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Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Diversity And Inclusion, Service Of Humanity, Human Rights Activist

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“Every Culture is My Culture (The Sonnet) If America fails in advancement, so will the world, If South America fails in liberty, so will the world. If Mexico fails in passion, so will the world, If India fails in diversity, so will the world. Every atom of planet earth is teeming with potential, Yet most see nothing beyond the rim of their culture. Culture is peddled in the world as a sectarian prison, Yet the fact is, culture integrated is culture empowered. Every culture belongs in every heart, every heart that is human, While stoneage notions of culture still dominate the animal. Simply put, till all cultures are ours, no culture is ours, Any culture that claims supremacy belongs on a surgeon's table. If humanity fails to embrace the strength of each culture, There will be no humanity, there will be no culture.”

“Dropout Scientist (The Sonnet) I am a scientist who doesn't have a degree, I am a poet who has no control over words. I am a philosopher who has no intellect whatsoever, I am a monk with no idea, what it means to be religious. If I am being honest, I have no clue what I am, And I know quite well that you do not know either. But believe you me my friend, one day in sheer awe, Your descendants will come up with the rightful answer. In my 30 years of life, I've traveled quite a distance, Which will take the world at least a millennium to cover. That's why archaic designations fall short to define life, No designation is qualified to define a being beyond border. My faith is humanity, my reason is humanity, my love is humanity. I am but a glimpse of the future, without coldness and rigidity.”

“Sonnet of Languages Turkish is the language of love, Spanish is the language of revolution. Swedish is the language of resilience, English is the language of translation. Portuguese is the language of adventure, German is the language of discipline. French is the language of passion, Italian is the language of cuisine. With over 7000 languages in the world, Handful of tongues fall short in a sonnet. But you can rest assured of one thing, Every language does something the very best. Each language is profoundly unique in its own way. When they come together, they light the human way.”

“Transhumanism is terrorism, for it is the very antithesis of life. Wasting precious resources on a pompous, narcissistic and megalomaniacal dream of extending life through cold, mechanical means, instead of helping to improve genuine human condition, transhumanists act as modern day terrorists who desecrate the very spirit of life and liberty without ever being held accountable. Let me tell you as a brain scientist and a computer engineering dropout - transhumanism is to brain computer interface, what nuclear weapons are to nuclear physics.”

“Transhumanism is Terrorism (The Sonnet) Intelligence comes easy, accountability not so much, Yet intelligence is complex, accountability is simple. Technology comes easy, transformation not so much, Yet technology is complicated, transformation is simple. In olden days there were just nutters of fundamentalism, Today there are nutters of nationalism and transhumanism. Some are obsessed with land, others with digital avatars, While humanity battles age-old crises like starvationism. When too much logic, coldness and pomposity set in, Common sense humanity goes out of the window. Once upon a time religion was the opium of all people, Today transhumanism and singularity are opium of the shallow. To replace the sky god with a computer god isn't advancement. Real advancement is when nobody suffers from scarcity of sustenance.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 56 Don't look for someone you can talk sense with, Find someone with whom you can talk nonsense. Call it friendship, call it love, call it whatever, Role of a companion isn't sensibility but acceptance. That's why I walk around in shabby clothes, That’s how I get to know about people's true nature. Everybody likes to butter up those in suits, Those who smile at the people with nothing, are the ones with real substance of character. If you wanna find out who your enemies are, Walk fancy and wait for the butter to pour in. If you wanna find out the humans amongst the leeches, Walk like a vagabond with your shirt not tucked in. Be cautious of those who applaud your accomplishment. And never lose those who walk by you in hopelessness.”

“¡Levántate Oh Luchador! (El Soneto del Servicio Mundial) Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, ¡Hasta que alcances tu meta, no te pares! Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, ¡Hasta que hagas realidad tus sueños, no pares! Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, Hasta que termine toda injusticia, no pares. Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, Hasta que haya paz en la tierra, no te pares. Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, Hasta que todos sean amantes, no te pares. Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador, Hasta que humanidad sea la realidad, no te pares. Un nuevo mundo es la creación de nuevos humanos. No lo olvides, la lucha de uno es la lucha de todos.”

“Nueva Revolución (El Soneto) ¡Viva la libertad! ¡Viva la revolución! Pero, ¿qué es la libertad? ¿Qué es la revolución? When no soul is discriminated, That is liberty - es la liberación. When no civilian is left unlifted, That is revolution - es la revolución. Revolution comes from the backbone, of a person, not the barrel of a gun. Necesitamos resolver injusticia sin revólver Este es el principio de la nueva revolución. Stand up to each bullet con tu sonrisa valiente. La respuesta a toda guerra es la gente.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 91 Citizens are the alpha, citizens are the omega. Whatever good is possible, it comes from the citizens. Citizens are the creator, citizens are the ravager. Citizens make the autocrats, citizens can crush them. Citizens are the cause, citizens are the effect. There is no destiny, only determination of the citizens. Citizens are the worshipper, citizens are the worshipped. There is no religion, only humanity of the citizens. Citizens are the gospel, citizens are commandments. When citizens command with conscience, corruption falls. Citizens are the altar, citizens are the idol. When the citizens come down to the streets, dictators fall. Autocrats and dictators rule because the citizens allow it. Once the citizens wake up from hibernation, it's time for their last wish.”

