Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "genius"
Rushmores there are plenty, Everest there is but one | Abhijit Naskar | Rowdy Scientist
Flashlights there are plenty,
Sun there is but one.
Rushmores there are plenty,
Everest there is but one.
Rushmore leers as a criminal monument,
While Everest stands as a gentle giant.
Arrogance goes together with brutality,
While valor and virtue go hand in hand.
Sun there is but one.
Rushmores there are plenty,
Everest there is but one.
Rushmore leers as a criminal monument,
While Everest stands as a gentle giant.
Arrogance goes together with brutality,
While valor and virtue go hand in hand.
Mind Quotient (Sonnet 1209) | Abhijit Naskar | Rowdy Scientist
Throw away all stupidity of IQ and EQ,
They are but stain upon mind's honor.
To quantify intelligence is stupid,
To quantify emotion is even stupider.
When the feeble psyche seeks reassurance,
It craves comfort in all sorts of nonsense.
Most times it resorts to the supernatural,
Exhausting that it resorts to pseudoscience.
It is no mark of mental progress to replace
supernatural bubble with pseudoscience bubble.
No matter how they try to sell you security,
Know that, human potential is unquantifiable.
IQ is no measure of intelligence,
EQ is no measure of emotion either.
But craving for IQ and EQ is symptom
of a shallow and feeble character.
They are but stain upon mind's honor.
To quantify intelligence is stupid,
To quantify emotion is even stupider.
When the feeble psyche seeks reassurance,
It craves comfort in all sorts of nonsense.
Most times it resorts to the supernatural,
Exhausting that it resorts to pseudoscience.
It is no mark of mental progress to replace
supernatural bubble with pseudoscience bubble.
No matter how they try to sell you security,
Know that, human potential is unquantifiable.
IQ is no measure of intelligence,
EQ is no measure of emotion either.
But craving for IQ and EQ is symptom
of a shallow and feeble character.
AI Deception (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Insan Himalayanoğlu
Anybody can be a singer using Autotune,
Using ChatGPT anybody can be a writer.
But I’m yet to find an AI that can compose,
Love thy neighbor, or love has no gender.
Yet the problem is, neither human
nor AI can detect AI generation.
The world is already being flooded
with soulless, deceitful creation.
In the midst of such grave misgivings,
Honor alone can bring illumination.
Before you place anyone on pedestal,
Observe character beyond the creation.
Even I use photoshop, to enhance my covers,
But the words beneath are unvarnished Naskar.
AI can be a great help if you know how to
use it honorably, so originality is empowered.
Using ChatGPT anybody can be a writer.
But I’m yet to find an AI that can compose,
Love thy neighbor, or love has no gender.
Yet the problem is, neither human
nor AI can detect AI generation.
The world is already being flooded
with soulless, deceitful creation.
In the midst of such grave misgivings,
Honor alone can bring illumination.
Before you place anyone on pedestal,
Observe character beyond the creation.
Even I use photoshop, to enhance my covers,
But the words beneath are unvarnished Naskar.
AI can be a great help if you know how to
use it honorably, so originality is empowered.
I Am My Teacher (Sonnet 1234) | Abhijit Naskar | Insan Himalayanoğlu
I teach myself when I need to learn something,
I correct myself when I make mistakes.
No two year old shaped as 40, 50, 60 or 70,
Has the maturity to provide me moral guidance.
I taught myself electronics when I fell for it,
I taught myself music in my youthful high.
I taught myself languages in sheer obsession,
I taught myself aeronautics when I wanted to fly.
Critics mail, I should add “biggest ego” to my bio,
I thank them all for an astounding revelation.
If I actually behaved befitting my capacity,
Half your legends will lose their reputation.
You only see the tip of the ice-berg,
Fullness of the Himalayas you’ll never see.
I chose to put many of my passions aside,
One path, one mission – one answer to calamity.
I correct myself when I make mistakes.
No two year old shaped as 40, 50, 60 or 70,
Has the maturity to provide me moral guidance.
I taught myself electronics when I fell for it,
I taught myself music in my youthful high.
I taught myself languages in sheer obsession,
I taught myself aeronautics when I wanted to fly.
Critics mail, I should add “biggest ego” to my bio,
I thank them all for an astounding revelation.
If I actually behaved befitting my capacity,
Half your legends will lose their reputation.
You only see the tip of the ice-berg,
Fullness of the Himalayas you’ll never see.
I chose to put many of my passions aside,
One path, one mission – one answer to calamity.
Trancewriting (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar
I don’t like writing from thought,
Writing from thought is dull and boring.
It’s when the subconscious does the writing,
That the words manifest magically awakening.
It takes some time to get used to,
You gotta trust your brain with the magic.
Lose yourself in your one chosen path,
Out pours the pearls of profundity terrific!
Let your subconscious do the writing,
Use thought afterwards to mend inaccuracy.
When absorbed in an unbending vision,
Like a ghost writes your mind almighty.
Most of my magic is born in transcendence –
Nothing paranormal, just atypical neuroactivity!
There is no spirit outside the domain of neurons,
We’re just unaware of the extent of our capacity.
Writing from thought is dull and boring.
