Dawn of Awakening

At the bay of the sea
I saw a Pearl inside the cluster
Free yet so secured

Waving my bare hands
inside the water full of ripples
I was living the moment of
utter quiescence.

Then,

I wondered,

It’s been months since I even tried to write up an actual blog about something. Something so vulnerable that is in my mind from quite a time now.
I’ve had some rant left in me about current affairs and stuff that even resembles hope for our future. All that constant constipated stuff that covers up that whole breaking news hour.

Sometimes, I wonder, why they chose us. Us over any other species. A species which is been gifted with such Intellect. A species which can communicate and Understand.
We’re so close to achieving greatness yet so far. We all have big dreams for ourselves. We all, won’t let a single eye bat our own; Our family. Have we finally reached the point where
Only the blood-related is considered as Family. Is there any trace of Humanity left on this Planet.

Sometimes, I wish i could track back our footprints and start from the scratch. But maybe i was too late. Introduced too late, for such delicate situation.
I’m no saint. I’m inseparable. Exposed at times where i don’t need to be. Perhaps the time is what, I don’t have or is it the Patience? Which I never cared to keep.
So what went wrong? It’s been approximately 14 billion years since the Big Bang. Even After accomplishing things and technology that were never predicted, We stand aside from the sole intention we were meant to live for. Is it something that has to do with our insecurities? Is it the influence of the greed to get more; expect more? Are we really doing this?

Sometimes, I get panicked. Not because I’m supposed to be but maybe, i was meant to be. I panic when the situation is out of my bounds. I fear when the wrongdoing has all the
stronghold. I dismay when something happens even when i never intended for it. Similarly, this time, we’re living in, is no illusion of terror, It actually is the apocalypse
which we never hoped to see. And maybe, we’re too late to stop it. Maybe, we’re the only reason it occurred in the first place. Maybe, we were too busy running after the things which can be priced. Concentrated on filling our lust and longing, while our only hope; our only planet, Panicked.

Sometimes, I hope for a change. Not a change that could revolutionalize the world. Not a change that would jeopardize our position either but a change in the thought process. Change in the opinion of every individual on a scale where there is some hope left for Unity. Where we all could deal with our deeds. Kneel down to our Sins. Where at least there’s some pitch left for our future to cope up. Where we could actually build something so concrete that it can be shattered by nothing.

I never asked to be special. I never asked for anything fancy. I never asked for this discreet pain. I never asked for this broken Peace. I never asked for the silent Wars and Politics.
I never asked for a day where i wake up in the morning, and everything is either dead or lost. I never hoped to see that day. And maybe, i shall never be.
The only thing i ever asked for is the Survival of the innocent. Endurance for Humanity.
To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves. – ( By CCC)

Fin.

-Abhishek

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Vague Conviction

From cluster of Mankind
Comes the vulnerabilities
And insecurity of every human entity
Their anxieties and nullification.

Every time I look up in the skies
I see ourselves beneath
Huge opportunities
With the flame in my eyes
I always wish I had no
Humane penetration
Of the things which have
No perseverance.

Running from the responsibilities
Of the knots made up in our minds
I can never offer my complete
Dedication for something
That’s of no existence.

To act or to pretend
Requires no bullshit reason
Sedating from fantasies
Have no explanation.

We are all Humane
Pursuing a dream which
Was never ours.

I hope someday when
We do realize
What’s our purpose for living
We thrive as a wholesome
To achieve the impossible.

Fin.

-Abhishek

A Pep Talk?

Discreet words confuse
hidden phrases ruse
imprudent trickeries
ridiculous mimicries
idiotic comprehension
obvious ironic intention.

we pretend, to sedate
we grow, to inhale
we realized, it’s too late
to indulge
so let’s begin once again.

sarcasm ain’t no language for all
but damn
we couldn’t survive without, at all.

hesitate to justify
only creations to crucify
we linger with our greed
only one thing to believe
free soul & will.

apart from those
social media posts & tweets
there are some streets
where actual humans exists
come out of the peek
so we may speak.

Fin.

-Abhishek

Reality Ruptures #1

Behind every song, there is an untold story.
Well, here I present mine.

This is my world, this is my arena
The TV told me something different I didn’t believe it
I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea
I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
And I know that one day Imma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat ’em
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Haring
You see I study art
The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great cause they paint a lot
I will not be a statistic
Just let me be
No child left behind, that’s the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for work
And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system, what did you expect?
Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
Put those hours in and look at what you get
Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
Ten thousand

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me

Same shit, different day, same struggle
Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel
For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
Banging on table tops, no substitute
I’m feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised
My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth…

Macklemore

These lyrics have been stuck in my mind ever since it I heard them.
I couldn’t resist sharing this masterpiece, at least in my honest opinion.

