Rabindranath Tagore

The Familiar Black Umbrella

From Rabindranath Tagore: The Myriad-Minded Man (Bloomsbury, 1995) by Krishna Dutta and Andrew Robinson
English was Tagore’s least favourite subject, and he would never acquire complete confidence in it (especially the grammar). His interest developed only later, almost entirely through reading literature. Until the time he translatedGitanjali, he wrote in English very rarely. In general Tagore, like many people with a highly developed feeling for their own language, found other languages difficult to learn (Sanskrit excepted). 'The discovery of fire was one of man's greatest discoveries so we are told,' he wrote inMy Reminiscences. 'I do not dispute it. But I cannot help feeling how fortunate the little birds are that their parents cannot light lamps in the evening. They have their language lessons early in the morning--how gleefully everyone must have noticed. Of course we must not forget that it is not English they are learning!'

For the first publication of this memoir, Gaganendranath Tagore painted a charming black-and-white scene. Entitled 'The Familiar Black Umbrella', it shows Dwarkanath Tagore's Lane seen from the verandah of No. 6. Rain is lancing down, the lane is flooded (it still floods during a heavy shower), and a male figure clad in a dhoti (English tutor Aghore Babu) is picking his way towards the house beneath a large umbrella. Rabindranath explained:

It is evening...Our lane is under knee-deep water. The tank has overflowed into the garden, and the shaggy tops of the bel trees are standing guard over the waters. Our whole being is radiating rapture like the fragrant stamens of the kadamba flower. Our tutor's arrival is already overdue by several minutes. But nothing is yet certain. We sit on the verandah overlooking the lane, waiting and watching with an apathetic gaze. All of a sudden our hearts seem to tumble to the ground with a great thump. The familiar black umbrella has turned the corner, undefeated even by such weather. Could it not be somebody else's? No, it could not! In the wide world there might be found another person, his equal in pertinacity, but never in this particular little lane.