Short Summary of 'Chitra ' by Rabindra Nath Tagore

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will truly know me. Today I can only offer you Chitra, the daughter of a king” and to this Arjuna Tagore is known for his aesthetic and pantheistic attitude and his spiritually inclined mind. The source for this play is Mahabharata – an episode from Arjuna’s life during his vanvaas (forest life exile). This small episode is made beautiful (by) the hands of Tagore. It has answers to some intriguing aesthetic questions as to what is Love and Beauty, is Beauty ethereal, is Love instigated by the beautiful and is Love and Beauty same words for one feeling.

Chitrangada (Chitra) is the daughter of Chitravahaana, not so very beautiful, brought up as prince would have been (very manly). To quote “I know no feminine wiles for winning hearts. My hands are strong to bend the bow” . One day in the forest she meets Arjuna (in man’s attire) and falls in love in with him. She wants to serve him as a man but Arjuna does not comply. Then with the help of Madana (Cupid), lord of Love and Vasantha, the Lord of Spring and Beauty, she gains transient beauty for one year to woo Arjuna. She succeeds and Arjuna and Chitrangada stay together enjoying all their youth and beauty (beauty of surroundings as well). The beauty of Chitra is portrayed beautifully in lines like For e.g., “She bound up her tresses, drew her veil over her arms, and sighing slowly, walked away like a beauteous evening fading into the night. To me the supreme fulfillment of desire seemed to have been revealed in a flash and then to have vanished. . . . (Scene II).

Nothing is ever permanent in this world – the year is complete – and Arjuna comes to know the truth during a crisis where Chitra, the princess has to save the villagers from robbers. Chitra reveals herself to Arjuna, she is even tired of the burden of the beauty that was carrying her for one year and very gladly says “I am Chitra. No goddess to be worshipped, nor yet the object of common pity to be brushed aside like a moth with indifference. If you...
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