Fin.

Words of Wisdom – Lift Off

“Education then, beyond all other devices of human origin,
Is a great equalizer of the conditions of men.” – Horace Mann, 1848.
At the time of his remarks, I couldn’t read — couldn’t write.
Any attempt to do so, punishable by death.
For generations, we have known of knowledge’s infinite power.
Yet somehow, we’ve never questioned the keeper of the keys —
The guardians of information.

Unfortunately, I’ve seen more dividing and conquering
In this order of operations — a heinous miscalculation of reality.
For some, the only difference between a classroom and a plantation is time.
How many times must we be made to feel like quotas —
Like tokens in coined phrases? —
“Diversity. Inclusion”
There are days I feel like one, like only —
A lonely blossom in a briar patch of broken promises.
But I’ve always been a thorn in the side of injustice.

Disruptive. Talkative. A distraction.
With a passion that transcends the confines of my consciousness —
Beyond your curriculum, beyond your standards.
I stand here, a manifestation of love and pain,
With veins pumping revolution.
I am the strange fruit that grew too ripe for the poplar tree.
I am a DREAM Act, Dream Deferred incarnate.
I am a movement – an amalgam of memories America would care to forget
My past, alone won’t allow me to sit still.
So my body, like the mind
Cannot be contained.

As educators, rather than raising your voices
Over the rustling of our chains,
Take them off. Un-cuff us.
Unencumbered by the lumbering weight
Of poverty and privilege,
Policy and ignorance.

I was in the 7th grade, when Ms. Parker told me,
“Donovan, we can put your excess energy to good use!”
And she introduced me to the sound of my own voice.
She gave me a stage. A platform.
She told me that our stories are ladders
That make it easier for us to touch the stars.
So climb and grab them.
Keep climbing. Grab them.
Spill your emotions in the big dipper and pour out your soul.
Light up the world with your luminous allure.

To educate requires Galileo-like patience.
Today, when I look my students in the eyes, all I see are constellations.
If you take the time to connect the dots,
You can plot the true shape of their genius —
Shining in their darkest hour.

I look each of my students in the eyes,
And see the same light that aligned Orion’s Belt
And the pyramids of Giza.
I see the same twinkle
That guided Harriet to freedom.
I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief,
Exists an authentic frustration;
An enslavement to your standardized assessments.

At the core, none of us were meant to be common.
We were born to be comets,
Darting across space and time —
Leaving our mark as we crash into everything.
A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here —
An indelible impact that shook up the world.
Are we not astronomers — looking for the next shooting star?
I teach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships —
Tribulations into telescopes,
So a child can see their potential from right where they stand.
An injustice is telling them they are stars
Without acknowledging night that surrounds them.
Injustice is telling them education is the key
While you continue to change the locks.

Education is no equalizer —
Rather, it is the sleep that precedes the American Dream.
So wake up — wake up! Lift your voices
Until you’ve patched every hole in a child’s broken sky.
Wake up every child so they know of their celestial potential.
I’ve been a Black hole in the classroom for far too long;
Absorbing everything, without allowing my light escape.
But those days are done. I belong among the stars.
And so do you. And so do they.
Together, we can inspire galaxies of greatness
For generations to come.
No, sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
Lift off.

– Donovan Livingston  (Ed.M.’16, student speaker at HGSE’s 2016 Convocation exercises.)

This has truly given me vibes that will stay longer than those TED talks i watch every now and then.

Fin.

Influenced – a virtue of ignorance

We all think about our past, don’t we. At least I do. I always have these dreams where I try to undo and redo everything, literally. To be honest,  I’m  not much of a proud person for my past. although doesn’t entirely means that I had a miserable past or anything obnoxious but certainly it was a casual past with lots of ups and downs. I was a bright kid in my high school, with good grades, nice friends, and the Best Parents. But it’s the bad decisions that make me overthink certain things that I probably had been getting over with. (at least now)

There were many occurences when I used to ask  myself, who I really am? Am I being real? Am I still a kid my parents think I am? And more importantly, who do I really want to be?

