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Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Activist, Hate Crime, Intolerance

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“Yesterday's world was obsessed with swords, today's world is obsessed with guns, tomorrow's world will be obsessed with AI, and it always ends up with death and destruction. Day after tomorrow it'll be business as usual, savage world will be back obsessing with fire, then again with swords, then guns, and so on, till the sky pours ashes and seas boil over.”

“Naskar, The Origin Story (Sonnet 1999) Naren, Subhas, Abhijit, three vessels, one spirit. All three spring from paramhansa, in paramhansa we three perish. One mission, three vessels - one teacher, three students. Erase the one teacher, and you erase our driving promise. Before the scientist emerged poet, he was but a wandering monk - born nirvikalpa from sahasrara Gadadhar - Naren, Subhas, Abhijit, are not three but one. Awake, arise, adopt the world! Give me brains, and give me heart. Whenever fear and fanaticism take hold, from amongst you will rise a Naskar.”

“Peregrino del Desierto (Soneto) No un día, sino este día, es necesario vivir este día, es necesario brillar este día, es necesario caminar este día. Lleva tus heridas como corona, no mañana, sino este día. Ante tu atronadora resolución, se desvanecerán las nubes todas. Donde los labios no hablan, los ojos sí. Donde los ojos no hablan, la columna sí. Y donde la columna habla, no importa la ley, expira la represión allí. La poesía, mi nacionalidad, las palabras, mis hermanos. Para el mundo soy monzón, porque por dentro soy desierto.”

“Soneto 1984 Las identificaciones gubernamentales son básicamente monitores de tobillo, emitidos para rastrear a los ciudadanos como perros, o debería decir, monos. Puede haber gobiernos sin constitución, pero no hay gobierno sin vigilancia. Cuando eliges a un supuesto representante, estás entregando oficialmente tu independencia. La violación de los derechos ciudadanos es un derecho del gobierno, es la regla tácita del manual de la democracia. Es posible que muy de vez en cuando tengas un gobierno benévolo, pero 9 de cada 10 veces acabarás bajo una autocracia. Un ciudadano librepensador es una contradicción en sus términos, y no sirve para el gran diseño de la dictadura democrática. En los libros, la democracia es, para el gente, por el gente - en la calle, la democracia es el gobierno de los monos en una tierra de ovejas.”

“Terrorists and Thieves (Sonnet) Terrorists who manifested their destiny on stolen land, are banning immigrants! Thieves who built their AI empire, not on public domain data, but on stolen copyrighted material, are upset with other thieves stealing from them! More than the inhumanity it is the hypocrisy that is so astounding. I say astounding, but not really, it's just pathetic and disappointing. It's happening all over again, colonizers are spreading their tentacles, all the while being idolized as icons, instead of being held accountable for their ritualistic human rights violations. Parasites live off the labor of humans, and monkeys worship them as kings. This is neither innovation nor civilization, this is the jungle kingdom rebooting.”

“New Civil War Has Begun, Sonnet (Letter to Bigots) One by one every nation is regressing back to the cavemen days. Persecution is becoming national norm, that too, by means of democratic ways. What's the point of having a democracy, if in the end, you elect bigoted autocrats! Which only points to an uncomfortable truth, world population is still dominated by bigots. Whole world is headed back to the dark ages, unlike last time, this time it's people's will. Bigots pretend human, but bigots elect bigots - once an ape, always an ape, thus blooms a jungle. You cannot expect me to respect your opinion, when your opinion is founded in discrimination. Intolerance is not a difference in opinion, any more than hate crime is a right to freedom. You can have your little victories, for I know, it's difficult to outgrow your jungle basement. But this I promise you, I'll ignite your children into a sanctifying thunder of emancipation.”

“If Only (Sonnet 1983) If I were a fascist, I'd press that button, and wipe the colonizers off the planet for good. If I were a fascist, I'd press that button, and let millions of innocents burn for a greater global good. If I were a fascist, I'd press that button, sanctified of filth we would start anew. If only I were a fascist like you - if only!”

