who or what

30.01.2026

A: Who or what are you writing for now?

S: Because no one wants me to. For no one. For nothing.

A: You would be a complete nihilist as a writer?

S: What can you expect from this world? If you expected something, you would be disappointed. So it is better not to expect.

A: What is the point of doing a pointless task? Why write if there is no reader? Why write if there is nothing?

S: You want to talk about a task with a point? Where is my just reward for being a genius, for being good, for doing more, for being better than everyone else?

A: You who hate this world and the people in it, you who thinks that nothing is good enough for you, why do you write?

S: I spit upon everyone and everything.

A: Why not forgive everyone and everything?

S: How many chances can you give someone?

A: Yet you are writing. You think that someone will listen. That someone will read. What good will it do you? What is there to expect now from a reader? You no longer care about sympathy, agreement, good will, love, anything.

S: It is not that I don’t care. It is knowing that I will never get anything. There is nothing to be had from this world and these people in it.

A: People hate your cynicism and pessimism.

S: When they can become great like me, then I will care what they think of me, these cheating and lying, jealous fucking bastards that won’t give me anything that I deserve.

power hunger

27.01.2025

S: Those that want power and that get some power, they hold onto it desperately, with everything that they have got.

A: Example?

S: Why do you think that they will not recruit from certain groups in society? It is all a game of power. Power means having in this society. It is not India where those that do not have have the greatest power. In India, the poor and the disenfranchised are the ones that control the votes. They vote more than the wealthy. Here, it is the wealthy that control the politics. Wealth is power over here. So, therefore, they try to keep some from wealth. They are gatekeepers. That is what they think power is.

A: So, the professions where the wealth is, they keep us out?

S: Precisely. There is a devilry in the deception and the defrauding that goes on here with opportunities.

A: Anything further?

S: It is also a game of sexual power. In this society, it is wealth that is seductive. The way that the wealthy are. By denying wealth, you are denying sexual power.

A: And what has happened with you?

S: I am wealthy despite them. Because someone that works as hard as me will never be poor. Someone that can do so much will never be poor. I have power. I have a voice. I have soft power. As a writer, a journalist, a photographer, an artist, as someone that shapes cultural experiences. They couldn’t stop me. I am invincible. However much they tried to keep me from power, I have power anyway. No one can stop me. I am a dominant force. What is their power before the power of The Tiger? It is nothing. What is outside of Punjab has never been able to triumph over Punjab.

the ugliness of truth

27.01.2026

S: The poet says that beauty is truth. Anything but. Truth is ugly. We say the ugly truth.

A: Why ugly?

S: Because the world is ugly. So any truth about this world is ugly too.

A: Do you not say that the world that you have made for yourself is beautiful?

S: I do not lie to myself. There is beauty. But also much ugliness and corruption. You cannot escape the evil of other people.

A: Are people evil?

S: The sicknesses of society, they are carried by people.

A: So, truth is ugly and there is evil in people.

S: Everything that is touched by this society is tainted. Ask those who are oppressed, marginalised and silenced. Look at what passes as discourse in this world. Look at the people they choose, that lead them. A cast of villains.

A: You call yourself the truth. Are you ugly?

S: To them, yes. Because to the tyrant, the Revolution in its splendour is ugly. To the tyrant, criticism, difference and justice, these are all ugly. To the tyrant, anything against his form and identity is ugly. And I am everything that is other. I am The Tiger.

the strategy of victim blaming

26.01.2025

S: You know when they killed those people that stood up to ICE, the fascists blamed the victims and not the perpetrators. Even when they looked at the video evidence which was absolutely fucking clear that they were innocent victims, they still blamed the victims.

A: Why do you think they do that?

S: Because bullies and fascists are fucking scum. Their ideology makes them blind and deaf. And there’s more.

A: What?

S: They blame the victim because they are unjust. Because they have to justify their inhumanity and violence to themselves. It is not just ICE and Trump, is it? All these racist vermin justify their racism and exploitation of anyone that is perceived as different from them.

A: Example?

S: Do you know how much experience I have and how many qualifications? And yet, at interviews it is just rejection after rejection from these people, these racists. And who do they blame? Me. They pretend that I am not doing something right. When, in fact, even if I pass their stupid fucking interview, they still won’t give me the thing. They have a reserve list and then you never hear back from them. Because they make a point of never choosing me because I’m brown. You hear the victim blamers saying that I am overqualified too – that I am literally too good for any job. It is the truth. I am better than any opportunity that is offered to me. But it is still fucking ridiculous the shit that comes out of their mouths.

A: What is the point of this victim blaming strategy?

S: What else is it? They want the victim to feel inferior. That he is not doing something right. That he should change his behaviour. When it is them, these racists that should change their behaviour. They want to pretend that their racism is the natural way of things and that they have a meritocracy. They want to pretend that they are just when they are unjust. They don’t want things to change. They want to be monsters forever. That is why they are fucking vermin. This shit has been going on for hundreds and hundreds of years. Do they change? Fuck no. All that there is in the world of the racist is injustice. And yet this is what goes on, this injustice.

