20.12.2025

S: The stone is my enemy. They that cannot return love.

A: Perhaps the love was not in your destiny. You believe in destiny, don’t you?

S: The question is why there was not love. The reason that they could not love.

A: And what was it?

S: The answer is atrocity.

A: What will your enmity do?

S: It does nothing. It can do nothing. Because a stone does not have a heart. A stone is cold and hard and dead. You cannot touch a stone.

A: This anger is purposeless.

S: You are wrong. Now that I have seen the stone and its ways it has confirmed what I had only been told. The stones are the ones that have excluded, rejected, silenced and oppressed us. I have learnt the full nature of their enmity. The stone has given me the full picture of what we are fighting against, the face of evil.

A:  Evil is that which does not return love?

S: The personal is the political. This lack of love keeps us from every opportunity.

A: You could not make them love you. Is the fault not yours?

S: Sycophancy, bad behaviour, bending to be fucked and cowardice are qualities that The Tiger abhors. The finger points at the stone.

A: Yet you loved the stone.

S: The stone is deceit. Falsity fills the atoms. I have learnt the lesson. The stone will look into your eyes and even their eyes will lie.

18.12.2025

S: There is this cockroach sitting on a throne built out of shit.

A: Trump?

S: He makes the world sick.

A: How do they tolerate it?

S: They are non-men. They can do nothing. They have no courage. They boast about being free but they are slaves. They say they are a democracy but live in a state of fascism. It is the same here.

A: You are with them?

S: No. I would act. But one man cannot save the world. I hunger for an army. For the ones that would follow honour and liberty to the death. The freedom fighter. Ones that are free.

A: And you find none?

S: In one corner of the world there is Punjab. In one corner of the world, there is the village. We have survived for six thousand years despite the corruption of the state. There is one corner of the world that still gives birth to men. To the warrior. The Mother of The Tiger has raised him to be The Tiger. Always ready to fight and the ungovernable wild beast.

A: You want to be you against the world?

S: When a great evil comes, the people pray for a hero.

A: Then do. What they cannot. Show your power.

S: Their whole system protects this evil.

A: To accept Hitler is to be Hitler.

S: Protests, law suits. Nothing. There is only one solution.

A: Think upon it.

S: Freedom calls for action.

17.12.2025

S: This voice seeks the words of love. This voice seeks the word mother, the word son, the word wife, the word daughter.

A: The quest of a lifetime?

S: What would you seek? Money, power, fame? Paris loved Helen because she was love and beauty.

A: Was she though? Was she not naked death?

S: The goal of language, is it not connection? But we live in the degraded present, in the centre of corruption and hate. Here, language is to sow hate and division.

A: Has hate triumphed?

S: Inside language, there is a magic that the poet and the lover knows. We have heard the words of love. We come from the land of lovers, India. There is a song, we might not know anything else but we know how to love.

A: Your three Indian languages, they have taught you love? They are explorations of love?

S: The Mother Goddess herself came to me and gave me her love. It is what rescued me. You live in the mortal realm. I fly in the realm of the Goddess.

A: What is this?

S: Paris has seen Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. She has made him a promise. She asked his life for it. Your understanding is of the mortals, in this country of hate. How can you know?

A: The bargain, is it worth it?

S: She is beauty. She is love. More than anything else, I want to see her once more. Just once.

A: Because she is also death?

S: In love we die. In love we are reborn. I am her son and her lover.

16.12.2025

S: When my family were telling me to perform and to be a man, they said one thing. Find someone and make them happy.

A: They didn’t tell you to be happy.

S: No. They said to make someone else happy.

A: Strange. You are the one they love.

S: Love is a duty.

A: Why did it take so long to find someone to make happy?

S: They are the only one that gave me the honour of being a man.

A: You can only be a man if you are with someone?

S: It is children that do not have someone. They treated me like a child.

A: Enough of that. Forget the brutal past and your grievances with them. How do you craft happiness for one who you are with?

S: This is the trick of love. You think of their happiness. You find things for them. You share with them. You craft these memories for them, these experiences. You make time for them. You listen and you try to understand.

A: And can you make someone happy, you who is always full of sadness and rage?

S: There are the ones that soothe the savage beast. There are the ones that make the warrior forget about the bloodlust for a moment.

A: Love before duty?

S: Love is duty. My love itself is a war. The duty of The Tiger is always before me, the breath of destiny. The woman of a warrior cannot stop him from being a warrior. We are machines made to fight. To the death. It is what we are.

A: Give happiness. Happiness in the setting of tragedy. And receive the happiness of doing so.

S: The death of love is the inability to give happiness. Let us never see the death of love.

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?

14.12.2025

S: In the film, the Joker conducts an experiment. He bets on the badness of people. Their selfishness. In the film, he makes the wrong assumption.

A: What do you believe?

