The Hero

SALUTE THE HERO !
The Hero
- Viswakavi Rabindranath Tagore
What makes one a hero?
Courage
Kind heart Intelligence
Physical Good looks

strength
HERO
Power
Manners
Situation
Dare devilry
Who is a hero?
A film star ?
A parent?
A teacher?
A sports star?
A friend ?
A topper?
A freedom fighter?
A farmer?
A worker?
A scientist?
A superman?
An artist?
A writer?
Rabindranath Tagore
- the master of all muses
Interesting facts about Tagore
• Do you know that Tagore was the • Do you know that when Tagore was
only person to have composed the awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in
1913, he became the first non-European to
national anthems of three countries? win it ?
Most people know that Tagore wrote • He was awarded the prize after the
the national anthems of India and publication of his acclaimed collection of
Bangladesh - 'Jana Gana Mana' and poems Geetanjali. The Nobel prize for
'Amar Sonar Bangla' respectively. literature was not accepted by GURUDEV
directly. Hence it been accepted 1st by a
British Ambassador on his behalf. And
But few know that Sri Lanka's delivered to the author at Kolkata.
national anthem is based on a
Bengali song originally written by • Do you know that unfortunately, in 2004,
Tagore in 1938. It was translated into the prize was stolen from the safety vault
of Visva-Bharati University.
Sinhalese and adopted as the
national anthem in 1951. Later, the Swedish Academy presented
two replicas of the prize, one made of gold
and the other of bronze, to Visva-Bharati
University.
More Facts about Gurudev
• Do you know that the anthem • Do you know that Tagore
“JANA GANA MANA” was shared a bond of friendship
the gap song for the Congress with Albert Einstein and they
session in 1911. And only later also shared a common interest
it had adopted because the in music.
anthem for the Country.
• He renounced the title of “Sir”
• Do you know that he was the endowed upon him by the
second after swami British Government to show
Vivekananda who addressed his protest against the
the World-Parliament of Jallianwala Bagh massacre.
Religions for double in
years1929, 1937.
MOTHER,
Let us imagine we are
travelling, and passing
through a strange and
dangerous country.
You are riding in a
palanquin and I am trotting
by you on a red horse.
It is evening and the sun
goes down. The waste of
Joradighi lies wan and grey
before us. The land is
desolate and barren.
The meadow is prickly with spiky
grass, and through it runs a
narrow broken path.
There are no cattle to be seen in
the wide field; they have gone to
their village stalls.
It grows dark and dim on the land
and sky, and we cannot tell where
we are going.
Suddenly you call me and ask
me in a whisper, 'What light is that
near the bank?'
You are frightened and
thinking-I know not
where we have come
to.'
I say to you, 'Mother,
do not be afraid.'
Just then there bursts out a
fearful yell, and figures
come running towards us.
You sit crouched in your
palanquin and repeat the
names of the gods in
prayer.
The bearers, shaking in
terror, hide themselves in
the thorny bush.
I shout to you, 'Don't be
afraid, mother, I am here.'
With long sticks in their hands
and hair all wild about their
heads, they come nearer and
nearer.
I shout, 'Have a care! you
villains! One step more and you
are dead men.
They give another terrible yell
and rush forward.
You clutch my hand and say,
'Dear boy, for heaven's sake,
keep away from them.'
I say, 'Mother, just you watch
me.'
Then I spur my horse for a
wild gallop, and my sword
and buckler clash against each
other.
The fight becomes so fearful,
mother, that it would give you
a cold shudder could you see
it from your palanquin.
Many of them fly, and a great
number are cut to pieces.
I know you are thinking,
sitting all by yourself, that
your boy must be dead by this
time.
But I come to you all
stained with blood,
and say, 'Mother, the
fight is over now.'
You come out and
kiss me, pressing me
to your heart, and
you say to yourself,
I don't know what I
should do if I hadn't
my boy to escort me.'
A thousand useless things
happen day after day, and
why couldn't such a thing
come true by chance?
It would be like a story in a
book.
My brother would say, is it
possible? I always thought he
was so delicate!'
Our village people would all
say in amazement, 'Was it not
lucky that the boy was with
his mother?'
What kind of a boy is What about the mother?
our little hero?
Adorable Childish Loving

Innocent Loving Caring
Concerned Caring Sensitive
Responsible Heroic Concerned
Adventurous Creative Affectionate
Ambitious Boastful Spiritual
Dreaming Imaginative Encouraging
Bragging Brave Thankful
Appreciative
Amused
Poetic devices used Rhyme scheme
Alliteration - dark and dim , fearful • The rhyme of the poem is not
figures , consistent throughout. The first
Tautology – wan and grey , prickly with and last stanza are each six lines,
spiky and the lines are rhymed in
couplet format. The rhyme
Repetition – nearer and nearer scheme is AABBCC. The middle
Personification – cattle have gone to their stanza is also six lines, but the
village stalls rhyme scheme changes to
Simile – like a story in a book ABABCC.
Imagery – broken path, wan and grey,
desolate and dangerous , hair wild about
their heads,
Mrs.R.Padmavati

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SALUTE THE HERO !

Kind heart Intelligence

Physical Good looks

Adorable Childish Loving

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