the request for love (microfiction)

23.11.2025

S: You know, one that loves love asked me yesterday to speak on love.

A: A new listener?

S: Yes. But what would this one have me speak on? The eyes of desire? The caress of the lips? The words of intoxication? The highs, like a drug?

A: Presumably.

S: We come from the warrior culture. Our love is war.

A: Love is not war. Life is not a war.

S: Love is war and life is war. This is the warrior culture. Do you know what Tiger’s love is? The Mother has asked her son to protect her honour. He has promised. She wants a warrior, not a boy.

A: And what about the desire of the ones that would be with you?

S: For two years, I wrote the words of love to one. Every night. I put my heart on a plate. Who knows what these ones desire? I adorned the rose of love and posted it in a love letter. It is not that.

A: Tell me what your love is. Forget that one.

S: In the film ‘Hum’, Tiger frantically searches for his daughter in law and his granddaughter. The Mother. He shows a photo of the daughter in law. The guy he asks makes a lewd remark about her, The Mother. Tiger asks him to respect the fact that she is his daughter. For respect. The man will not give respect. He persists in his grossness. In this part of the movie, Tiger has taken on the identity of an average man for his orphaned step brothers he has had to raise at the request of his dying step mother. No one knows he is Tiger. But you cannot hide the fact that you are Tiger. Tiger takes off his glasses. He shakes his hair like a Tiger. The Tiger’s mane. And then he strikes. No one can believe it. They have to pull him off. He is rage. That is Tiger’s love. And I am Tiger. Our love is war. What happened in the movie has happened in real life. Tiger has shown his real identity. Tiger has shown his love. Tiger’s love is ferocious.

the lonely (microfiction)

22.11.2025

S: What a horrible thing loneliness is.

A: The occasion for thinking so? You are not that lonely nowadays are you?

S: I have been lonely. Perhaps few have been as lonely as I have been.

A: It is not a competition.

S: But today, it is not me that is lonely, thankfully. I am looking at lonely people destroying their lives around me through loneliness.

A: And what do you feel?

S: I understand them. I feel pity for them. It is a disease. What is bad about loneliness is that even if you try to escape loneliness, the feeling of loneliness will destroy even the attempt to escape it. Because the lonely do things that only the lonely can do. And that others don’t understand. Bizarre and insane things.

A: How did you escape loneliness?

S: I tried everything. I was also bizarre. Then, one day, the loneliness was over. But let me tell you, in our nightmares we are lonely. It is a terrible thing because the nightmare becomes life. And it is made worse by this Western society. Because in the past, you would have the whole family to support you. They have made their people live by themselves. And then, only one person, one special person is allowed to take away their loneliness. The lonely are risking all their redemption on one person. Who may not even be trustworthy. That is why so many are so lonely. They have created this colossal disease, this atomisation in society. This terrible burden of loneliness which you relieve onto the shoulders of just one person. And then, everyone around you, they keep so busy from you and so separate that they can never relieve your loneliness.

A: You would have them live like you, in the Indian family?

S: What is called Western Independence costs you heavily. Read the ‘Divergent’ series. The heroine never recovers from the separation with her parents, her independence and choice. The Indian way is how we have been living for thousands of years. It is the natural way. It is how we have escaped loneliness through the ages.

A: Keep your good wishes to the lonely.

S: They are not bad people. They do not deserve the judgement. They are just lonely and as I have said, it is a disease. I understand and I will not judge them. Instead, I will hope that their loneliness is over. That they can escape this loneliness.

what a warrior wants

22.11.2025

A: What do want right now?

S: War.

A: You do not want war. War is devastation and suffering.

S: What is this that we have now? We live in a world of injustice, selfishness and greed. Oppression.

A: Violence is not a solution.

S: Only an imbecile would say so. The government has the monopoly on violence therefore they can coerce and rape us all.

A: Do you believe these things you say?

S: Yes, I believe.

A: This war that you would have? What? Who?

S: Against this fascist and xenophobic government. Against the elites.

A: Not a war then. A Revolution.

S: Call it what you want. I would have a head on a plate.

A: Democracy goes out of the window?

S: What democracy? I don’t accept the rule of the rich, the unjust and the racist above me. They are my enemies. I hate them. The sheep that are lied to and led? Fuck them. They have insulted my Mother.