It’s when the subconscious does the writing,
That the words manifest magically awakening.
It takes some time to get used to,
You gotta trust your brain with the magic.
Lose yourself in your one chosen path,
Out pours the pearls of profundity terrific!
Let your subconscious do the writing,
Use thought afterwards to mend inaccuracy.
When absorbed in an unbending vision,
Like a ghost writes your mind almighty.
Most of my magic is born in transcendence –
Nothing paranormal, just atypical neuroactivity!
There is no spirit outside the domain of neurons,
We’re just unaware of the extent of our capacity.
Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat (Pani, Agua, Water Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Bulletproof Backbone
In some circles, I am called a genius,
Yet the only genius I know of is service.
In other circles, I am branded fraud,
Yet the only fraud I know of is prejudice.
Saying, you’ve explored my work,
after spending an evening scrolling
through a few quotes, is like saying,
you’ve climbed Mount Everest,
after spending an evening scrolling
through pictures of the Himalayas.
Yet I can tell you who I am,
I don’t need a million lines but one.
Iman insaniyat, mazhab muhabbat*;
Pani, agua, water, it’s all one.
Take my Bible, Koran & Vedas,
Take my Origin of Species.
Throw me to the fires of hell,
My life will still smell of roses.
(*faith humanity, religion love)
Yet the only genius I know of is service.
In other circles, I am branded fraud,
Yet the only fraud I know of is prejudice.
Saying, you’ve explored my work,
after spending an evening scrolling
through a few quotes, is like saying,
you’ve climbed Mount Everest,
after spending an evening scrolling
through pictures of the Himalayas.
Yet I can tell you who I am,
I don’t need a million lines but one.
Iman insaniyat, mazhab muhabbat*;
Pani, agua, water, it’s all one.
Take my Bible, Koran & Vedas,
Take my Origin of Species.
Throw me to the fires of hell,
My life will still smell of roses.
(*faith humanity, religion love)
Naskar is Made by Naskar Alone | Abhijit Naskar | Bulletproof Backbone
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.
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.
Miracle and Migraine (Sonnet 1370) | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
“Miracle and Migraine (Sonnet 1370)
Words are my leisure,
Words are my life.
Words are my gift to thee,
Use ’em wisely for light.
Kind words cost us nothing,
Cruel words will cost us all.
Faith in people costs us nothing,
Systemic mistrust will end us all.
It is common knowledge in the circle,
I don’t control words, I get visions.
However, every miracle takes its toll,
Hence, the migraines are getting worse.
I don’t mind, so long as I am ointment.
You keep the magic, I’ll keep the pain.”
“There is nothing supernatural about visions – or to be more accurate, contrary to traditional belief, it’s not messages from some extraterrestrial domain. Visions are indeed messages from a mysterious realm alright, but like the everyday realm of human perception, the transcendental realm as well is creation of brain chemicals. I won’t go into details here, as I already did that in my early days. One of my earliest works, Autobiography of God, contains a detailed analytical account of the neurobiology of transcendental experiences. However, the question is not whether there is an explanation, the question is, is it worth explaining! Because, while sometimes the lack of explanation facilitates superstition, some things are better left unexplained – such as, love.”
Words are my leisure,
Words are my life.
Words are my gift to thee,
Use ’em wisely for light.
Kind words cost us nothing,
Cruel words will cost us all.
Faith in people costs us nothing,
Systemic mistrust will end us all.
It is common knowledge in the circle,
I don’t control words, I get visions.
However, every miracle takes its toll,
Hence, the migraines are getting worse.
I don’t mind, so long as I am ointment.
You keep the magic, I’ll keep the pain.”
“There is nothing supernatural about visions – or to be more accurate, contrary to traditional belief, it’s not messages from some extraterrestrial domain. Visions are indeed messages from a mysterious realm alright, but like the everyday realm of human perception, the transcendental realm as well is creation of brain chemicals. I won’t go into details here, as I already did that in my early days. One of my earliest works, Autobiography of God, contains a detailed analytical account of the neurobiology of transcendental experiences. However, the question is not whether there is an explanation, the question is, is it worth explaining! Because, while sometimes the lack of explanation facilitates superstition, some things are better left unexplained – such as, love.”
The world is swarming with snakes, In your soul brews the antidote. | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
“The world is swarming with snakes,
In your soul brews the antidote.
Churn your doubts, burn your dread,
One gentle gaze sanitizes the cosmos.”
“They ask me, why aren’t you still properly known in the mainstream! Well, the Himalayas have been standing for 40 million years, yet it’s only in the last century that humans first climbed Everest. They are oblivious of me, because once you get addicted to the transcendental terrains of the Himalayas, all your superficial little molehills will crumble to dust.”
In your soul brews the antidote.
Churn your doubts, burn your dread,
One gentle gaze sanitizes the cosmos.”
“They ask me, why aren’t you still properly known in the mainstream! Well, the Himalayas have been standing for 40 million years, yet it’s only in the last century that humans first climbed Everest. They are oblivious of me, because once you get addicted to the transcendental terrains of the Himalayas, all your superficial little molehills will crumble to dust.”
Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee
You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
