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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.”

“Sonnet 2000 (My Real Legacy) My real legacy is not the books or the sonnets, but the unbending humanitarians I've set on fire. The literature is just a vessel for the spirit, spirit of a world united, in reason and in care. Ceaseless slurs are daily occurrence, Mindless hate indeed plenty I face. Yet I've kept all vengeance in check, Never have I ever been lost in bitterness. I am the line that I've drawn for myself, Can't tell you how to behave, how not. I stand steady as the human impossible, Rest is up to you, what to take, what not. I don't come from wealth, nor could I amass any, I set out with zero dollars, and no publicity. World integration is my life's first madness - this madness I leave for you, now it's your duty.”

“Sonnets to Write Before I Sleep (The Sonnet) When I finished my first 1000 sonnets, I felt, now I shall take it slow. But now at the finishing of second 1000, I feel, I gotta write thousands more! The first thousand took me four years, the second thousand took me two years, all without an ounce of industry support, I am the sole maker of my literary empire. Sonnets are my vessel of reason, Sonnets are my bearer of justice. Sonnets are my medium of divinity, I'm my sonnets - antidote to malice. Proof of poetry is in the spirit, Proof of justice is among the just. Worlds to unite before I sleep, Proof of life is in standing guard.”

“They ask me, why aren't you still properly known in the mainstream! Well, the Himalayas have been standing for 40 million years, yet it's only in the last century that humans first climbed Everest. They are oblivious of me, because once you get addicted to the transcendental terrains of the Himalayas, all your superficial little molehills will crumble to dust.”

“When Calls The Kainat (Sonnet) No matter how many years go by, how many decades, how many centuries, there'll always be some people who'd call me a fraud - don't be upset, don't hold a grudge - nothing good ever comes out of bearing grudge, just let them be - let them be and let them go, because I forgive them. Let them hate their head off, seeds of heart are already planted. Apes throw tantrum when they are insecure, pursuit of delusion soothes the vegetated. When calls the Kainat*, chatter of monkeys turn faint echoes from the past. *Cosmos chimes in my chambers of heart - veritas est pons, pons est veritas.”

“Naskar not Nascar (The Sonnet) Naskar is an alter ego, Naskar is a calling, a madness bigger than sanity, not chained to one being. Even Abi is no match for Naskar, Abi will perish, not Naskar. Naskar is a chemical catastrophe, priming humans as kind thunder. Naskar is factory of humanitarians, imbued with wonders against malice. Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain, uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice. Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey, voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity. Surpassing constraints of archaic bigotry, Naskar is Manifest Humanity.”

“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.”

“My Cosmic Soldiers (The Sonnet) Bloodline is of no consequence, We gotta pass on galvanizing ideas. I may quite easily die without heir, World is in care of my cosmic soldiers. My life is the best book I've written, Rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage. Embark as explorer transcending words, Service to the world is truest of homage. You may know me from the gifs, You may know me from my sonnets. Mere knowing counts for nothing, Sail the sea forgetting safety nets. My soldiers are my gift to cosmos, archaic narrowness is no match for them. I got martyred in the making of a life, to shine as beacon for generations to come.”

“No matter how many years go by, how many decades, how many centuries, there'll always be some people who'd call me a fraud - don't be upset, don't hold a grudge - nothing good ever comes out of bearing grudge, just let them be - let them be and let them go, because I forgive them.”

“The book covers are a crucial part of my work - personally speaking. Particularly because, I cannot write a single word of a book unless I feel the entire book in the cover. That's why, once the title of a book sends thunder down my spine, and the cover image flashes before my eyes, I immediately get cracking with the cover. And once I have the title and the cover image, words and ideas just keep pouring. In the early days I used to make my own covers, because I could not afford to hire professional help. Today I still make my own covers, because no designer can bring out the distinct feel of Naskarean ideas through the covers better, than Naskar himself - just like no literary editor has the capacity to edit a Naskarean manuscript, except for Naskar himself. You don't edit the Everest, you edit yourself to be able to climb the Everest. If editing is required, it can only be conducted by the Everest himself. Mark you, this doesn't mean you must gobble my ideas word for word - rather it means that, Naskarean ideas are presented to the world exactly as they pour out of my mind, undiluted and unaltered - after that, what you accept, what you don't - how you accept, how you don't, is up to you.”