A: There will be no war.

S: I have told you many times. All it takes is one spark. Then there will be the fire.

A: You would burn down the whole world?

S: Yes. The fire is purity. It is sacred.

A: It is good then that no follow.

S: In a Revolution, there has to be The Tiger. And there has to be the war. The Tiger is here. And, when even these slaves to the state have had enough of their bootlicking bondage, then there will be the call of war, the nectar to our ears. And then? The absolute rage that chokes my body will dance through space. Mother Kali who I clasp to me will be free.

the impermeability and resilience of hate (microfiction)

21.11.2025

S: A lot of people think that racism is natural.

A: Why?

S: Because they have cultivated it to be so strong here. One of the most xenophobic and racist countries in the entire world.

A: Why remark upon it? They are racist but you are not allowed to say that they are. They don’t want to admit it to themselves. They are under the delusion that they are good people. They have made the country into an embarrassment.

S: The reason I bring it up is to ask you the question. Have you ever pondered upon the impermeability and resilience of hate?

A: What do you mean?

S: These haters can be around people of difference the whole day at work and so on. In different social settings, wherever. They have been around us for hundreds of years. And yet, they still hate us. We are not included in their social networks. Their deepest relationships are like for like.

A: So from that you draw the conclusion that hate is impermeable and resilient?

S: It is not, of course, everyone. There are exceptions. My closest friends are across cultures. But, speaking in general terms, all it takes is a human dung heap like Farage or Trump for them to flare up with their hate crimes. And recruit their little chickenshit scumbags to stoke the flames and rouse up these imbeciles in this society against us.

A: What is the point of pointing it out? It is not going to change anything.

S: To say the truth is an act of resistance in itself. I don’t accept the bullshit lip service narrative that they are trying to project, that racism has been cured, that there is no work to be done, that everyone is living in a rosy tinted reality holding hands. They are wrong. They are atrocious. Their society is atrocious. It is worse now with racism than when I was a kid, when the skinheads were around.

A: You want to say the truth and they want to cancel you. What is this game? Why is it worth playing?

S: One day, they will look back at this period in history and they will say that it was The Tiger that was right. It is right to be militant against their racism. It is right to criticise them. It is right to fight them. It is right to keep on saying that it does not matter what colour someone is, what culture they are from, that everyone is worthy of love and that we are all human beings.

A: But you don’t see these racists as human beings. All you do is swear at them.

S: When you become a monster, then in the story, there will be someone to kill the monster. The hero. In this story, it is The Tiger.

those that break hearts (microfiction)

21.11.2025

S: There is this Hindi film. I forget the entire story, but there is a break up between two couples. Because they are cheating with their friend’s partner. And then the ones that have been rejected, that have been cheated on, they form a couple of their own.

A: You and your films. Why remember this story?

S: When you are rejected, you feel pain. It is like a hammer at your brain. It chisels away at you. You feel sick. You are sick. It is a struggle to get through things. All your dreams come crashing down all around you. You do not want to live any more. You don’t want to live without them. That is what they had to go through.

A: And? It happens. It is life.

S: It is life. You can’t trust anyone. Because most are not capable of love.

A: It is a bit of a jump to say that you can’t trust anyone.

S: Every time, we say that. And then, after we trust them, they hurt us.

A: Forget the past. You just haven’t met a good person. Why this Indian film?

S: Because there are those that break hearts. Because, when they have been rejected and cheated on, this couple that tries to find solace in each other, they say that we will show them that we can live as well.

A: You want to show those that broke your heart that you can live as well?

S: You know, I had this daydream. That I would parade my partner in front of them, that I would show them. They were wrong. They are wrong. But it does not matter. They are living their lives and I am living my life. I do not talk to them. I do not interact with them. I am not going to talk to them. And I am not going to interact with them. They have shown me their real self. Whatever anyone thinks about them, I know how they treated me.

A: Everyone tells you that you are wrong to separate yourself from people like this.

S: It is all or nothing. Those that break your heart, they ask you to kill your love for them. They asked me to do something that was impossible and I had to do it. It is best to keep away from them. What will come of it otherwise? There is nothing. And I do not want nothing in my life. I want to live. And living means love.

medicine in the body (microfiction)

20.11.2025

‘You are looking considerably better’, remarked Alfonso, surveying me up and down. He was looking particularly dashing today too.

