the weariness of performing

18.05.2026

S: Life asks that we perform. Always, therefore, we are performing. There is no end to this performance.

A: You are weary of performing?

S: There is a performer that shines with light. All he thinks about is his performance. He is the best. He is the cynosure of all eyes. The audience ask for him night after night. When will he find rest and peace here?

A: Is it his duty to perform, night after night.

S: Not only night after night. But also night and day.

A: What about the authentic self? Where is he able to find that which is true? That which is not the peformance?

S: The trial of this hero is that he has to perform himself every time. Only himself and nothing else. He performs authenticity. This is why he is the one that draws the attention. The others? They are fake. They are not even true to themselves, least of all to themselves. They are puppets. And he? He is a real boy.

A: How can it be that he performs himself?

S: He reads his culture. He interprets his culture. He watches. He listens. He lets himself be instructed. What is in the culture, that is how he models his life. What is false to the culture, he abandons. He has been raised on the stories of the Punjabi hero, the heroism of The Mother Goddess. That is the core of his culture. The warrior culture.

A: He performs the fight?

S: The fight is a performance. It is a display of skill. And he has all the skills. He is the one that they look up to, that they want to be like. His name is The Tiger.

A: To be oneself, to perform oneself, is it not as bad as performing another?

S: You are asking what is the lure of authenticity?

A: Yes, if you will.

S: To be the authentic self, to be true to what it is that you are, that is the teaching of dharma. Do not look at the false law of the state. Do not look at the false rules of others and their lies as to what is the truth. Be true to your own truth, to your position, your situation in life. Look at me. I come from the working class, from the ethnic minority, from the Untouchables and the Dalits, The Oppressed. I have never forgotten where I come from. I have studied at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, taught at the most prestigious universities in the world too. I have had the cream of this world, dined in the finest restaurants, holidayed in the finest resorts, been to the most beautiful places in the whole world. I have accomplished things that others dream of, a doctorate, a published book and research, taught hundreds if not thousands of the underprivileged. And still, I never forget who I am, where I come from and who there is to fight for. Why I was born. For the community. For The Oppressed. I have never forgotten that what I am is duty, yearning for justice and fairness, for equality, respect and the dharma. And this authentic self of mine? It is everything. Artist, poet, writer, scholar, athlete, warrior, photographer, curator, teacher, journalist, the greatest of the game players, psychologist, psychoanalyst, sociologist, anthropologist, actor, singer, philosopher, historian, manager, leader. There is more and more. I am all. I play all the roles. That is true authenticity. Everything. And with an Indian stamp. With Punjabi style. And with a British accent.