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Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Diversity, Fundamentalism, Multiculturalism

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“Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet) When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen. Every time I got my heart broken, it benefitted my mission. First time someone broke my heart, I dropped out of engineering and emerged as the Monk Scientist. Second time when I lost my love, Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.”

“She grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“Why did my publishing output skyrocket around 2019? Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why. When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn’t write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That’s about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“How to Tell A Human (Naskar Test) How to tell a human from ape, when both look the same? Look for the creature that considers everyone outside their religion a heathen, and everyone outside their culture a heretic - that's a textbook ape. Now look for the being that finds the same human spirit in every culture, religion and nation - that right there, is a rare human specimen. How to tell a human from robot, when both look the same? Look for the contraption that considers everything outside logic, without value - that's a lifeless robot. Look for the soul that knows when to, and when not to, apply logic in life and society - that's a living human.”

“I'm flattered to belong to a race, that causes heartburn to the heartless. I'm flattered to belong to a religion, that causes brain-damage to the brainless. A race rooted in rights not ritual, I belong to the Race called Human. A faith centered on people not doctrine, I belong to the Order of Integration.”

“Prototype Human (Sonnet 2249) The pen is my paradise, the pen is my grave. Everybody has all the answers, I seem to have only questions. Good thing, I don't know how to write, methods are obstacle to my madness. I'm vast enough to contain the world, asylum pills don't work on pilgrim brains. My pen never runs out of ink, because the pen is an extension of my anatomy. Madness is the first sign of sanity, oneness is the seed of infinity. Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle, prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom. Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin - I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.”

“Letter from The Mountaintop (Sonnet 2252) Cosmos is colored, all color is kin. Scarlight makes the mind, sunlight makes the skin. Life is nonbinary, existence is nonbiblical. When 'sacred' is anagram for 'scared', to sin is our Earth Gospel. Churchill and Columbus belong in the jungle, loudmouth karens belong in mental institution. Those who've been to the mountaintop, grow too human for the dunghills of dogma. Here at the mountaintop, we're just humans - no black, no white, no believer, nonbeliever - here at the mountaintop, we're each other's keeper.”

“The average colored person is ten times smarter, wiser, braver, and stronger, than most white people, not because we are genetically superior, but because, when an entire planet is rigged in favor of white colonials over the black, the brown, the latino, arab, indian, chinese, turk, and what not, we have to be exceptional to survive.”

“Most of the world's geniuses are non-whites, not because it's genetic, but because, like white people inherit blonde hair and blue eyes, or daddy's emeralds, we inherit generational persecution, and any brain forced to endure persecution as daily chore, becomes a powerhouse of apparently supernatural mental faculties.”