‘Was there any issue before?’ I asked him, raising my eyebrow archly.

‘You would not like the answer’, he grinned at me. ‘What is it do you think that is doing it for you?’

‘Having someone to hold.’

Alfonso smiled. ‘So, at last! But how is the holding doing so much?’

‘Before, I was wandering about this world, as lonely as a cloud on high. There was no love that was being offered to me. In fact, I was given refusal, disdain and rejection. Over and over again. Now, love is being offered to me and being taken from me in this hold.’

‘You think that love cures?’ asked Alfonso. ‘I heard that it is a sickness of itself.’

‘Holding someone is connection. What else do we search for in this life? We have it before we are born. We are in our mothers. After we are born, we stay close to our mother, skin upon skin. Looking into her eyes the whole time. Connection is our beginning and it is what forms our minds. That is why holding someone is medicine. Their body is medicine. The medicine of connection.’

‘Says the one that is healed.’

‘Jesus healed by laying his hands on others. Not by magic. But by touch.’

‘How does it feel, this healing?’

‘The ego is boosted. There is someone for me, someone that cares for me, someone that loves me, someone that holds me in this moment. There is someone against my skin that protects me from this cold and hard world. I feel secure, supported, greater than myself. I feel that now I am a true part of the human race.’

‘Someone to hold. A simple cure.’

‘The cure is simple. But to get someone to hold? It is not simple. It is fiendishly complicated. But we will not go into that. There are those that object to the truth because it is not in their interest and does not serve their agenda. And we live in the cancel culture. Instead, I will enjoy the cure.’

Madame Defarge’s Revenge

20.11.2025

S: Do you know the difference between an Indian story and the stories of here?

A: Which difference? There are many.

S: The story of revenge. In India, we must have our revenge. A life dedicated to revenge is a good life. Here, revenge is not permissible in thought.

A: What about Boudica?

S: She fails. We win.

A: Elaborate.

S: Madame Defarge is totally justified in her revenge. They took the honour of her sister and killed her. She fights for all women against the oppression of the rich and powerful. After all, they subject these women to atrocity and the absolute force of their corrupt power. She dedicates her life to justice and revenge. But yet, the rich and powerful walk away untouched from her wrath. They portray her as unjust when she is the Revolution.

A: Nobody agrees with you.

S: Because I am Indian. Not because I am wrong.

A: What about India?

S: Have you ever heard of Phoolam Devi? They raped this lower caste woman. They dishonoured us. They thought we were nothing. She got herself a gun. A group of soldiers. They chanted Jai Maa Durga, Jai Phoolam Devi! Hail The Mother Queen, the Mother Goddess, Hail Phoolam Devi! They tracked down the rapists. They killed each one. Justice for the people. She was worshipped as a goddess. That is the difference. A real story in real life.

A: You favour a woman’s revenge?

S: You do not know the people that worship The Mother, her children. We are not like the others. We are warriors. We come from the honour society. The Mother asks for her revenge. They have dishonoured her. I am named after my mother’s honour. You know the story.

the drunken gait of love (microfiction)

19.11.2025

S: One in love moves as though drunk.

A: A cliche. They are always saying that love is like being drunk or being high.

S: Sometimes a cliche has some truth to it.

A: Do you believe?

S: That love is like drunkenness? Would you have me elaborate on the drunken gait of love?

A: Go on then.

S: Reason flies out of the window. They might have a thousand faults. Yet you love them. So they say that love is blind. Reason could be seen as sobriety. So sobriety goes out of the window.

A: And then?

S: You need more? Happiness, the happiness that comes when you are drunk. When you forget this miserable world. You drown your sorrows. That is the drunken gait of love too.

A: You are saying that you cannot have happiness without intoxication, either that of drink or love?

S: How else can you be happy?

A: Why else do you say there is this drunken gait of love?

S: If love is a journey, it is conducted as though one were a drunk. You meander here and there. It is impossible to move in a straight line. You go somewhere, you cannot leave that place. You are stuck. What else is it if not a drunken gait?

A: You told me that you disapprove of drink. Do you then disapprove of love?

