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“I hate the indifferent. I believe that living means taking sides. Those who really live cannot help being a citizen and a partisan. Indifference and apathy are parasitism, perversion, not life. That is why I hate the indifferent.

The indifference is the deadweight of history. The indifference operates with great power on history. The indifference operates passively, but it operates. It is fate, that which cannot be counted on. It twists programs and ruins the best-conceived plans. It is the raw material that ruins intelligence. That what happens, the evil that weighs upon all, happens because the human mass abdicates to their will; allows laws to be promulgated that only the revolt could nullify, and leaves men that only a mutiny will be able to overthrow to achieve the power. The mass ignores because it is careless and then it seems like it is the product of fate that runs over everything and everyone: the one who consents as well as the one who dissents; the one who knew as well as the one who didn’t know; the active as well as the indifferent. Some whimper piously, others curse obscenely, but nobody, or very few ask themselves: If I had tried to impose my will, would this have happened?

I also hate the indifferent because of that: because their whimpering of eternally innocent ones annoys me. I make each one liable: how they have tackled with the task that life has given and gives them every day, what have they done, and especially, what they have not done. And I feel I have the right to be inexorable and not squander my compassion, of not sharing my tears with them.

I am a partisan, I am alive, I feel the pulse of the activity of the future city that those on my side are building is alive in their conscience. And in it, the social chain does not rest on a few; nothing of what happens in it is a matter of luck, nor the product of fate, but the intelligent work of the citizens. Nobody in it is looking from the window of the sacrifice and the drain of a few. Alive, I am a partisan. That is why I hate the ones that don’t take sides, I hate the indifferent.” 
― Antonio Gramsci

Sikhs are the finest soldiers in the world because they have the best combination of mental and physical endurance .

—General Atiqu-ur Rehman. Pakistani army (via mcmlxxx-viii)

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fontduliberation:

"Why should some people walk barefoot, so that others can travel in luxurious cars? Why should some live for thirty-five years, so that others can live for seventy years? Why should some be miserably poor, so that others can be hugely rich? I speak on behalf of the children in the world who do not have a piece of bread. I speak on the behalf of the sick who have no medicine, of those whose rights to life and human dignity have been denied."

— Fidel Castro’s message to the UN General Assembly, 1979

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sachasahib:

wootzbrand:

Fiction is written with reality and reality is written with fiction. We can write fiction because there is reality and we can write reality because there is fiction; everything we consider today to be myth and legend, our ancestors believed to be history and everything in our history includes myths and legends. Before the splendid modern-day mind was formed our cultures and civilizations were conceived in the wombs of, and born of, what we identify today as “fiction, unreality, myth, legend, fantasy, folklore, imaginations, fabrications and tall tales.” And in our suddenly realized glory of all our modern-day “advancements” we somehow fail to ask ourselves the question “Who designated myths and legends as unreality? ” But I ask myself this question because who decided that he was spectacular enough to stand up and say to our ancestors “You were all stupid and disillusioned and imagining things” and then why did we all decide to believe this person? There are many realities not just one. There is a truth that goes far beyond what we are told today to believe in. And we find that truth when we are brave enough to break away from what keeps everybody else feeling comfortable. Your reality is what you believe in. And nobody should be able to tell you to believe otherwise.  Know Thy Wootz

ye hamarai peer <3

sachasahib:

wootzbrand:

Fiction is written with reality and reality is written with fiction. We can write fiction because there is reality and we can write reality because there is fiction; everything we consider today to be myth and legend, our ancestors believed to be history and everything in our history includes myths and legends. Before the splendid modern-day mind was formed our cultures and civilizations were conceived in the wombs of, and born of, what we identify today as “fiction, unreality, myth, legend, fantasy, folklore, imaginations, fabrications and tall tales.” And in our suddenly realized glory of all our modern-day “advancements” we somehow fail to ask ourselves the question “Who designated myths and legends as unreality? ” But I ask myself this question because who decided that he was spectacular enough to stand up and say to our ancestors “You were all stupid and disillusioned and imagining things” and then why did we all decide to believe this person? There are many realities not just one. There is a truth that goes far beyond what we are told today to believe in. And we find that truth when we are brave enough to break away from what keeps everybody else feeling comfortable. Your reality is what you believe in. And nobody should be able to tell you to believe otherwise.
Know Thy Wootz

ye hamarai peer <3

vintclass:

sachasahib:

On July 19th 1982, along with Bhai Thara Singh Ji, Shaheed Bhai Amrikl Singh Ji had been arrested by the police after they had gone to court to release 3 Singhs who were also arrested two days before at Chowk Metha.
This is probably my favourite picture of Shaheed Bhai Amrik Singh ji. The amount of beauty and prem that reflects of their face is bewildering.
jis kae sir oopar thoon suaamee so dhukh kaisaa paavai |
When You stand over our heads, O Lord and Master, how can we suffer in pain?

Oh waheguru, your Singhs are your finest creation!

vintclass:

sachasahib:

On July 19th 1982, along with Bhai Thara Singh Ji, Shaheed Bhai Amrikl Singh Ji had been arrested by the police after they had gone to court to release 3 Singhs who were also arrested two days before at Chowk Metha.

This is probably my favourite picture of Shaheed Bhai Amrik Singh ji. The amount of beauty and prem that reflects of their face is bewildering.

jis kae sir oopar thoon suaamee so dhukh kaisaa paavai |

When You stand over our heads, O Lord and Master, how can we suffer in pain?

Oh waheguru, your Singhs are your finest creation!

magnetklaue:

magicalbeautifulkibi:

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kuneria:

Bob Ross used to be a drill sergeant but quit because he hated having to shout at people. 

I will never not reblog this because whenever I feel bad and really sad I just watch some episodes of “Joy of Painting” and suddenly everything seems a little better :)

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