A: Can the monster ever become beautiful?

S: The monster thinks that he is beautiful and that anyone different from the monster is ugliness personified. The monster stinks of shit and thinks that he smells of roses. The monster speaks corruption and thinks that honey and gold flows from his mouth. The monster is appalling. He thinks that he is god. But he is not god. I am god. I am The Tiger. I have been blessed by The Mother. I am truth and I am justice. I am the prayer of the people. I am a genius. I am a hero. Them? They are villains. They are not fit for me. It is not the other way around. Who the fuck are they? Nothings. Non-men. Incapable and corrupt. You see what is around ourselves. Pure mediocrity and incompetence.

oh fleeting moments

25.01.2026

S: There is this Hindi film, ‘Border’. The sequel is just out now. It stars my favourite actor. And it has this song in it, ‘Oh Fleeting Moments’ (Ae Jaate Hue Lamhon). The lover is singing to his beloved. He hopes to halt time. Because he has only a few moments with the one that he loves before he goes to war.

A: It is always the war with you.

S: I have told you the philosophy of the warrior. It is the philosophy of love. War and love go hand in hand. They are not opposed to each other. They are one and the same.

A: Why talk about this song?

S: I remembered today the gone. The ones that had the highest place in this heart. But what a fool I was, that I did not understand false friendship.

A: If they were false, why remember them?

S: It is not so simple to forget. If only it were. But the point is that if I could have frozen the moments when I felt connected to them, would I do so? If we could dwell forever in the happiness of a moment, would we appreciate it?

A: What do you mean?

S: The song ‘Fleeting Moments’ relies on a contrast. It is the happiness of the moment that is going to give way to the horrors of war. You only appreciate the happy moments because of the atrocity that there is when there are not the happy moments with the beloved.

A: I tell you once again to forget these false friends of yours. They do not remember you. They forget and move on instantly. You were and are nothing to them. So make them nothing to you too. Reciprocate the feeling.

S: They are stone. They are ice. I am the fire. They might have been false. I was true.

A: How true were you? You played the part too. You didn’t reveal your real feelings.

S: They knew what I felt. It is in the eyes.

A: How can you still be grieving? You have someone.

S: It is called loss for a reason. You never recover from it. The ones that you care for, they are not expendable.

A: They are not dead.

S: There was no connection. It was false. It was an illusion. You cannot chase an illusion. Something breaks down because they want it to be broken. The ones that are closest to you, you can never let them go and they will never let you go either. Instead, what do these do? At best, they are reading my words. Through a great distance.

imagined indian films

23.01.2026

S: In this head, strange new tunes and songs take shape. Revolutionary new ideas. Words, literature, art. And also, scenes from films.

A: A busy head, a creative’s head.

S: There is a father by his grown son’s bed. The father has some terminal illness too. They are both close to death’s door. They have attacked his son. His only son. His beloved son. We watch scenes of him raising this child. He stands up. He says ‘Your father is still alive’. Tera baap abhi tak zinda hai. He vows to hunt them down and kill them all.

A: The film of one addicted to action. So, all the characters in your films are Indian?

S: Yes. The next scene. The brother who is to fight the villain for honour has been brutally defeated and killed in a fight with him. The son that no one expects, one with a disability, he is the one that has to fight.

A: Another underdog story. Another story about revenge.

S: But also about relationships. The family. Another? They raped his mother. They killed men in his family. He is the son from that rape. She hid the truth from him. She wants to protect him from revenge. When he learns, he asks who the father is. She will not tell him. He puts a gun to his head. He knows he is in the photograph. He says to his mother, it is him or me. One has to die. You have to choose. Just point your finger. She chooses the photograph and he bathes in blood.

A: Violence. Family. Honour. Action.

S: The components of an Indian film. The imagination of the warrior culture.

A: And the scenes of love?

S: These are the scenes of love. Anyone that is against the family is our enemy. We are Tigers. Our love is ferocious. We have sworn to protect each other.

a coward cannot fight

22.01.2026

S: The world order is founded on one principle. And that is that the coward cannot fight.

A: What do you mean?

S: Why do you think that nasty white supremacist Trump is in power? Why do you think anyone tolerates his bullshit? Why does no one stand up to his bullying? Because the leaders of these countries are all cowards that cannot fight. They have no courage and no convictions.

A: The only one that has convictions is Trump. He is a convicted felon.

S: They are all criminals. Cowardice should be outlawed.

A: And you?

S: If I had the opportunity, I would fight.

A: Make the opportunity.

S: That is easy to say. The enemy has many friends. Many friends with many weapons. You cannot fight without an army. And these people are cowards. A coward cannot fight. There is no army to be had.

A: Build a man. Build men. Build an army.

