Since we moved to Canada, my mother has wished to return to Bangladesh. And he or she’s not the one one. If you happen to go searching Toronto’s Danforth space, popularly referred to as “Banglapara” you’ll discover a group of individuals indulging within the nostalgia of Bangladesh. At occasions I hear individuals speak about their struggles every day on this overseas land sipping ??/tea and the way they’re solely getting by with the understanding that after they have sufficient funds they’ll return to their homeland.
After which, at different occasions I overhear individuals at grocery shops like “??????” conversing concerning the present unliveable conditions in Dhaka and the way glad they’re to be right here.
After which I take into consideration myself. I take into consideration my desires at evening about my home in Bangladesh. A home that was demolished to assemble a model new condo constructing. A home that when was house and now could be simply one other brick building. However after I get up within the morning with that churning in my abdomen, a eager for house. A foul case of homesickness, a sense of isolation, a sense of absolute dismay.
I then put the Rabindra Sangeet (songs by Rabindranath Tagore) on my participant:
“Phoole phoole dhoole doodle bohe ki ba mridubay.”
My favorite Rabindra Sangeet
How I interpret my favorite songs for self-reflection, reclaiming id, self resolve, and for the urge to return to nature.
As soon as in highschool, I accompanied my mother and father to a live performance of famend Rabindra Sangeet singer Swagatalakshmi Dasgupta at Dhaka membership. The gang comprised of most individuals of their late 40’s and me. After just a few renditions, she invited the viewers to accompany her. All the viewers then sang and hummed to Phoole Phoole. It was nothing wanting spectacular. The track is a celebration of spring. It talks about how the blooms sway with the spring breeze. It makes Bengalis blissful. So it’s my go-to blissful track. A track that helps me reconnect with the simplistic great thing about nature and life.
After I first moved into my dorm room I wished one thing to remind me of my objective in life.
So I carried round with me a quote “janar majhe ajanare koreche shandhan,” “I’m on the lookout for what’s unknown within the recognized.” The track talks concerning the complexity of life and it’s vastness and us in the midst of all of it. There’s a sure abstraction on this track that I’ve grown fonder through the years. Earlier, the track gave me a objective. And now, it’s a means of reclaiming myself. A reminder that my id is true to my experiences.
Ami Kan Pete Roi
Think about when you and your thoughts have been two totally different beings. Ami kan pete roi captures this concept of separation between thoughts and physique. A mysticism surrounds this concept because the track questions “ok shey mor ok e ba jane?,” “who is he to me, who know?” The thoughts and physique, whereas working in parallels, are nonetheless separate beings. To me, it brings me to query who the true me is? One that’s on the outside or the one on the inside.
Aaj e Bangladesher Hridoy
My dad who had inspired me to learn Rabindranath, in each dialog concerning the maestro of Bengali arts he says, “the person is past his time.” Now, as a literature scholar in faculty, I admire how Rabindranath is a feminist. He on this track attracts a comparability between the great thing about Mom Nature to the great thing about a mom or the goddess Durga.
Rabindra Sangeet is how I hook up with myself, introspect and reclaim my id as a Bengali.