“El lugar más seguro para un libro es el estante, pero ese no es su lugar ni su propósito. Se supone que un libro debe tener las páginas arrugadas, la tapa rasgada y el lomo roto, pero aún sin corrupción - así es como se sabe que es un libro bien leído, y lo mismo se aplica a una vida bien vivida.”

“The Good Conqueror (Sonnet) Born in the land of multiculturalism, I grew up speaking three languages, mother tongue, national tongue and English. Then in my late teens I acquired my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim, and later along the years, I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which became my dearest, and my sixth, yet to be perfected, Spanish. That's the only conquest I care about, for language is the highway to culture. Not real estate, gadgets or cash, give me languages, give me cultures. English is my work language, Turkish is my love language. Science is my brain language, Integration, my heart language.”

“Born in the land of multiculturalism, I grew up speaking three languages, mother tongue, national tongue and English. Then in my late teens I acquired my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim, and later along the years, I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which became my dearest, and my sixth, yet to be perfected, Spanish. That's the only conquest I care about, for language is the highway to culture. Not real estate, gadgets or cash, give me languages, give me cultures.”

“Dharmageddon (Untouchable Sonnet) Bunch of dried up prunes bathing in sewage water to gain instant holiness are no good to me. I want the brave and vigorous of heart and brain, those teeming with life, I want the uncowardly. I want the uncompromising, I want the unbending, I want the pure, who've conquered their prejudice. Only the undoctrinated can carry the godly thunder, only the living can bear remedy to customs of malice. If you're failure as a christian according to the church, you're likely a true christian like Christ. I work the world flooded with living Christs and Buddhas, not dummkopfs obeying the dead and blind. Enough with brainless bowing to holy heap of compost, partake no more of the flea-ridden potion of fanaticism. Abolish all relation with dogma and ritual superstition, sterilized in the pyre of prejudice, Arise Dharmageddon!”

“İnsan nerde (Şiir) Sen nerde, ilham orda. Sen nerde, merhem orda. Sen nerde, sebep orda. Sen nerde, cevap orda. Sen nerde, güneş orda. Sen nerde, nefes orda. Sen nerde, hayal orda. Sen nerde, hayat orda. Bencillik nerde, haksızlık orda. Hissetmek nerde, hakikat orda. Duygular nerde, dünya orda. İnsan nerde, ilacı orda.”

“Nazmahal, Şiir (Bir Aşk Sorusu) Efendim, söyle bana, benim ayna olur musun? Ara sıra ve forever, benim evim olur musun? Hayat artık çok kısa, ellerimi tutar mısın? Aşıklık asla kolay değil, yine de izin verir misin? Artık hiç umurumda değil, sevgilim olur musun? Efendim, güçlü güzelim, rüyamın gerçeği olur musun? Her pisliğin ötesinde, gurur benim olur musun? Ruhumun rüzgarı gibi, nefesimin naz olur musun?”

“Many Minds, Many Lanes (Sonnet) Poetry is a way of life, and nobody knows the way better than those lost. And when poetry meets science, there is nothing more magically potent than that. Science is a way of sight, and nobody walks it better than the undoctrinated. Religion is a way of light, and nobody lives it better than the undivided. End of rigidity is the beginning of religion, end of division is the beginning of divinity. To acknowledge prejudice is the awakening of reason, which is the bedrock of curiosity. Truth of good is truth of God - there is nothing higher, more divine. To me faith, science, poetry, all same, many lanes to lift our one humankind.”

“Reality is Frequency (EM Sonnet) Light is a matter of frequency, reality is a matter of (EM) waves. I'm talking in a mathematical sense, and not in a mumbo jumbo sort of way. Light, there is always, just not the kind we can see. Just like our eyes register a limited spectrum, mind too is blind to plenty. Our eyes are not equipped to perceive outside certain spectrum, just like our mind is conditioned to see nothing beyond self preservation. With modern gadgets we can see the full EM spectrum, beyond the limits of our senses. Likewise, a well developed character transcends the very barrier of time and space.”