An excerpt from a wonderful biography of eponymous entitled Rabindranath Tagore - the Myriad-Minded Man, by Duttaand and Robinson:
In 1846 'Prince Dwarkanath Tagore was staying in the best suite of apartments in one of the best hotels in Paris. Here the young Frederich Max Muller, later the most celebrated Orientalist of the nineteenth century sought Dwarkanath out. Having discussed their shared taste for European music, Max Muller made a repeated request to hear an authentic specimen of Indian music. At last Dwarkanath yielded , played a piece on the piano and sang; but Max Muller could find in the music neither melody, nor rhythm, nor harmony. When he said so, Dwarkanath replied:
"You are all alike; if anything seems strange to you and doesn't please you at once, your turn away. When I first heard Italian music, it was no music to me at all; but I went on and on until I began to like it, or what you would call understand it. It is the same for everything else. You may say or religion is no religion, our poetry is no poetry, our philosophy no philosophy. We try to understand and appreciate everything that Europe has produced, but do not image therefore that we despise what India has produced. If you studied our music as we do yours, you would find that there is melody, rhythm and harmony in it, quite as much as in yours. And if you would study our religion, our poetry, our philosophy, you would find that we are not what you call heathens or miscreants, but know as much of the Unknowable as you do, and have seen perhaps even deeper into it than you have."