07.12.2025

S: Andy had to crawl through a tunnel of shit to get to freedom in ‘The Shawshank Redemption’.

A: So?

S: That’s exactly what you have to do. Crawl through a tunnel of shit for it.

A: You know, context is everything. I know you mean something specific.

S: I am talking not just about politics. But love. And even love is politics. Because the personal is the political. Love in this country is incest and narcissism for the most part. Not love but sin. Bondage and not freedom.

A: The sneering starts.

S: I spit upon what passes as love here.

A: You spare none. But yourself.

S: I have freed myself from the Siren. I didn’t stuff my ears with wax. I listened to another’s song.

A: She did nothing to hurt you.

S: Except break my heart. The world can forgive her. The world can adore her. I cannot. I know what happened. The innocent one is me.

A: And the tunnel of shit?

S: Inch by inch I crawled in that claustrophobic, suffocating and stinking hell. I was all alone. But love is freedom. I knew that love was waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. The fresh air. In love as in politics. At the end of the tunnel is the Revolution of love. We endure for tomorrow. We die for tomorrow. Everything hurts. But it is for tomorrow.

06.11.2025

S: Achilles is angry. He will not fight. He will not be included or involved in this machine of war unless he is given the highest honour. He is a warrior from the honour society. Not the degraded present.

A: And you are Achilles.

S: Over twenty years ago they rejected me from Cambridge even though I passed the interview. I am still sore. They did not give me my professor’s role at university after my PhD, book and articles. Can you imagine my wrath? They should be throwing every top position into my lap.

A: Don’t become ego.

S: I am ego and I am rage. I deserve the honour. They have been unjust to me. They are racists.

A. You believe in yourself so much?

S: If someone who is as intelligent and well read as me tells you that he is a genius, it is because he knows his own place in the world of thought. There is no one like me. Because I am Punjab. I am India. I am The Tiger.

A: One day, even Achilles fights.

S: Achilles enters the field for his love. The warrior only fights for honour or love. They do not deserve Achilles. The Greeks do not deserve him. Helen does not deserve him.

A: You were not lying when you said your ego was monstrous.

S: I am the greatest. I believe. And if they will not give me what is mine because of my greatness, why should I kill myself for them? Who the fuck are they? Haters and low lifes. They only recognise greatness to exclude it. Fuck them and theirs.

05.12.2025

S: Achilles sulked. He would not fight until the prizes were bestowed upon him. The honour.

A: So?

S: Before you there stands a genius. One who knows the secrets of the self and this culture. Does he write the books of a genius? Does he share his wealth? Does the greatest act? No. He is Achilles. He is the greatest that will not act unless he is given his rightful respect.

A: Achilles is only known because he fought in the war for Helen.

S: Helen is not worth it for Achilles. After all, she is another’s woman.

A: Anything else about Achilles?

S: He draws his power and invincibility from his mother.

A: And?

S: Like The Tiger, he rejects refusal. He refuses rejection. He is the sun and he will have his due. Who are these bastards who refuse Achilles or The Tiger? They are jealous of his greatness. They cannot accept their rightful place in the competition of warriors, as losers. They are petty little things incapable of greatness. They fear it. You cannot stop the sun rising in the sky. When Sun decides to rise, the whole world is illuminated and the whole world will feed from it.

A: You are ego. Achilles is ego.

S: I am the ego of Punjab, of India. The champion of the people. We only bow our head to one. The Mother Queen, the Mother Goddess.

04.12.205

S: The religion of love is freedom.

A: Who says? Love is a golden cage.

S: If you search for freedom you find love.

A: You think yourself a philosopher of love?

S: I am the poet. And the lover.

A: How can love be freedom?

S: I have been in love with the stone. I am no longer. I see what the stone is. I thought the stone had a heart. It does not. It is inflexible. Rigid and hard. The stone is without love?

A: And love?

S: Love is like water. We love to bathe in the water. She changes her states like the Mother Goddess. She is change and flexibility. Where you clash against the stone and almost break, water embraces and soothes you.

A: Can you handle the flood and destruction of the water?

