Abhijit Naskar's Blog

Why is it that, for one religion to be true,
all other religions have to be false!
Why is it that, for one culture to find glory,
all other cultures have to be dehumanized!

Why is it that, for one people to prosper,
another people have to be exploited!
Why is it that, to conceive a brave new nation,
the landmass has to be sterilized of the natives!

Why is it that, for one nation to be strong,
all other citizens have to be tagged as enemy!
Why is it that, for one kind of love to flourish,
love’s myriad spectrum gets banished to the closet!

Why is it that, for one community to flourish,
rest of humankind must be choked against the wall!
Why is it that, for the state to come into power,
the citizens must be brainwashed into vegetable!

I have no allegiance to any religious institution, or to any academic institution, I don’t even have allegiance to the truth, truth can go to hell for all I care – I only care about integration – absolute, indivisible, unbending, unflinching spirit of integration... Not with intellect, not with faith – to read me you have to think plurally and feel planetary.

Jai Insan, Chetna Sagar;
Jai Vivek, Vidyut Ujagar.
Rise Insan, Ilaaj Ilahi;
Al Hub, Hayat Paygamber.

Ik Onkar, Satnam Shahada;
One Insan Bodhi Vihara.
Born of Ash, Deed Amartya;
Once Ignited, Ashiq Ananta.

Vision Virat, Vajra Avinashi;
Kafir Kareem to Vidyesh Vinashi.
Unbent Akhanda in Realm Divided,
Dervish Divaane, Advaita Ruhani.

No hero, no charlatan saint,
no prophet out to herd a flock;
unhinged in duty, an unflinching flame,
I’m just a signpost on the cosmic clock.

Viva el humano, la cura para locura;
la verdad valiente ante miedo-mentira.
Persona es puente, el puente es la verdad;
corazón, mi razón – cerebro, mi arma.

Ek Insan, aur Ek Hi Lakshya,
Atut Asambhav, Nischal Nimagna;
Karma is action without agenda,
Dharma is duty without saffronmania.

By Karma we become Visvaroop,
No Dharma in Vanarvibhajan;
Sapiens stands Merhem-e Manavta,
Ananta knows no foreign-sanatan.

Ek Insan, Hoonkar-e Asmaan,
Khalsa in Veins, Noor-e Nadaan;
no togetherness, no tomorrow –
Awake, Arise, O Christly Insan.

Time is togetherness, time is memory;
benevolence before blood, life makes family.
What good is ape tradition and validation,
when time is my home, integration, my reality!

Monkeys pray monkeys to save them,
in danger human stands guard of humans;
when minister monkeys legislate lies as law,
it’s your cosmic duty to be Insan Armageddon!

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.

Like many streams finally meet in the sea,
we are all born of nature, and ultimately
disperse into nature, our identity,
our memory, emotions, everything –

then the only place we exist is
in the memories of other people, whose
lives we might have influenced in some way.

There is no transference of soul,
the way our primitive ancestors believed;
soul is just electrochemical response of
uniquely individual makeup of organic matter,
once that individual makeup breaks down,
the individual soul simply vanishes.

Your soul disperses as your body does,
but not your role in other people’s lives.
Entity can be wiped out, but not existence,
existence that has ignited a few lives.

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.

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.

Mother Earth is a living organism,
forests are the lungs of the planet,
soil is the womb, oceans are blood –
climate change is the planet having fever,
in response to the human virus.

Economy rooted in greed is not growth,
religion rooted in dogma is not holy,
innovation rooted in vanity is not science,
abundance without wholeness ruins the society.

Earth doesn’t need our consent to wipe us out,
any more than we asked permission from corona virus.
Cosmos carries no fury like a mother done wrong –
Mother brings us into the world, mother can take us out.

My mainstream work don’t depend on the
internet, I need the net mainly for music.
Music is companion to my writing,
while I write independent of the internet.

I once spent weeks without internet and
electricity, but that didn’t stop my writing.
Sure, internet is crucial to release my work,
but I could just leave behind mountains of
unpublished work in future generations’ keeping.

Even my spanish and turkish writings
won’t cease in the absence of the internet.
I could easily just leave behind piles of
unpublished work in broken turkish and spanish.

I don’t do drugs, drink or binge, but I do need
music, which is why I pay for youtube premium.
Apes may be impotent without ideas from internet,
I am my own gateway to endless enlightenment.

Leave it to the monkeys,
and every secular democracy
soon turns into a fanatic republic –

Christian Republic of America,
Islamic Republic of Turkey,
Jewish Republic of Palestine,
Sanatan Republic of India,

all run by prejudice legalized as piety,
and no humanity to speak of –
jungle grows tall in every corner,
survival of the chosen as ape gospel.

God’s original name is Human,
but it isn’t very profitable,
so the apes cook up fancy names,
and sprinkle in tales of magic.

Organized religion is the planet’s largest circus,
where apes commodify divinity to sell tickets –
more divide means more fear, means more control,
divine distant from human is the holy grail of commerce.

Human is the first and final name of divinity,
but that goes against the entire religious
industrial complex – for the purpose of brevity
I say religious, but I mean fundamentalist.

There’s not one religion but two,
one is commercial religion,
rooted in fear, prejudice and bigotry,
and the other is lived religion,
rooted in kindness and inclusivity –

the atheist and the believer
drink from the same water,
breathe the same air,
eat the same food –

mother nature, the actual origin of life,
doesn’t segregate between believer and
nonbeliever, it’s only the savages who do that.