living through hell

15.12.2025

S: This morning, because of the fucking trains and buses, I had to fit in a forty five minute weight training regime at the gym into fifteen minutes.

A: How do you feel?

S: Wrecked.

A: The point? You always complain, grumble and whine and whinge.

S: In front of all our plans there is bullshit, incompetence, prejudice, the failures of others to deliver what has been promised. Your nouns? They are all the same thing. You are being tiresomely tautological. 

A: Each word has a different nuance? Or why would they all have a different name?

S: Because there are so many things to complain about.

A: Come, you have done the preamble.

S: I have lived through hell. All alone. Heartbreak. Despair. The desire for easeful death. The nightmares. Lying in bed and freezing in sadness. Living in a world of hate, oppression, greed and selfishness, of ignorance and inhumanity.

A: What is it to live in hell?

S: They have said to abandon hope for all that enter there. In hell, there is no hope. No hope of love.

A: What got you through it?

S: Myself. This strong body. This strong mind. The heart of The Tiger, the desire of Punjab, India, my mother. Discipline and duty.

A: An excuse to live?

S: If I fall and I am the greatest, who else would dare to stand?