" Cast aside all caution from sleeping creatures, for they know not the meaning of destiny - to them destiny is out of their hands, so they shiver in imagination all their life - they make their own prison of misery and insecurity and die in it every day - but you my friend, you who is a human, you who is alive and not dead, you who is awake with not practicality but responsibility - not with insecurity but with love - are not bound by destiny, for destiny is fantasy invented by the weak - those who are strong and determined make their own reality out of their blood and sweat. "
― Abhijit Naskar , Servitude is Sanctitude