Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "naskarean"

Hudson, Thames, Nile and Sindhu,
All are now red with the blood of the innocent.
Who is to blame for such catastrophe,
Everybody who accepts arms race as upliftment.
Suited savages have seduced them to believe,
That bigger the military greater the pride.
It’s necessary for politicians to sell nationalism,
Or else their loyal subjects will all get untied.
Acts of national security only breed insecurity,
Which forces people to seek comfort in weapons.
True, lasting stability and serenity of a nation,
Comes only from a universal desire for union.
Let the politicians sell war in the name of peace.
Why must the citizens buy it like rats chasing cheese!

War is expensive, peace is free,
Yet war is petty, peace is priceless.
War is childish, peace is for adults,
Yet war is complex, peace is child’s play.
War is for fools, peace is for the sage,
Yet sages sustain war, deeming peace foolish.
War is strain on the brain, peace only needs love,
Yet intellectuals justify war, calling peace rubbish.
War is good for maintaining control over the people,
Hence imperialists peddle war in the name of justice.
But all imperialists are the fault of the civilians,
All wars are a failure of our civilized citizenship.
No war is tougher than the civilians of the world.
Exercise that potential to abolish all imperial gall.

Bigots have a name for me – Abhishit Nutscar. Which is actually quite flattering to me, because in sanskrit “abhi” means fearless. So all I hear is, “wounded nutter with some fearless shit”. Love you, kids! Get well, soon!

“Melanin Maniacs (The Sonnet)

White guy writes a couple of sonnets and plays,
And he is idolized as an olympian deity.
Colored guy smashes the paradigm to ashes,
And it warrants absolute unacceptability.
Apparently, greatness is only greatness,
If it can be credited to a caucasian.
Otherwise they only end up pondering,
What’s the deal with this non-white person!
It’s a sad, sad world we live in,
All the advancement is on the outside.
Inside we are dumber than Donald Duck,
Which has ruined all hope for real insight.
Enough of this obsession with white aphrodisiacs!
It’s time to act as humans, and not melanin maniacs.”
― Corazon Calamidad: Time to take law into our hands

The best poets are the ones,
Who don’t know how to write poetry.
Just like the best scientists are those,
Who practice science as everyday curiosity.
The more you focus on the definition,
The more you lose touch with the essence.
That is why I never know what my work is about,
To explain love is to lose love’s fragrance.
Painting of a landscape is not the landscape itself,
Depiction must never be confused with the depicted.
I don’t know how to do small talk, hence the sonnets.
Poet doesn’t write poetry, poetry writes the poet.
The moment I think I am in control, I lose all control.
Craving no control, the river just nourishes the soul.

This is my decree to my soldiers of the future,
Refrain from raising my giant lifeless structures!
Use the funds to build schools and hospitals instead,
Providing free/affordable education and healthcare.

Keep me alive in your heart, not in dead statues,
each one taller and more extravagant than the other,
Just so self-absorbed snobs could take the perfect selfie,
to declare an empty alliance with humanitarian behavior.

If you must have symbollic momentos of me around,
Keep them personal, humble and utterly non-extravagant.
Always remember, I am honored with your acts of love,
not with your thousand feet statues and chants unsapient.

It’s a sad state of affairs, when virtues
gather moss upon the monuments of hypocrisy.
Break your trance of totem poles,
be the freedom you are meant to be!

Give me some sunshine,
Give me some rain!
Why the hell am I asking you,
When I’m the steward of my own reign!

Ship of society is sinking,
O Young and Bold, now hail the helm!
Come to the rescue of those lost at sea,
To hell with the nonsense of shame and fame!

My religion is to rescue the fallen,
My creed to care for the persecuted.
Faith, reason, nation, I heed none,
Obliterated in love heart is illuminated.

Shedding all fears both ragged and posh,
Let’s go play in the courtyard of the cosmos!

Naskar has never sought for recognition, neither should Naskareans. Work my soldiers, work – work for the welfare of this world with the last ounce of valiance in your veins. Only then shall you stand bold and proud, with a smile on your face, as a testament to my life. I don’t want to live in my words – I want to live through you – I want you to be the proof that there ever was a human called Naskar. I exist, when you exist – as the absolute epitome of humanness possible – when you don’t, I don’t.

I don’t want your allegiance – to me or anybody else! Allegiance is too petty a term to define what I want of you – for I don’t want your allegiance – I want your annihilation – your absolute apocalyptic annihilation – for the ascension of humanity! Can you do that? Then what are you waiting for! Burn my books, and go lift the world! Let me live in your blood, not in books.

Never confuse culture with state. Some of the richest cultures of the world often end up with some of the most regressive states in the world – Türkiye, Azerbaijan, India, Italy to name a few, in the context of 2023.

So I repeat, never let your disapproval of a government make you bitter towards a culture. Government never reflects culture – if it did, I would not have penned a single Turkish word in my works – as opposed to the fact that, the Turkish culture is an intrinsic element of Naskarean literature.

Also, while we are on the subject of my writing, I shall address a minor issue, which I’ve been overlooking for a while now.

Across the globe I am often referred to as “the Indian neuroscientist” or “the Indian Author”, despite the fact that my work is practically nonexistent in India, statistically speaking. Considering that, 90% of my book sales come from US, UK and Canada, the rest 10% from Europe, Mexico, South America and Australia, and zero from India – for transparency and context purposes I’ll tell to you one more time – Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Scientist – Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Poet – Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Philosopher.

However, it’s never about the sales, it’s about the love. I only mention the demographics to put things in perspective. For example, there are many countries where people cannot afford to buy my books, since they are expensively exported from US and Europe, and yet, I receive far more love from these countries than the land I was born in. Philippines and Pakistan to name a few. As a matter of fact, hate wise speaking, Philippines is the only country so far, where I have not faced any hate and bigotry – which only goes to prove that, state of a currency does not reflect the broadness of heart. That’s why, a substantial portion of my work is available freely on the internet.

The point is – I am no more Indian, than I am a Yank or Canadian or Mexican or Turk or Swede or Pinoy or British or Brazilian or Egyptian or Aussie. Passport is just a glorified bus pass – nothing more. So, I repeat – I am an Earth Scientist – remember that. Nationalization of Naskar is desecration of Naskar.

I am only the beginning – the beginning of a new kind of humans – humans who belong to not one culture, but many cultures – humans who speak not one language, but many languages – humans who study scriptures and science with equal enthusiasm, yet pledge allegiance to neither, and know how to use both in the benefit of humanity – humans who aim for neither belief nor disbelief, but warmth and understanding – humans who are more concerned with the real hard problem of inhumanity, than the outdated hard problem of consciousness – humans who sacrifice their life treating the real hard question of hate, rather than the mythical hard question of god. I am only the beginning – the first spark, if you may – the best are yet to come.

Naskar is an alter ego,
Naskar is a calling,
a madness bigger than sanity,
not chained to one being.

Even Abi is no match for Naskar,
Abi will perish, not Naskar.
Naskar is a chemical catastrophe,
priming humans as kind thunder.

Naskar is factory of humanitarians,
imbued with wonders against malice.
Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain,
uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice.

Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey,
voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity.
Surpassing constraints of archaic bigotry,
Naskar is Manifest Humanity.