The truth is, you’re a lot of things to a lot of people – you’re interesting like that. You can be one thing on the web and still be kind of different in reality. You can be someone to look up to, and know what it feels like to get rejected. You can be righteous in your decisions and still slip up and make mistakes more often.

But, with so many versions of yourself, it’s easy to forget the one thing that keeps you real – the undeniable fact that original & genuine first edition of yourself.

The point is when you reach the moment where you have to ask yourself, who am I really? Take a break, & Start again. And always remember, you’re Beyond the Influence.

Only one mantra – Be Real (not as easy as it sounds)

You might have heard this from tons of people for thousands of times, telling you “just be yourself” – but what does that really mean? Knowing who you are and what you believe in is crucial. Recognizing the influences in your life (both good and bad) makes it easier for you to make necessary decisions regarding  who to hang out with and whether or not to try things such as drugs or alcohol.

There is a complicated list of reasons why people try or use drugs. Some people do it to change the way they feel. Sometimes people use drugs to go along with the crowd (getting influenced) or maybe in the fear of not being accepted by others or sometimes to cover up their insecurities. Acknowledge this, former users often say that drugs ended up isolating them from friends and family and made them feel even more alone. Perhaps many even lost whatever they had remaining in their lives. Nobody is actually forced to engage with stuff like this, although condition matters. (like somebody was forced) Being Optimistic here, You can always find a better way to sort things, find a better reason to live. Dedicate your time with the things you’re good at. Believe me, I actually used to think that I’m good for nothing but with time, patience, and persistence you discover more about yourselves.

Instead of going along with what some people are doing, you could spend more of your energy on yourself, your self-belief,  your viewpoints, your principles , and your own way of doing things. You can’t control what another person thinks about you. Isn’t it more worthwhile to work on what you think about yourself, and not try to shape someone else’s impression of you?

Just be yourself and hang with people who encourage you to be who you are, and not who they want you to be.

And don’t be too hard on yourself; you may be your most ruthless critic. Hang out with people who support you and be careful of people who are all about negativity. Never take a route which will only solve your problems temporarily. Be proud of yourself with no regrets. ( No kidding i swear)

May the FORCE be with you.

Fin.
– Abhishek

Hypocrisy is a one way street

Everyone abominates hypocrisy. But, hold on, says a wise man, we’re all hypocrites. It’s part of living.
We all know hypocrisy when we see it. Decide one thing, do another and you’re there. We condemn hypocrites and hypocrisy. Dante, in his Inferno, consigned hypocrites to the eighth circle of hell. And yet, if we’re honest, we can see what a crowded place that would be. Some are either for Self-deception or Cognitive dissonance. But that’s different than saying it’s okay. If we don’t withstand hypocrisy, we’re in a big moral scrumble. This hour On Point: the human capacity for hypocrisy, and just how deep it goes.

I don’t think I’m a hypocrite, not completely, I can’t think of anything I patron for other people that I don’t believe is right or try to follow myself.
I’m not saying I’ve never done wrong things. I have, and I’m ashamed of them. But all those things where I think I should have done better I acknowledge that I was weak and that weakness is understandable and permissible.
You may think that’s a bit of a pathetic get-out, but I’m pretty sure it’s not hypocritical as long as I am similarly unjudgemental about others in similar situations.

So let’s turn to the question of whether, if hypocrisy is in some situations a bad trait, just how bad is it? In some situations is the hypocritical thing to do the right thing to do? In particular, is this often the case politics?
Consider two politicians who both pretend to worry about the predicament of the poor in order to win votes. One of them thinks it would be absurd to do, to pretend the worry about the poor. According to our definition, this politician is a liar and a cad, but he’s not a hypocrite. The other one doesn’t care much about the poor either, but let’s say he thinks he’d be a better person if he did. So he is a hypocrite but I’d prefer him to the first because at least there’s some chance that the feelings he pretends to have will eventually take hold.

Sometimes I can’t really stand the hypocrisy of the people who behave like amateurs out there. People must understand the depth of the situation and balance the social anxiety. It’s discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. I don’t ask for the most mature thing but they must at least try to do the right thing. We’re always pointing our fingers at someone, there are three more pointing back at you. In the literal sense, seek to understand than to be understood. A hypocrite despises those whom he deceives but has no respect for himself. He would make a dupe of himself too if he could.

I firmly believe that one day we’ll get rid of Hypocrisy, but to see that day alive, we have to work out on ourselves. Hate to admit it but its gonna be a very tough road for all of us; The Humans. I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.

May the FORCE be with us!

Fin.

– Abhishek