order

When self-illumination touches the zenith of the light

Krishna chakre Radha, Radha chakre Krishna

Anante bahe mor pran

Giant wheels of the cosmic force spin on the Will

And on that Will stands the prayer for humanity

Sri Aurobindo has lived beyond his words and deeds

Not intense philosophies can shroud his listening soul

At the heart, he is of That Impersonal Being

That lends vision to the eyes, sound to the ears.

 Painting 2: Rabindranath Tagore, Untitled, 1934


Poila boishakher phool

Beguni aakash rater tara gulo nistabdha, akaki akhon

Bujhi hriday duyar khole daay

Aar achirei pari day dur gagane

Sayantan sabha aak deshe

Niye othe jajabor matrikar pran

Brishter akulo dharay

E bhabanir mandire mukto ami aaj

Pralay nache banglar naba noton saaj

Chirodin jano ray e prarthoner phool 

Samayer gopon mantre dole dodul dul

History creates its own precedents

The sonata of life is now not a dream

It authors the chapter of a paradise bloom

Its mighty visions wrest with time and death

Though the body is battered, or beaten or assailed

Its victory that signals the coming of the gods

Pitri loke maatri puja

Aamar alok sambad

Jharer pradip nebhe nay jwale

Niye ashe suryer amrita pran

The immortal spirit rests in peace

The sun at its crest, the moon at its heart

Music overflowes the blind alleys of death

Awakening every bud like a sweet reprise

With Beethoven, Rabindranath and the rest…

– Regards, Joy Roy Choudhury