Title: My Reminiscences
Author: Rabindranath Tagore
Publisher: Macmillan
Language: English
Paperback: 273 pages
Item Weight: 449 g
Dimensions: 24 x 18 x 1 cm
Price: 352 /-
“This book Rabindranath has etched in words many of his chief experiences about his future poetry, plays and novels. A surging passion for being one with Nature, a sense of thought-filled solitariness even in the midst of a crowd, a realization of the concrete and yet non-recognition of its weight—all these aspects of the book inform his later creations. In that sense, My Reminiscences can be called an introduction to the entire Tagorean canon.”
Tagore, a splendid philosopher of life, had a natural aptitude to articulate the most incomprehensible feelings of life in the most lucid manner. He makes a contrast between the journeys of a traveller to the journey of a man’s life.
To him all the relationships and crucial enterprises of a man’s life are like wayside shelters, the cities, fields, rivers and hills that a traveller passes by doing his journey and the old age is the evening rest house to a man.
And every passing moments of this journey becomes a picture. Tagore comments, “Thus, when my opportunity came, did I look back, and was engrossed.”
Tagore comments that, in his effort to record his past memories there must have been some personal feeling, of course, ‘but the pictures had also an independent artistic value of their own’.
He, as though providing giving the true object of a Life story, comments that what one has accurately felt, if only it can be made sagacious to others, is always of importance to ones fellow men.
And if pictures which have taken shape in memory can be brought out in words, they are worth a place in literature.
Tagore tells that his recollection of his past days should never be taken as an autobiography. He harangues, “In such a view these reminiscences would appear useless as well as incomplete”. He calls his discourse on his Life history as his “memory pictures”.
Tagore commences the very first chapter of his “My Reminiscences” in a truth-seeking note. He proposes ‘time’ as the greatest visual artist, who paints all the images of life in his own erratic technique.
“He makes many a big thing small and small thing big. He has no compunction in putting into the background that which was to the fore, or bringing to the front that which was behind. In short he is painting pictures, and not writing history.”
Tagore holds that, as a sequence of events pass over a man’s life’s superficial aspect and within, a set of pictures is being painted by that great watercolorist. These two procedurees personify each other but are not one and same.
Tagore discerns that man does not always get the time off to pore over this series of pictures within his mind and sometimes they appear in part before a man’s mind’s eyes but ‘the greater part remains out of sight in the darkness’.
Then Rabindranath Tagore recollects the occasion when he was compelled to ‘pry into this picture-chamber’. And he comprehends that ‘Life’s memories are not Life’s account, but the unique work of an unobserved Artist.’
He considers that nostalgia is a progression that cannot be produced as substantiation before others. On the contrary, it is a course of action that makes one enlightened from within. Subsequently he comments, “Though the attempt to gather precise history from memory’s storehouse may be fruitless, there is a fascination in looking over the pictures, a fascination which cast its spell on me.”
If one pays particular attention to the ‘in-between lines’ message of “My Reminiscences”, one perceives that Tagore has followed an inimitable style to narrate his memories. He never portrays them in a sequential array. They are produced before the reader as they surface in Tagore’s psyche. They emerge in his psyche as ‘representations’ of memory, renovating ad infinitum. But those images never become droning or inaccessible from each other. They become the flower of a garland weaved with the thread of life’s candid values.
Moreover, Tagore, while narrating an event easily recalls an earlier incident or an incident that happened later. This is evident in his narration about his father. He, while describing his days with his father on his journey to the Himalayas, again and again goes to his later life, when his father would grow old, bed-ridden and sick. His memory floats between various incidents to make one emotion of his life district to his readers. These emotions are the memory pictures of Rabindranath Tagore.
In some occasions, he mentions a later incident in a chapter before the chapter which narrates an earlier incident to the former. We notice that Rabindranath records his journey with his father in the 15th chapter of “My reminiscences”. Rabindranath was eleven years old then, even chapter 13, which narrates his sacred thread ceremony also records the experience of Rabindranath, a boy of eleven. But when he writes of the Professor, his magician class-mate, in the 12th chapter, he was twelve or thirteen years old.
Thus “My Reminiscences” appears to us, as a collage of various memory pictures of Tagore, which as a whole has produced a wonderful piece of literature, an artist’s work of art in itself.