S: This power that is inside is the power of a god. The power of The Tiger. They have not been blessed by The Mother. They are not worthy or capable of this power. That is why this world is what it is. A world of non men. That is why Trump is. They let and want shit to sit on the throne. Freedom is something that they do not know, or honour. They live the world of the coward, in shame.

the medal of strangeness

21.01.2026

S: However close I tried to get to them, the further they moved away from me. They were impossible.

A: They made themselves impossible. You still think of them?

S: I remember their indifference. I remember them as an enemy.

A: Why? It does not follow.

S: This world is full of the enemies of love. They are one of them.

A: You mean the enemies of your love.

S: Exactly. You can talk to them everyday and they will keep you as a stranger to fear. They will never connect with you. No matter whether you love them or not. Our love is the least consideration.

A: Why think of them?

S: They are the world. The world supports their separation from us, their distance from us. The world builds this wall between us. This world is suspicion, hate, hostility, prejudice, false assumptions and intolerance. This world is unlove. And they are unlove.

A: This villain in your story, let them keep their villainy. They do not care that you find them the villain. You are the hero. Whether or not you are loved by the villain, there are those that give you the place in their hearts. You have built yourself a wall against the villains that none can break. An impenetrable silence and scorn. The wrath of a tiger scorned.

S: The only thing that could break the wall is love. And they have no love in their hearts. Still, we lament the wall. And the unlove of the world. What there could have been if there were love in this world.

the age of independence

20.01.2026

S: You know, when people tell me to become independent, I just drone it out. They are constantly saying it.

A: Are you not sick of it and them?

S: The problem is the problem of the zealot. Independence is their religion. They will have no blasphemy of their god, independence.

A: There is a criticism here.

S: This is the age of independence. And look what it has brought them. They are all sick and suffering from depression. Because they are alone and they are not connected.

A: Is that just from their independence?

S: Most likely. Do you think it is normal to live without human connections? Obviously it is not. They have made themselves sick. I’m not going to make myself sick. They have made themselves poor. I’m not going to make myself poor. It is against reason. Why would I court precarity, the precarity of independence? Again, look at their politics. They are the politics of independence.

A: What do you mean?

S: Brexit and the solitary isolation of Great Britain. Trump in America deciding that he is going to make enemies with all the world and separate himself with walls and with hate from everyone. Keeping out of the climate accords and Nato. No togetherness and no community. Not so splendid isolation all over the world with the far Right. Trade tariffs and other bullshit to try and keep the world disconnected and countries isolated from each other. It is the politics of isolation and independence. Yet these politicians are not different from the people in this country. The people always say it is not us, it is the politicians. However, these people and these politicians are all one with each other.

A: What do you think?

S: Fuck their so-called independence. We come from India. We come from Punjab. We are Tigers. We have a community. We live for the community and connection. We have a family. We live for the family and connection. We have real independence. Because we do not believe in the state. We hate the state. We believe in ourselves. The village and Punjab. We do not believe in false superiority based on race and ethnicity. We do not believe in the injustice of ‘independence’ which relies on exploitation and the mongering of hate and superiority. We are not wage slaves because the family supports us. We are not selfish, greedy and grasping because the family supports us. Our reliance on the family is not dependence. We are independent because we rely on the family. In the village and in Punjab, we have the politics of togetherness. The community comes first, not the individual and his isolation. Belonging comes first, independent identity afterwards. We don’t have the ego and arrogance to be independent in the way of these selfish countries and their politics. In their countries, we are the only ones that are independent. Because we copy no one. We follow no one. We follow our own path. The path of The Tiger. The path of the truly independent. And that is why we have self-determination. And them? They have nothing and are nothing. There is no way that they can last. Because their independence will lose them all of their power. The way of power is connection, not arrogance. The way of power is togetherness and not loneliness. The way of freedom is not the solitude of the tyrant, but the laugh of the crowd. They deal with atoms. We deal with the universe in its connections.

Trump and the rule of the selfish

20.01.2026

S: Isn’t it disgusting how the selfish rule? The very people that should be in power to serve the community are the ones that are in power to serve their own ego and selfishness.

A: The reality is that people love the selfish.

S: Instead of thinking of what is right and what should be improved, all they think of is what’s in it for me?

A: Example?

S: Trump. When he offers to assist Ukraine, he wants mineral resources. When he wants Greenland for security, it has rich mineral deposits. When he has beef with a country for not giving him the Nobel peace prize, it sours his relationship with that country. When he has been with Europe for standing up to him, he wants money in tariffs.

A: He is a selfish, grasping, mean bastard with no service or generosity in his soul.

S: They are all like that. Starmer won’t stand up to this bully because he is scum as well and thinks of his pocket. It is exactly the wrong people that are in power. And it has always been that way. They should all be…

A: Yes, we know what you think there.

S: What I think is that I don’t stand for the rule of the greedy and the selfish, the rich man. I stand with the one that serves the community. Out of the generosity of their heart. Where is this one?