“Names Behind Naskar (Sonnet) The world often wonders about my influences, in doing so it often cooks up fake inspiration. So I write this little sonnet memoir, so you're aware of the crucial names in my ascension. There is no Naskar the neuroscientist, without, firstly Persinger, then Ramachandran; there is no Naskar the poet, without Mevlana. And among all your historic philosophers, only appealed to me Tolstoy and Aquinas. Then there are Ramanujan and Tesla, with whom I've identified deeply. And finally, to speak of my origin, there is no Naskar the mission, without Gadadhar Chatterjee. These are my most cherished beings, names that are never out of my mind. None of them were flawless, none my god, but they live rent free as part of my light.”

“While I was starting out I had no idea on how the world of writing and publishing worked. I had no mentor, no guide, no support of any kind whatsoever. I had to learn everything on my own, through trial and error. And the most important point here to note is that, at that point I was completely unaware of my own gift - I had no inkling. Naturally, in those early days I often borrowed ideas from other scientists and philosophers. However, quite unexpectedly, once my true voice and tone started to awaken, I slowly started cutting ties with all external authority, except, of course, for occasional requirements of specific empirical data. Heck, this self-made and self-sustained legend was so damn proud of his inexhaustible vastness, that he wouldn't even quote his own old works in new ones, let alone others! Every new work must be unapologetically new - or I'd rather not publish at all. That's what conscience does to you - it takes away the slightest inclination of compromise, and turns you into an incorruptible beacon of pure conviction.”

“Across the globe I am often referred to as "the Indian neuroscientist" or "the Indian Author", despite the fact that my work is practically nonexistent in India, statistically speaking. Considering that, 90% of my book sales come from US, UK and Canada, the rest 10% from Europe, Mexico, South America and Australia, and zero from India - for transparency and context purposes I'll tell to you one more time - Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Scientist - Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Poet - Abhijit Naskar is an Earth Philosopher. However, it's never about the sales, it's about the love. I only mention the demographics to put things in perspective. For example, there are many countries where people cannot afford to buy my books, since they are expensively exported from US and Europe, and yet, I receive far more love from these countries than the land I was born in. Philippines and Pakistan to name a few. As a matter of fact, hate wise speaking, Philippines is the only country so far, where I have not faced any hate and bigotry - which only goes to prove that, state of a currency does not reflect the broadness of heart. That's why, a substantial portion of my work is available freely on the internet. The point is - I am no more Indian, than I am a Yank or Canadian or Mexican or Turk or Swede or Pinoy or British or Brazilian or Egyptian or Aussie. Passport is just a glorified bus pass - nothing more. So, I repeat - I am an Earth Scientist - remember that. Nationalization of Naskar is desecration of Naskar.”

“Colonizer of A Different Kind (The Sonnet) Only the shape of colonialism has changed, not the nature. Tendencies are just as filthy, rightful heir to animal disaster. I too am a colonizer, but of a different kind. I colonize no home by force, with words I colonize minds. Humanitarianism is civilized colonialism - simpler still, humanitarianism is civilization. That's the contagion my literature carries, through my proses and sonnetic revelation. First thousand were an accident, Second thousand, a promise. Answer to traditional animosity, Antidote to doting prejudice.”

“Bigots have a name for me - Abhishit Nutscar. Which is actually quite flattering to me, because in sanskrit "abhi" means fearless. So all I hear is, "wounded nutter with some fearless shit". Love you, kids! Get well, soon!”

“I Am The Naskar (Sonnet 2100) I am the Naskar, and I bridge people. Unlike religious salesmen, I don't offer you a promised land - because there is nothing to promise, that land of love and life already exists - it exists in your neurons - all you need to do is, bring down the walls that keep you foreign, all you need to do is, denounce the pills that keep you alien in your own home. And when I've drawn all my mortal breaths, I'll take leave with one final declaration - let there be gods - not one, not three, but billions upon billions - let each human be a god unto themselves - without fear, without prejudice - without superstition, without cynicism - let each mind rise triumphant over malice.”

“Naskar not Nascar (The Sonnet) Naskar is an alter ego, Naskar is a calling, a madness bigger than sanity, not chained to one being. Even Abi is no match for Naskar, Abi will perish, not Naskar. Naskar is a chemical catastrophe, priming humans as kind thunder. Naskar is factory of humanitarians, imbued with wonders against malice. Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain, uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice. Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey, voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity. Surpassing constraints of bigotry, Naskar is Manifest Humanity.”