Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "destiny"

Say o brave, o soldier of eternal heights,
May I be decapitated before my head bows.
Say o brave, o explorer of impossibility,
May I feed another while my stomach growls.
Say o brave, o pedestrian of purity,
I obey no law for I'm the epitome of rightness.
Say o brave, o athlete of amor and amity,
I am sheer insanity exuding real saneness.
Say o brave, o bearer of benevolence,
I am disaster, blaster and master of destiny.
Say o brave, o vessel of valiance,
I devour fear, greed, pride and insecurity.
Say o brave, I am the seed of all assimilation,
The first one standing, earthquakin' egalitarian.

Rich is not the one who's got a lot of dough,
But one whose touch make others forget their woe.
Happy is not the one who's always chasing pleasure,
But one who forgets all pleasure helping another grow.
Success is not about getting recognition,
Success is about achieving excellence beyond norm.
Achievement is not when you reach a certain goal,
But when your goal lifts others beyond your home.
Destiny is not a script written by a superman,
But one you write yourself with your labor and sweat.
Sanctity is not what priests sell you at the church,
But how you behave with others outside the church gate.
Nobody can give you lessons of life packed in a few lines.
If you know to help another, your heart knows all the lines.

Fate and future both are servant to the determined,
For they are nothing but creation of human determination.
Yet most of humanity remain oblivious to this simple fact,
For they’re born and raised in a society run by indoctrination.
Reason and questions are seen as treason against heritage,
Submission and guilt are praised as honorable righteousness.
Calling ignorance as righteousness doesn't make one righteous,
You are righteous when you have the guts to mend mistakes.
Ignorance is part of life, so is our drive for self-aggrandizing,
It's human to make mistakes, what's not, is their glorification.
Acknowledge your mistakes, biases, ignorance and prejudice,
We start to rise when we acknowledge our degradation.
Our ancestors were primitive humans with unused goodness.
If we die primitive like they did, why live in the first place!

To learn from yesterday is growth,
To be stuck in yesterday is decay.
To look for a better future is vision,
To be stuck there only causes dismay.
Glance at the past, aim for the future,
But keep your feet grounded in present.
Learn from history, envision the destiny,
‘N dive in today with your sweat valiant.
Memory is meant to give you ground,
Not to impede in your prosperity.
Vision is to embolden your footsteps,
Not to disconnect you from reality.
Some make history their prison, some future.
Bid goodbye to those inmates, ‘n be a timemaster.

“Jellyfish call it karma, The juggernaut only knows unselfish duty. Cowards leave all to kismet, fate or destiny, Creators wield life as an instrument of causality.”

“Book of Destiny (The Sonnet)

The book of destiny is the being,
Who doesn’t believe in destiny.
The epitome of victory is the one,
Who doesn’t care for victory.
Victory and destiny all are born,
Of the sweat and blood of the determined.
Annihilate the self for a purpose,
And you’ll be the icon of universal uplift.
You don’t fall by falling at someone’s feet,
You fall by climbing on top of others’ head.
You don’t rise by being superior to others,
But by losing sense of high ‘n low divisiveness.
Mark me well, human is neither person nor species.
Designation Human is the highest of all responsibilities.”

Naskar is made by Naskar alone, not an industry or benefactor – or more importantly, by family wealth. I had a roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes on my back – that was more than enough.

I started writing with literally zero dollar in my pocket. Let me tell you how it began, because for some reason, I completely forgot a crucial event of my life when I wrote my memoir Love, God & Neurons.

I once met an American tourist at a local train in Calcutta. The first thing he asked me was, had I lived in the States? I said, no. Then how come you have an American accent – he asked. Watching movies – I said. We got chatting and he told me about a book he had recently published, a memoir. I believe, this was the cosmic event that planted the thought of writing my own books in my head – I had already started my self-education in Neurology and Psychology, and I was all determined to publish research papers on my ideas, but not books. Meeting the person somehow subconsciously shifted my focus from research papers to books.

So the journey began. And for the first few years, I made no real money from my books. Occasionally some of my books would climb the bestsellers list on amazon, like my very first book did, and that would keep the bills paid for several months. Then the invitations for talks started coming, but they too were not paid in the beginning. The organizers made all the travel arrangements, and I gave the talks for free. It’s ironic and super confusing really – I remember flying business class, but I didn’t have enough money to even afford a one way flight ticket, because I had already used up my royalties on other expenses.

Today I can pick and choose which speaking invitations to accept, but back then I didn’t have that luxury – I was grateful for any speaking gig and interview request I received, paid or not. One time, I gave an interview to this moderately popular journalist for her personal youtube channel, only to find out, she never released the video publicly – she posted an interview with a dog owner instead – whose dog videos had gained quite a following on social media. You could say, this was the first time I realized first hand, what white privilege was.

Anyway, the point is this.

Did I doubt myself? Often. Did I consider quitting? Occasionally. But did I actually quit? Never. And because I didn’t quit, the world received a vast never-before seen multicultural humanitarian legacy, that you know me for today.

There is no such thing as overnight success. If you have a dream, you gotta work at it day in, day out – night after night – spoiling sleep, ruining rest, forgetting fun. Persist, persist, and persist, that’s the only secret – there is no other. Remember this – the size of your pocket does not determine your destiny, the size of your dedication does.

You are the gospel you need to read,
You are the path you need to walk.
You are the torch you need to light,
You are the voice you need to talk.

You are the sight you need to see,
You are the thirst you need to quench.
You are the warmth you need to wear,
You are the drought you need to drench.

You are the muck you need to mend,
You are the wrong you need to right.
You are the storm you need to brave,
You are the fate you need to write.

What do you think hope means,
To sit and do nothing!
Such is no hope but cowardice,
Real hope gets you walking.

Hope means to take charge,
Hope means unsubmission.
Hope means to not lose sight,
Hope means to cause illumination.

Life is what happens to the human,
Human is what happens to life.
Nature is what happens to the animal,
Human is the animal rising civilized.

I repeat, hope is no excuse for inaction.
Real hope brings emancipation from submission.

Unleash yourself as love testament,
Be the answer to archaic derangement.
Stand undaunted despite cancelment,
Apes cannot cancel Mount Everest.

Unleash your spine,
Unfurl your fervor.
Awake to humankind,
your eternal harbor.

Anchor yourself in rights,
Rituals can take a back seat.
Rights decreed by jungle rituals,
are no parameters of civil spirit.

Either you succumb to the world,
or expand so vast that
the world succumbs to you.
Dare past time with your dream defiant,
fabric of reality will unfold through you.

Hope is rather important to me, so much so,
I even named a title Esperanza Impossible.
But my hope is not that of wishful inaction,
my hope is a furnace of valiance untamable.

It’s more important to be the hope and help,
than have the hope that help is on the way.
No one is too helpless to lift themselves,
all you need is a purpose to define your way.

If this son of a factory worker could conquer
the world with brain, heart and empty pocket,
why do you succumb to fictitious despair,
the greatest hopes are always hopeless!

Rise, revolt and be the hope,
take no defeat as your destiny.
Till your world bathes in your light,
be the hopeless warrior of incorruptibility.