Dilip Roy’s father, Dwijendra Lai Roy, composed many national songs which are extremely soulful, powerful and authentic. Immediately they bring tears to your eyes. Your tears will be found not only inside your eyes but inside your heart as well. The whole of Bengal is flooded with D.L. Roy’s patriotic songs. He wrote quite a few supremely beautiful songs to arouse the slumbering sub-continent. Love of his country welled forth from his heart like a fountain. One of his most famous songs is Bharat Amar. According to me, this is one of our most beautiful, most powerful and most meaningful national songs. No Bengali villager will be ignorant of this song. He also wrote many, many plays.
In the beginning, Tagore and D.L. Roy were good friends but, unfortunately, in human life friendship does not last. They became rivals and then they virtually became enemies, and Tagore gave up going to D.L. Roy’s house.
Dilip’s mother died when he was only six years old and he was brought up by his father. Alas, his father passed away in 1913, when Dilip was sixteen. By that time, Tagore had become so great. Dilip had the strongest desire to meet with Tagore and, at the same time, he knew that Tagore and his father had been at daggers drawn. How could he go and seek Tagore’s blessing? Dilip did not dare to go and visit him.
One very famous Bengali novelist, Sarat Chandra Chatterjee, wanted to put an end to this unhappy situation. He had tremendous affection for Dilip and he was also close to Tagore. Tagore once confessed that, as a novelist, he was no match for Sarat Chandra.
This great writer took up the challenge. He said to Dilip, “Dilip, do not worry. Tagore will forgive you; he will hold nothing against you.”
Dilip said to Sarat Chandra, “My father and Tagore were on such bad terms. Will Tagore agree to see me?”
Sarat Chandra assured him, “You are young. I am sure he will see you.”
Full of fear, Dilip went with Sarat Chandra to Tagore’s place. Dilip was then still in his adolescent years. The young boy said to Tagore, “My father is gone. Can we not be reconciled?”
Then Tagore completely forgot his ill feeling against Dilip’s father; his magnanimous heart did not carry any animosity towards the son. On the contrary, he lavished all his kindness, affection, love and blessings on Dilip.
Dilip’s nickname was Mantu, and Tagore used to call him Mantu. My brother’s nickname was also Mantu. Tagore was compassion incarnate. He encouraged Dilip in so many ways, and Dilip visited him many times at Santiniketan and other places. This is how Sarat Chandra solved the problem.
In a letter to Dilip, Tagore wrote: “I have a sincere affection for you. My heart is attracted by your unmixed truthfulness and frankness.”
This was Tagore’s great nobility. Everybody will remember Tagore’s greatness.73
RTM 153. This story and the next are from: Sri Chinmoy, My Dilip-Da-Adoration<em>, New York: Agni Press, 2007, pp. 49-55 and pp. 7-8.↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Rabindranath Tagore: the moon of Bengal’s Heart, Agni Press, 2011
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