Strugglers Quotes

“Today the so called "rich and successful people" don't know about my writings. But one day they will have to read my writings and awaken from their slumber of turpitude.

My poetry is not mainstream. My novel was about strugglers. I have never been to any literary meet. I have never been on stage for any event related to literature. Because I feel all these discussions and events are trivial to the cause of writing. A writer must write not attend events.

I am the voice for the strugglers and fighters of our world. They need my words to express their anger and frustration against a cruel world.

I stand up for the strugglers and the underprivileged people of our world.

The world will be ruined by the "successful and rich people."

It is time the "rich and successful people" make amends.”
― Avijeet Das

“My words are not for the rich businessmen and women, bureaucrats, fashion models, and other affluent people living in our world. My words are for the strugglers, and the fighters, who need them to continue the fight against injustice, oppression, inequality and discrimination against them by an insensitive world.”
― Avijeet Das

“I am the voice of struggle and revolution.”
― Avijeet Das

My poetry is not mainstream. My stories are about struggle.

I am the voice of struggle and revolution. I represent the strugglers and fighters of the world. My words express anger and frustration against a cruel world.

The world will be ruined by the "rich and successful people." Amassing wealth seems to be the prerogative of these "rich and successful people." And they are bent on filling their coffers with more and more money at the cost of the environment and betterment of the world. The disparity between the haves and the have-nots have now grown to gargantuan proportions, and this disparity will spark revolutions in the coming days.

It is time the "rich and successful people" make amends.”
― Avijeet Das

“The Strugglers"

He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth.

He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children.

He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him.

He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people.

He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer.

His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to writer Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”
― Avijeet Das

“The Strugglers"

He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth.

He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children.

He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him.

He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people.

He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer.

His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to write Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”
― Avijeet Das

“I am the voice of struggle and revolution.”
― Avijeet Das

My poetry is not mainstream. My stories are about struggle.

I am the voice of struggle and revolution. I represent the strugglers and fighters of the world. My words express anger and frustration against a cruel world.

The world will be ruined by the "rich and successful people." Amassing wealth seems to be the prerogative of these "rich and successful people." And they are bent on filling their coffers with more and more money at the cost of the environment and betterment of the world. The disparity between the haves and the have-nots have now grown to gargantuan proportions, and this disparity will spark revolutions in the coming days.

It is time the "rich and successful people" made amends.”
― Avijeet Das

“I represent the Strugglers of the World. Don't give up your struggle just yet. Because We will Win."

.~ Call me the Professor, or Poet, or Avijeet or Musafir.

#Strugglers #WewillWin”
― Avijeet Das

“The rich won't win. They are pampered blokes. We have daily struggles. They don't even know what struggle is in life. We face adversities on a daily basis. They lead a life of luxury. We have to make choices for our survival. They don't know that they have to make any kind of choices. We have to take care of our families. They don't know what they want. We have to fight on a daily basis to earn our pennies. They squander their money on stupid luxuries. We fight for survival. They give a damn to us and the world.
~ Call me the Professor or Poet or Avijeet or Musafir”
― Avijeet Das

“I represent the Strugglers of the World. Don't give up your struggle just yet. Because We will Win.

~ Call me the Professor, or Poet, or Avijeet or Musafir”
― Avijeet Das