S: Let love destroy. We will be reborn in love. Love is free and wild. She has no faith. She is neither Hindu or Muslim. She has not wealth or poverty. Black and white are there in love, all shades in between. She does not lick the boot of power. However much those full of hate guard against her, she triumphs. Because those that hate are in bondage. They are slaves. She is free. She is the Revolution.

03.12.2025

S: It’s a true story. When I was born, I acquired a reputation for greed. Even the nurses told my mother that they’d never seen a baby drink as much milk.

A: Has the greed dissipated?

S: You are looking at a gourmand with an insatiable taste for desserts and chocolate. Someone with an insatiable taste for the cake that is called life. Someone who eats double what others eat.

A: And? I know this path leads somewhere.

S: You know me well. I also have an insatiable greed for love.

A: The sensualist and libertine.

S: Precisely. One in whom the sexual revolution has been realised. The revolution of love. Never too much when it comes to love.

A: Where does the energy come from? It takes energy to love.

S: I am The Tiger. The Tiger is energy. Absolute power and absolute force. Just as the sun is in the sky feeding the earth so the roar of The Tiger fills the palaces of love.

A: Can this greed ever be fulfilled?

S: Let us hope not. Let us love and hope for more love forever.

03.12.2025

S: I was watching this Hindi film once and there was this line: The only person that knows what winning is is the loser.

A: It’s a good line. Thoughts?

S: In relation to relationships.

A: How so?

S: Only someone not in a relationship, that finds it difficult to get into relationships, only they can understand what it means to be in a relationship.

A: There’s some truth to that.

S: And also, when that person, the loser in love, when that person gets into a relationship, then only they can rightly value that relationship. Because the relationship is the win. The relationship is winning in this life.

A: Scarcity creates value.

S: When there have never been those in your life, they become diamonds of people.

A: The loser has won?

S: That is a tale that will remain untold. And no one knows the ending. Only the beginning.

02.11.2025

S: It is those with the talent that save the world.

A: And the talentless?

S: They consume the world with their greed and ignorance. They destroy.

A: You have talent?

S: Who can deny it? I am The Tiger. Born and raised to be a hero. It is those with talent that have a destiny.

A: Tell me a story about talent.

S: There is an Indian film I was thinking about this morning, ‘Papa the Great’. How I have remembered, it is impossible to tell.

A: Yes?

S: There is a meek and submissive man. But his son worships him. The son does not know that his father is a coward and a non-man. But then, one day, the coward comes up against a gangster, the gangster’s crimes. Will he fight for justice? For truth? Can he become the hero his son believes he is? Or will he disappoint his son and become a non-man?

A: What has that to do with talent?

S: The meek man has two talents. One, he is Indian. The land of The Tiger. Two, he has love. The love of his son. That love that asks him to be a warrior. To fight the good fight. It is that love that my mother has bequeathed to me, desired from me.

A: You submit to the desire of the mother?

S: It is the way of India and the way of The Tiger. Still, there lives and breathes this big gangster. The world bows before him. He dishonours all. But not The Tiger’s mother. Not The Tiger. When you have self respect, you have everything. The son looks at us. He is the future. And the future has only one demand. Bravery.

01.12.2025

A: Why can’t you forgive them? Forgive them and forget them. Let them go.

S: I gave them the most precious thing in the world. Love. And it meant nothing to them.

A: There are those without hearts. There are stones. Learn the lesson. Do not love the stone. Do not love the ice. Love only fire because you are the fire. You are the sun.

S: From afar, we look at Moon. Moon irradiates the entirety of the sky. We look at Moon with longing. The eye clasps at Moon with her arms. Moon mocks our longing. How can we forgive Moon? That which is true Moon has kicked away with their foot, thrown it into my face. No reason, simply caprice.

A: If so, Moon is not worthy of love.

S: Hence the resentment. Moon tricked me into loving them. Moon was false. Moon knows it themselves.

A: This resentment and grudge will do nothing. And you can do nothing. There is no reason or purpose in this grudge.

S: Yet we hold onto this grudge with our life. Moon is injustice. To hold a grudge against injustice is the nature of The Tiger. That is why he is known and that is his power. The world will not let us fulfill our grudges but we nurse them in our breasts like much loved children. In our dreams, there is justice triumphant. And below Moon, away from Moon, in spite of Moon, we kiss those that have been just to us. Because it is love that is justice and justice that is love.