talking tagore

Watching a performance on  Tagore's women in her varied manifestations inspired me to delve into Tagore and his works. Through the years I spent growing up in Kolkata allowed me to breathe Tagore like a bong would and then moving onto London opened the gate to place the genius on a global platform. I remember a stage performance of Chandalika at Traffalgar Square on 15th Aug. The place was filled with tourists of myriad races and colours. As I looked down from the wide marbled space in between the lions, a pang of stage fright bubbled inside, I was hardly fourteen then. My dance partner (the mother of chandalika) dressed in 'santal' costume,  was in her teens too. She needed a smoke to compose her thoughts.Well such an urge could seldom be pacified otherwise. The crowd looked stunned as Madhuri blew her spirals of smoke into the summer morn of London.(anti- tobacco campaign wasn't so active those days).Then we went wild as the music transcended us to the hills of Mayurbhanj and threw a magic spell on the large inquisitive crowd that gathered .
Chandalika was sensational..applaud and ovations filled the air.Once again Tagore reached out to faces and races unknown...

Years years hence..here I'm trying to write a script to celebrate the 150th birth anniversary of Tagore..all muddled up..absolutely direction-less...in state of oxymoron!!!!! Help!!