“Keyboard of Revolution (The Sonnet) I wrote most of my works, On broken down laptops. Perhaps that's why they work well, With this broken down world. I don't write to butter the assheads of pomposity, My duty is to till the soil of grassroots reform. That's why I feel at home creating on humble machines, The very thought of fancy devices makes my stomach turn. I once said to you, ripped jeans and twenty dollar shirt, That's how we change the world, how we build the world. Often a fancy exterior is indicative of a rotten interior, It's a simple life that facilitates a magnificent world. I don't need thousand dollar machines to cause ascension. Give me a keyboard, I'll give you revolution.”

“Fantasy and Responsibility (The Sonnet) Fantasy is good so long as it doesn't make us, Oblivious to our responsibility of reality. Imagination expands the mind for sure, Only when it empowers our acts of accountability. Growing up in India, I did not have superman, But I did indulge religiously in some shaktimaan. I don't know whether it influenced my making, But it sure did fill my childhood with fascination. People draw inspiration from different places, That's a normal tenet of the mind, not a violation. But inspiration is inspiration only when it leads, To collective uplift, otherwise it's just delusion. Fantasy is healthy when practiced with moderation. Too much fiction paralyzes responsibility and reason.”

“Click Less, Live More (The Sonnet) Moments are vessel for memories, Don't waste them on snobbish hypes. A memory cherished with a loved one, Is worth more than a billion likes. The less devices you have to charge, The more charge you have for your mind. The less you obsess over convenience, The more you develop actual insight. Purpose of camera is to capture memory, Not to desecrate the moments seeking attention. Purpose of a picture is to rejuvenate emotions, Even a thousand pictures are useless without emotion. Click less, live more - that is the motto of wellness. Or else, click more, sick more - there is no treatment.”

“Sonnet of Human Resources There is no blue collar, no white collar, just honor. And honor is defined by character not collar. There is no CEO, no janitor, just people. Person's worth lies, not in background, but behavior. Designation is reference to expertise, not existence. Respect is earned through rightful action, not label. Designation without humanity is resignation of humanity, For all labels without love cause nothing but trouble. The term human resources is a violation of human rights. For it designates people as possession of a company. Computers are resources, staplers are resources, but people, Aren't resources, but the soul of all company and society. I'm not saying, you oughta rephrase it all in a civilized way. But at the very least, it's high time with hierarchy we do away.”

“The term human resources is a violation of human rights. for it designates people as possession of a company. Computers are resources, staplers are resources, but people aren't resources, but the soul of all company and society.”

“Call it skill resources, call it expertise resources, but don't call it human resources. Because the term ‘human resources’ compares humans with commodity, which is nothing but a new age slavery.”

“The Biochemistry Sonnet Chemicals breed prejudice, Chemicals breed love. Chemicals breed hate and rage, Chemicals breed the atoning dove. Chemicals breed walls of divide, Chemicals breed the bridge to unite. Chemicals breed death and disease, In those very chemicals we find sight. Chemicals are us, we are the chemicals, In this mortal world there is nothing else. While most are run by the whim of chemicals, Some bend chemicals at will, as true sapiens. Chemicals are the cause, chemicals are the result. Awareness of chemicals is awareness of the world.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 82 I am a soldier, I am a reformer. What will I do with a long life! If you wanna bless me with something, Bless me, O Nature, with courage to die with smile. Life and death are civilian affair. A reformer works each day with coffin in pocket. There'll be no life for any of the civilians, If the reformer slips into drunken enjoyment. A reformer doesn't know what is a hangover, Because a reformer is never sober. Drunkenness of booze wears off in a day, Drunkenness of sacrifice lasts through millennia. The selfish drink to seek escape. The reformer is too free to need such cheap help.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 63 Love is a lamp, That the sane cannot light. Peace is poetry, That the sober cannot write. Growth is green, That the greedy cannot plant. Insight is a state, That the pompous cannot land. Society is a cup of tea, That the selfish cannot make. World is a responsibility, That the animals cannot take. However, it's okay if the world feels too heavy. Start by taking your neighborhood's responsibility.”

“Messiahs don't drop from the sky, As mortal suffering jumps the fence. A messiah is just a mortal, Minus all the indifference. Peygambers don't jog down from jennet, As people are troubled by malice. A peygamber is just a regular person, Who has conquered their prejudice. Buddhas don't grow in a zen garden, As the world reeks of bigotry. A buddha is just an ordinary being, Minus all the self-centricity.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 14 Messiahs don't drop from the sky, As mortal suffering jumps the fence. A messiah is just a mortal, Minus all the indifference. Peygambers don't jog down from jennet, As people are troubled by malice. A peygamber is just a regular person, Who has conquered their prejudice. Buddhas don't grow in a zen garden, As the world reeks of bigotry. A buddha is just an ordinary being, Minus all the self-centricity. Mind is the enemy, mind is the mate. To all wounds of society mind is ointment.”