Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "serving-people"

If no one comes hearing your call - walk alone,
For the price of rigidity is greater than the cost of a fall.
If no one comes hearing your call - speak alone,
For the price of silence is greater than the cost of a scorn.
If no one comes hearing your call - reason alone,
For the price of prejudice is greater than the cost of loneliness.
If no one comes hearing your call - think alone,
For the price of bigotry is greater than the cost of feeling groundless.
If no one comes hearing your call - dream alone,
For the price of conformity is greater than the cost of failure.
If no one comes hearing your call - act alone,
For the price of inaction is greater than the cost of alleged misdemeanor.
If no one comes hearing your call, o brave titan - carry the society on your own,
For peace, progress and harmony are caused by the acts of the one alone.

Give me your pleasures, I'll give you awakening.
Give me your pride, I'll give you inclusion.
Give me your self-obsession, I'll give you acceptance.
Give me your arrogance, I'll give you liberation.
Give me your tradition, I'll give you revolution.
Give me your blindness, I'll give you clarity.
Give me your disparities, I'll give you humaneness.
Give me your rigidity, I'll give you serenity.
Give me your religion, I'll give you harmony.
Give me your language, I'll give you amity.
Give me your identity, I'll give you unity.
Give me your nationality, I'll give you humanity.
Give me your sleep and comfort, I'll give you assimilation.
Give me your blood and sweat, I'll give you ascension.

Come all ye misfits and rebels,
Let’s march to shatter the games.
Break all golden chains of comfort,
Let’s work forgetting our names.
Come all ye sneered and mocked,
We must burn as flames of unity.
Let’s turn into a human tsunami,
And wash away all hate and rigidity.
Hurricane humans we are o brethren,
Savagery no more is master to us.
The fountain of inclusion is our lifeblood,
We won’t let tradition break our universe.
Let’s finally build the kingdom of heaven,
With clay from our heart’s unifying Eden.

Torrents of joy have brought me salvation,
Bearing jewels of inclusion and unification.
My mind and my whole being have gone lost,
Into the rising tides of humanizing assimilation.
Finally serenity has arrived at my doorstep,
When I opened I found the bridge to others.
Defying all agony and selfish insecurities,
I discovered the supreme sentience in their cheer.
Their joy is my joy and their worry is my worry,
It is my vow upon the sacred pyre of conscience.
I stand ready to become dust if it is needed,
I am my gift to them, their smiles my recompense.
There is no point in living for the shallow desires,
Cause life is not lived till it's lived for others.

World is my Louisiana,
I am its Mississippi.
Whenever it's in trouble,
My blood boils in agony.
Each drop of tear around,
Makes my bones ignite.
My life finds its meaning,
As I respond to their plight.
Joy is only joy to me,
When I bring it to others.
If gained in line of service,
Even wounds are my treasures.
Once I die for the people’s future,
Then I can live in peace forever.

My first and foremost love is society,
Romance 'n things are second priority.
My love seeks not to be loved in return,
In fact, my love thrives in cold nonreciprocity.
Mine is not to reason why, mine is to love and die,
There's no greater love than that of a one-sided lover.
The world is to me what Julia was to Saint Valentine,
And what the impoverished were to Nicholas Santa.
A world anemic in love needs a day to celebrate love,
I am a lover eternal, for me every day is valentine's day.
The world is my valentine, as such it is under my care,
It's my duty to protect it from Claudius' mischievous play.
I shall stop breathing before I break this pledge of mine.
There's no greater power than the pledge of a lover divine.

Be a muse to the world, not a mole.
Be a flute to the world, not a fluke.
Be a whistle to the world, not a hoax.
Be a warm coat to the world, not a coup.
Be O2 to the world, not CO.
Be water to the world, not booze.
Be a castle to the world, not another chaos.
Be ointment to the world, not another wound.
If you can’t be a castle, be an apartment,
If you can’t be an apartment, be a hut.
It’s not about the size of your sacrifice,
It’s about the intent, you impetuous lovenut!
Be a lamp, ladder or lego, what, it doesn’t matter.
Just be something that makes the world better.

What is the point of you? What is your worth? And by worth I am not talking about your financial value, I am talking about something much more significant than that. So, I ask again – what is your worth? And you won’t find the answer in any scripture or church – you won’t find it even in this book. Because no external power can give you the answer to something so incredibly existential in nature.

If you want to know your worth, ask yourself, what are you without your bank account. The worth of a person lies in character. The same goes for a nation and the same goes for a world. Therefore, a nation’s worth lies not in the value of its currency, but in the character of its people. And it all begins with the individual – it all begins with you. Your character holds not just the worth of your own life, but that of the lives of your people as well. So, feel like it’s the feeling of your society and act like it’s the action of your society.

But mark you, here I do not mean, feeling and acting like the society, rather, I am asking you to feel, think and act as an original, brave and conscientious human being, so that you become the very emblem of humanhood in front of others, for them to draw their life’s inspiration from. Doing what the society wants, makes you a second hand human – wanting the society to do what you want, makes you a narcissistic bigot – but being an embodiment of humanhood without any expectation from others, is what makes you a sentient human.

Youth are the cure
for all dividing insanity.
You are the antidote
to all bewitching animosity.

Don’t confuse youth as a measure
of agist conventionality.
Youth is but a sanctifying dawn,
out of the dusk of rigidity.

Youth is the spirit of play
with the forces of ominosity.
Youth is the conquest of death
into the daring pastures of duty.

Youth are absolution to habits of death.
Youth are walking illumination manifest.