S: That man is a wolf to man. The Joker is right.

A: Why?

S: What else has life taught us, the oppressed? What has life taught us, the genuinely different? The ethnic minority. The working class. Being the top student everywhere I have been and still, they did not do the right thing and give me what I deserved. Every job I have had, I have been a top employee. Where is my reward for my worth? The answer is prejudice.

A: You have this belief in badness?

S: Do you know the difference between the tigers and the sheep? Us, the tigers, we would give our life for our earth, our mother, our family, for the sheep. To protect them. We would do it and we would laugh. We would give our lives away with a smile on our face. Because we have done our duty. What do you think these cowards can give? All we asked for was love. They could not even give that. Their hearts are misers.

A: Everyone you have chosen, you have chosen for their goodness and their kindness. Because their hearts are full of love. Not everyone is the same.

S: Love never dies. However much you try to erase it.  And that makes the ones that have given us love even more special. They are not people, they are diamonds.

14.12.2025

A: You are the fighter. What is the worst beating you have taken?

S: The beating from the stone.

A: Meaning?

S: Telling them what I felt about them to be burnt alive.

A: Surely you exaggerate. After all, they did nothing to you.

S: They put a wall of ice around me which pierced my heart with shivers of ice.

A: That is what it is like when love is not returned?

S: You have never felt it? The pain. The nausea. The disappointment. The disbelief. The trauma, the shock, the nightmares…

A: Nightmares?

S: Let us not speak of those.

A: Real pain?

S: Much worse than getting a beating. Fire in the mind. That is what you get from loving the stone.

A: The stone rolls through the world. Everywhere, the stone crushes its lovers. That is the way of the stone.

S: The stone can crush an insect. I am a man, a lover, a warrior. The heart of the Punjabi is brave. However remorseless this life and the stone, we live through it. Love triumphs.

A: But you talk often of the stone…

S: My anger at the stone is irredeemable. That is our final connection. Anger without words or bounds.

13.12.2025

A: You are inappropriate sometimes.

S: So?

A: You get into trouble for it.

S: I apologize. I don’t want to hurt my friends.

A: They think you have crossed the boundaries.

S: I believe in discussion and in exploring issues. I believe in honesty. I believe in free speech. And I believe in joking.

A: That’s why they think you’re inappropriate. Because you don’t follow the rules of communication.

S: What would you have me do? Follow rules that I don’t believe in? Not be myself?

A: Would you be hated?

S: They will hate whatever I say. They will reject whatever I say. They will exclude whatever I say. You would have me sew my lips together.

A: The laugh of The Tiger is madness. That, they cannot take.

S: We laughed at everything with our friends.

A: Some are not friends.

S: With their boundaries, they try to control.

A: You do not understand other people. Because you have no insecurities and fears, you will not understand them.

S: If I ever hurt my friends, I feel hell burning in my stomach, lungs and face.

A: A joke is a risk. You take too many risks. Why risk a friendship for a joke?

S: Because this world is the joke of the joker. And no one laughs.

A: That is your madness. That you laugh.

11.12.2025

S: After love has spilled over you. After you have kissed, held hands, put skin against skin. After all this, there comes the night of separation. In Hindi they call it ‘Shab-e-firaaq’.

A: Does there have to be the night of separation?

S: You cannot live in each other’s pockets.

A: Two that would become one. Then they become only two.

S: The moment that you become one is a miracle snatched from this world.

A: Does it have to be a miracle?

S: To live in love and in the body has become a miracle in a prosaic and hateful existence.

A: And what does the lover think about in the night of separation?

S: The body. The kisses. The hands. The hips. The words. The breaths mingling. How to see them again. When there will be the happy moments of love.

A: So the lover then lives in the past and the future. And not the present?

S: The heart of the lover cannot live in the night of separation. For the lover, the bliss of union is where the heart lies. For Krishna, there is Radha who enchants and she is the end of the journey.

A: And for Radha?

S: The road leads to Krishna. Against the night of separation, he is the dawn of a new day.

10.12.2025

S: One that is cold searches for the heat.

A: Can one that is cold become one that is warm?

S: It is not always possible. Some have ice in their hearts.

A: Do you not cultivate ice in your mind?

S: It has to be done. Otherwise the fire would consume all.

A: You talk of the rage.

S: I am wrath.

A: And the heat elsewhere?

S: That too searches for the heat of the other. To be united in the fire.

A: The Buddha has said that fire is all.

S: Ice is necessary. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

A: You lust after it?

S: I would burn the enemy alive.

A: No remorse?

S: The warrior does not question the way. He does. He is action. Not doubt. The warrior is fire. And fire must be fed or it dies.

A: You build pyres.

S: The fire only asks for a spark to reshape the world. The fire only asks for it’s fire to be returned. The fire only asks for the fire to be passed on. And ice is only necessary so that all is not lost in the flames.