Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "haters-gonna-hate"
What’s the deal with Abhijit Naskar? Naskar responds
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!
“Melanin Maniacs (The Sonnet)
White guy writes a couple of sonnets and plays,
And he is idolized as an olympian deity.
Colored guy smashes the paradigm to ashes,
And it warrants absolute unacceptability.
Apparently, greatness is only greatness,
If it can be credited to a caucasian.
Otherwise they only end up pondering,
What’s the deal with this non-white person!
It’s a sad, sad world we live in,
All the advancement is on the outside.
Inside we are dumber than Donald Duck,
Which has ruined all hope for real insight.
Enough of this obsession with white aphrodisiacs!
It’s time to act as humans, and not melanin maniacs.”
― Corazon Calamidad: Time to take law into our hands
“Melanin Maniacs (The Sonnet)
White guy writes a couple of sonnets and plays,
And he is idolized as an olympian deity.
Colored guy smashes the paradigm to ashes,
And it warrants absolute unacceptability.
Apparently, greatness is only greatness,
If it can be credited to a caucasian.
Otherwise they only end up pondering,
What’s the deal with this non-white person!
It’s a sad, sad world we live in,
All the advancement is on the outside.
Inside we are dumber than Donald Duck,
Which has ruined all hope for real insight.
Enough of this obsession with white aphrodisiacs!
It’s time to act as humans, and not melanin maniacs.”
― Corazon Calamidad: Time to take law into our hands
To Those Who Mean Well (Sonnet From A God) | Vande Vasudhaivam
For every single dreamer of the world who keeps struggling for their dream, despite being ridiculed and patronized by inferior, bronzeage apes every step of the way.
“To Those Who Mean Well
(Sonnet From A God)
Dear vermin of the greedy gutters of earth,
I permit you to live as your whims may dawn.
I just wish, expired cigarette butts wouldn’t
show the moronic audacity to advise the sun.
I don’t hate you for your life of greed and filth,
But the most you are gonna get from me is pity.
Apes who are alien to the concept of accountability,
Are no more significant than a termite community.
With all your googling expertise, how about you
spend some data researching the term “ambition”!
Know your place, my dear armchair intellectuals,
Chimps should speak only when spoken to by a human.
To you who mean well,
your death is the end of your story.
My death is the beginning of a legend.”
“To Those Who Mean Well
(Sonnet From A God)
Dear vermin of the greedy gutters of earth,
I permit you to live as your whims may dawn.
I just wish, expired cigarette butts wouldn’t
show the moronic audacity to advise the sun.
I don’t hate you for your life of greed and filth,
But the most you are gonna get from me is pity.
Apes who are alien to the concept of accountability,
Are no more significant than a termite community.
With all your googling expertise, how about you
spend some data researching the term “ambition”!
Know your place, my dear armchair intellectuals,
Chimps should speak only when spoken to by a human.
To you who mean well,
your death is the end of your story.
My death is the beginning of a legend.”
When Calls The Kainat (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir
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.
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.
“I turn junk into jewel, I reclaim the fakes as fuel.” – Abhijit Naskar on Fake Naskar Memes
“I have no image that can be smeared, for I long lit the self to cinders.”
“There are many fake memes
floating about the internet,
one of them misquotes me saying –
‘spare the toilet, spoil the floor.’
I turn junk into jewel,
I reclaim the fakes as fuel.
Spare the toilet, spoil the floor.
Spare the fascist, spoil the world.”
“There are many fake memes
floating about the internet,
one of them misquotes me saying –
‘spare the toilet, spoil the floor.’
I turn junk into jewel,
I reclaim the fakes as fuel.
Spare the toilet, spoil the floor.
Spare the fascist, spoil the world.”
