Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "motivation"

Vegetables are defined,
By the comfort they crave,
Humans are defined,
By the obstacles they brave.
Absence of obstacles,
Is not a sign of achievement.
Absence of obstacles,
Indicates a lack of movement.
Even the mountains bow,
But not for self-absorbed snobs.
Oceans part making way,
Only for those not afraid of storms.
Awake, arise o soldier of valiance and valor.
Sleep not, slacken not, the world is in your care.

Be humble to the lowly,
And gentle to weak.
Be a dinosaur to the phony,
And a stone wall to the critic.
It is a mad, mad world,
Where the naïve is up for abuse.
Be naïve and simple on the inside,
But learn when it’s time to act a douche.
Some bullies only understand strength,
If needed keep your strength at hand.
A few firm roars of your conviction,
Will make the oppressors wet their pants.
But be very cautious while using your strength,
Reckless power turns even a saint into tyrant.

Raise your power in silence,
Become a dynamite of resilience.
Head high and chest emboldened,
March on with uncorrupt conscience.
Be the heart that loves and lifts,
Be the hand that shares might.
Feel the talk and talk the feel,
Be the mirror of sight beyond sight.
Be the first when no one comes,
Be the last when all are gone.
Be the one who sits not still,
Be the rays of a dutiful dawn.
You are the order you seek outside.
To be human is to put coldness aside.

In the beginning even I was,
Bedazzled by the concept of truth.
It took me some time to,
Step across the lure of truth.
That is when I realized that,
Every brain creates its own truth.
So we’d never achieve harmony,
With the heartless pursuit of truth.
Understanding the definition of truth,
May differ from person to person.
But the virtues of basic goodness,
Need no divisive interpretation.
Always place love first, truth second.
Humanity first, intelligence second!

When brain stops,
When heart stops,
What is left of you?

When eyes fail,
When memory fails,
What is left of you?

When your last molecule
has merged with nature,
What is left of you?

That’s what you’ve really achieved –
Testament to the fact that,
there ever was a you.

Narcissism has a time and place, cold detachment has a time and place. Problem is, we’ve made a world out of narcissism and detachment, while hypocritically diagnosing them as clinical on one hand, and sugarcoating them as self-care or stoicism on the other. In reality, it’s all nonsense. When people are upset at you, with no fault of your own, or when they come to take away your dream, that’s when you gotta let detachment kick on. Likewise, when shallow nitwits commit harm in front of your eyes, that’s when you gotta exercise your narcissism, and treat them like a parent would treat their child when they’ve done something wrong. Even the ugliest of animal faculty can be used for good, when wielded with conscience. It’s about using the whole of your mind, rather than giving in to all the prehistoric intellectual dualities of narcissism and altruism, or attachment and detachment. When people are helpless, to them be a christ – but when they behave heartless instead, be the light to their lies.

Burn my friend, burn,
Burn so bright that
the sun gets fried!
Shine my friend, shine,
Shine so bright that
Rudolf goes blind!

Smile my friend, smile,
Smile so pure that
flowers shy away.
Love my friend, love,
Love so drunk that
Rumi himself lays the way.

Fly my friend, fly,
Fly so fearless that
Tagore himself honors you.
Live my friend, live,
Live so unchained that
time makes gospel of you.

Eon upon eon I seek for a refuge,
Land upon land I receive but coldness.
Last I stand at your door exhausted,
Spare some warmth, for my heart freezes!

Stateless, cultless, I walk the planet.
Restless, sleepless, I live a dream.
Friendless, loveless, I brave the mission.
The being is dissolved for the beacon to beam.

Wield, I do, my conscience as compass.
Wear, I do, my backbone as battery.
Bouts of tragedy only amplifies my thunder,
Nature’s bare mockery makes miracle of me.

Borders are for hoarders, my home is the world.
Better a refugee to the sea than prisoner of the pond.

Youth are the cure
for all dividing insanity.
You are the antidote
to all bewitching animosity.

Don’t confuse youth as a measure
of agist conventionality.
Youth is but a sanctifying dawn,
out of the dusk of rigidity.

Youth is the spirit of play
with the forces of ominosity.
Youth is the conquest of death
into the daring pastures of duty.

Youth are absolution to habits of death.
Youth are walking illumination manifest.

Hope is rather important to me, so much so,
I even named a title Esperanza Impossible.
But my hope is not that of wishful inaction,
my hope is a furnace of valiance untamable.

It’s more important to be the hope and help,
than have the hope that help is on the way.
No one is too helpless to lift themselves,
all you need is a purpose to define your way.

If this son of a factory worker could conquer
the world with brain, heart and empty pocket,
why do you succumb to fictitious despair,
the greatest hopes are always hopeless!

Rise, revolt and be the hope,
take no defeat as your destiny.
Till your world bathes in your light,
be the hopeless warrior of incorruptibility.