S: I disapprove of what masquerades as love when it is not love. A love that comes from fascism, control, convention and conformity. Not to mention its other undesirable attributes, which I won’t, so as not to get myself into any trouble.

A: People must learn to love from somewhere.

S: Do you know why they despise love marriages in India? Because they are not based on reason. They are based on temporary emotion. Reason is more enduring than a moment of passion. Reason is more enduring than drunkenness. And it is better for society to work on reason.

A: Who has ever followed reason? Whose reason? What reason?

S: You speak to one that does not follow reason in love. That has the drunken gait of love. That chose what his heart said. Instead of thinking they are different, I thought that I loved them. Instead of thinking that it would not work, I thought that I loved them. Instead of thinking that society was against me, I thought that I loved them. And that love would do and be everything. If there is one drunk in love, it is me. Them, with their practicalities, they are what kill the lover. Them, with their reason, they are what kill the lover. Them, with their sobriety, they are what kill the lover. I would rather be drunk. It is better to leave this life than to leave the drink of love.

Tolerance

19.11.2025

S: You know, the racist has this ugly word, ‘tolerance’.

A: Why is it ugly?

S: Everything about a racist is ugly. Their faces are ugly when you find out that they are racist. Like Roald Dahl said, if someone is nice, they might have a wonky nose, but they are still beautiful. Inside, their hearts are ugly. And their words are ugly too.

A: But why is ‘tolerance’ ugly?

S: Because the philosophy of the racist is that they bear your company if you are different, under suffering. They are forced to be with you. They do not see you as a person, but as a burden. They are with you under compulsion, without consent. It is a form of rape.

A: Who are you talking about?

S: They will know. They will hear. I will not say.

A: Aren’t you speculating here?

S: Do you think that a racist will ever reveal the wicked thoughts in their head? Even the racist knows that these thoughts are unacceptable and inhumane. And yet, they only love like for like. When they choose, they choose like for like. They have not acceptance or love of difference. Instead, they have ‘tolerance’. Which given how evil this world is, is acceptable vocabulary in those so-called ‘civilised’ countries.

A: What would you do?

S: These people that use these words, they should…

A: Forget I asked. I see the expression on your face.

S: I am a warrior. It is only the warrior that fights for the difference between sin and goodness. It is only the warrior that stands between sin and goodness.

A: You would fight against a word?

S: In the beginning was the word. It is what any culture revolves around.

A: You think you will win?

S: When you stand up against a system of corruption, greed and evil, you know that you will not win. Quixote tilts at the windmill. But Quixote is a champion of love. He knows his duty. Love stands up against a world of hate. In every era, this is the story. There are those that bend over and are fucked. And because they are slaves, they love it. And then there is the lotus flower that springs from the slime and muck to stand as enlightenment. Hate produces its own nemesis, love. From the heart of the slave springs the free man. The Mother chooses a champion. What is victory in this world? The warrior has one creed: right action without reliance on a reward. Krishna himself says so in the Gita.

the unpredictability of endings

18.11.2025

S: There was a boy from the lowest castes. A boy born in the working classes. A boy from the minority here.

A: So? There are many like him.

S: This boy dreamt of one thing. To be the voice of his people. Their champion. This boy dreamt of The Revolution.

A: What happened to this boy? Has he become a man yet?

S: The man still dreams. But his dreams are besieged by the unpredictability of endings.

A: No one can know the ending.

S: The Greeks said that the gods roll dice. Fate is arbitrary and random. Fate is not a line. It is a game.

A: There are those that have said that god does not roll dice with the universe.

S: If there is a god in this wicked world, it is me. And I do not gamble.

A: No, you risk everything. Which is worse.

S: I am the warrior. It is my duty. Old age stands at the corner, another enemy that wants to piss over my plans, another crony of a world of enemies.

A: Have you not always fought everyone for your principles? You are proud of saying you are a warrior from the warrior culture, the old world.

S: The prayer of the people is for god to walk in the world to vanquish sin. It is the prayer of my Mother. The heart still beats and the blood still flows. Somehow I am standing on my feet. She has her hand upon my head. There is much to do, everything to do. The Revolution pleads for an heir to her. One day, peace will come. Until then, may this arm be the strength that The Mother has longed for. I cannot forget what I have sworn to do. Always one more surge. Jai Maa Kali!