Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "naskarian"

In English we say:
for the people, by the people.
In Naskarian we say:
my world, my responsibility.

In English we say:
blood is thicker than water.
In Naskarian we say:
humanity is thicker than blood and border.

In English we say:
if you want peace, prepare for war.
In Naskarian we say:
if you want peace, prepare for education.

In English we say:
when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
In Naskarian we say:
when on Earth, do as a Human should.

In English we say:
necessity is the mother of invention.
In Naskarian we say:
compassion is the mother of civilization.

In English we say:
survival of the fittest.
In Naskarian we say:
jungle is built by the fit,
civilization is built by the kind.

In English we say:
the grass is greener on the other side.
In Naskarian we say:
Earth is greener when it belongs to all.

Forget the canon, you can’t even make sense
of my titles, bleating like nationalist livestock,
and chanting like brainless bacon – you have to
have a certain amount of multicultural tendency,
which in a way, is your first test of pilgrimage,
moreover, it’s the key to the Naskar Canon.

If you have no desire to step outside your culture,
there’s no point in grabbing any of my text,
you might as well pick up a chinese or arab text,
and expect to be an expert while speaking only English.

My script may be English, my language is not –
remove your assumptions, transcend your disciplines;
it is only through pilgrimage to plurality,
that an ape ascends into humanity.

My goal is not to replace
white supremacy with colored supremacy,
or christian supremacy with muslim supremacy,
or blind faith with dispassionate logic,
I am a stateless weaver of human plurality.

Nationality and religion are like blood groups,
it has no relation to human capacity and character,
despite the superstitions and conspiracy theories;
morons are found in every corner of the world,
just like mavericks are found in every corner.

The only difference between blood groups
and nationality is that, blood groups are
a fundamental factor of medical treatment,
whereas nationality and religion are
fleeting vestiges of an adolescent species.

I opened my eyes and couldn’t find a single precedent
of post-national, post-religion, post-lingual,
post-cultural existence, so I became the precedent.

My roots go deep down to the core of earth,
spread across the bones and marrow of the human race.

Separatism is the hallmark of eurocentric thought,
whether it’s separation between the mortal and divine,
or the separation between reason and theology,
or between science and philosophy, or prose and poetry.

Every single aspect of human consciousness
touched by eurocentrism ends up divided and
desecrated, losing its health-giving wholeness,

which is why I never felt at home with euroschools,
despite the fact that I too like everyone on the
planet grew up in a westwashed education system.

However, it took me over a hundred books and
2000 sonnets to wake up to the tangible realization,
that the entire eurocentric paradigm is separatist,
from its science to philosophy to theology to poetry.

In euro schools of thought we say:
keep the divine separate from the people,
keep science separate from philosophy.
In Naskarian we say:
integration is divine by reason of poetry.

I don’t describe, I embody –
I don’t study a culture,
I disappear into the culture.



I am what happens when a monk scientist goes full-on godmode to establish a planetary, integrated, anti-racist, anti-phobic, anti-misogynist, anti-colonial, anti-military, anti-nationalist civilization of actual human beings.

“I’m done trying to please everybody, the academic robot, the religious fanatic, the newage crackpot – I’m done tiptoeing on eggshells. Alright, maybe not please everybody, but I’ve always practiced restraint, never too confrontational to nobody, by my standard that is. For example, the following sonnet was drafted last year, but I didn’t feel at ease to publish it, until now.”



“Dogma not Divine, Myth not Holy (Sonnet 2430)

What kind of a moron demands his devotee
to slaughter his son just to prove his loyalty!

What kind of an alcoholic father
sends his son to be tortured and nailed
on a cross just to prove how much he cares!

What kind of a pervert rescues his wife
from her abductor only to abandon her,
just so his reputation as the ideal king
wouldn’t be tarnished by a violated woman!

Mythologies have nothing to do with holiness,
nor with the actual creator of the cosmos,
even if there is such a thing, at most they
reflect the mindset and morality of their time.

I never had any interest
in making a case for or against god,
my struggle is far more real,
against dogma disguised as divine.”

It may sound preposterous to digital chimps,
who cannot even walk in a straight line
without asking AI, but those of us humans
still have a functional brain, heart and spine.

I obliterate myself pouring out life,
beyond all known limits of literature,
only to be blamed for my himalayan immensity,
by the religious of hate and nationals of bigotry.

Yet I don’t hate you back, you’re still my children,
someday your own descendants will call your fall.
When I’m pissed at somebody’s stupidity,
I don’t get rude, cruel or violent,
I get extremely patronizing, unbearably brotherly,
that’s my way of not losing control.

First I was a monk, then I was a scientist,
later I was a poet, finally I am the Human Race.
You still hang from the trees,
yet you claim to understand the Himalayas!

Go, get drunk, my friend!

Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!

Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.

Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!

Any ape can find salvation in liquid escape,
takes a human to endure through devastation.
Any rodent of the gutter can drown in alcohol,
it takes a giant to drink the world’s poison.

Give the monkeys cinema and sports,
they’ll sleep through armageddon;
cinema is a great propaganda device,
sports are an opiate of distraction.

Good filmmaking elevates the mind,
but fanatic fans only carry manure;
playing sports elevates the body,
but backseat players are raving boar.

The average monkey may not know,
that the earth spins around the sun,
but ask about their favorite celebrity,
and they become wikipedia in person.

Vegetable, you are not, so don’t go soggy;
nothing more sad than brain becoming bacon!
You are Wardenclyffe, you are Nalanda,
you’re the source and sink of civilization.

No matter what the apes want you to believe,

it’s not weakness to abandon suspicion,
it’s not weakness to discard judgment,
it’s not weakness to practice empathy,
it’s not weakness to be considerate –

it’s not misdemeanor to denounce primitive
practices that our ancestors thought sensible,
it’s a sign of wisdom, not stupidity, to admit
ignorance, rather than succumb to supernatural.

My favorite answer of all is, ‘I don’t know’ –
in the absence of rigorous investigation
that’s the answer I fall back on the most;

then there are times when logic is immaterial,
there I avoid all mention of knowledge, and
take the humane course, despite reason or ritual.