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?

Haqq (Right) – Film Review

19.01.2026

My great grandfather left my great grandmother and her children. He did not support them financially. He just started a new family. My grandfather, who was one of these abandoned children later went blind due to malnutrition in his youth. So did some of his brothers. The mother? She had to do hard manual labour in the fields to feed her children. She was from the poor, the Dalits, the Oppressed. It was unthinkable for her to divorce her husband and ask for maintenance. It would bring shame upon the family. It was not what women did.

Haqq is a film about women like my great grandmother. A man takes a second wife. He abandons his first wife Shazia Bano and their children. Then, he does not send the maintenance for the children that he promised. But Shazia, who is not educated, a woman like my illiterate great grandmother, she has an educated father that fights with her. Shazia Bano has to fight in the courts for her rights for her children and her dignity. Against her husband, her community and a system that protects rich men. It is an Indian story of heroism. It is a story based on real events.

Haqq is a story written for those that believe in The Mother Goddess. Shazia becomes Durga, the Mother Queen, the invincible warrior goddess. Kali who fights all with her bloodlust. Because they tried to dishonour The Mother. Because they tried to take away the rights of The Mother’s children. 

The theme is dignity. The Mother’s dignity. And Shazia spells out the duty of the Indians. Love is not enough, she says. She loved the rich man, the rich lawyer she was married to. However, he did not give her the dignity that she was due as The Mother. He tried to dishonour her. This is a story about the honour society in which I have been raised. And I? I also chose the dignity of my Mother over love.

The cast of villains stand against The Mother with their misogyny and their arrogance. They try to kill her and her children. But The Mother wins. Because she is a reader. The film supports education for women and freedom – to interpret the scripture by themselves. Revolution. To have an independent mind. To follow the philosophy of India – to become the freedom fighter. And the education of The Mother? Non-western. Non-legal. About Indian justice and not the corruption of the legal culture elsewhere.

Ultimately, only The Mother can win. Only dignity can win. In the end, the rich man, who loses the case, takes out a red rose and leaves it on a sill. Why? Because he does not deserve the love of the poor Indian Mother. Because he is separated from the flower that gives life. Because he is not worthy of beauty.

What is beautiful is The Mother Goddess who fights with her last breath against this world of corruption for her children. She is the one for her lover and her son. She is the one, the poor Indian Mother that rules our hearts. We are Indian. We are the children of The Mother.

Capital Ring Highgate to Stratford (Travel Writing)

35, 877 steps in total today (approximately 15.65 miles or 25.19 kilometers)

18.01.2026

Today, I walked the Capital Ring with a friend. The weather was not inclement. The company was not unpleasant. I was not tired.

We started outside Highgate underground station. I had been warned that the high street was a bit rough but the area we were in seemed nice enough. I have a game that I play with my friend. To collect as many conversations from people as we can. I started it off. As we got into the space between the trees on either end, there was a lady with a very big dog. I started telling her about the walk that we were doing and she had never heard of it. The dog was doing something of a wrestle with her and my friend wanted to make tracks, so we said goodbye and watched her run off with the dog.

The path was absolutely littered with runners. I had never seen so many congregate in one place before. It wasn’t cold and they were wearing their usual skimpy outfits. I felt envious of them running along. After all, it is a very pleasurable exercise. I used to run in the woods like them when I was a kid because I used to live in the woods too.

We took the Parkland Walk to Finsbury Park and stopped off in the cafe. We almost didn’t stay as the queue looked a bit chaotic. However, I was determined to sit down and we changed our mind about finding another place. My friend treated me to a cherry bakewell cake. It was delicious. The cafe had a mini art exhibition featuring artists that did brightly coloured flowers and also pretty landscapes. Some of the artworks were for sale at what I thought was a fairly reasonable price of £200. What was particularly nice about cafe were the cheery flower arrangements on each table. They had a daffodil with an orange rose that was blushing with red. Very cosy and very beautiful and warming.

I bagged another conversation for our competition. There was an Asian man from Liverpool that I struck up a conversation with on the way out from the cafe. He was a runner in a half marathon they had on today at Finsbury park. He said they did about seven laps and the gradient in the park was a bit of a killer.

We walked down through the park and ended up sitting at a bench leading up to a path with a pretty church in the background for lunch. As we were eating, a little grey greyhound in a jacket came scampering up to investigate my friend’s lunch which happened to be honey sandwiches. The owner, a middle-aged brunette with an Australian accent, came bounding down and, noticing that I hadn’t opened my packet of Scotch eggs, informed me that the dog had once stolen a scotch egg from a man’s lunch. He’d been okay with it. You always have to factor a hungry dog in your lunchtime in a park I guess.

I was counting up the birds I saw as we walked towards Woodberry Wetlands and Clissold Park. Today, I saw swans, blacked headed gulls, seagulls, a black cormorant, sparrows, crows, pigeons, Egyptian geese, ducks and coots. One of the joys of a long walk in the greenery is the animals of course. At Woodberry Wetlands, we watched the sparrows resting amongst the bullrushes as my friend was telling me that it was unusual of them to hang about there. The water looked absolutely divine in the sunshine.

There was a climbing wall at some point near a building with the water reservoirs near it. We did it after me and my friend took some shots of a big shiny mirror ball with the building distorted within it. It was dead there before we came and after we went probably. But when we went to take the photographs, a group of children came with their mums and usurped the territory so we had to wait for them to disappear to get the shot. As to the climbing wall? I had to have a go. The grips for the feet were tiny so I only did a wall and a half before I gave up. I couldn’t get the footing for it in my hiking boots and was using up a lot of upper body strength exclusively.

Next, we passed through Abney Park Cemetery. We read up on the founder of the Salvation Army who was buried there along with many other folk from them too. We compared the cemetary to Montmarte Cemetary to which we had both been too and I spent the time reading the inscriptions on the graves. They looked very picturesque with the green moss growing on them.

The next stop was Walthamstow Marshes. We followed the Lee Navigation canal to our finish point. I saw a book floating in the water and we took some shots with our cameras in our usual photography competition that we have on these walks. I also did something I’ve never done before in my life. I saw the opportunity, asked permission and I got a long handled axe and split open a log of wood. It was the third time of asking. My friend shot a video of me while I was doing it so that I could share with our other friends and so on. It was very satisfying and made me feel immensely powerful.

I managed to bag another entry for our competition to collect conversations with people on the trip. It was a brunette mother that was tethering her boat house to a post. I asked her to resolve our dispute on how cold the boats get. But it turned out that the cold wasn’t the problem. Rather it was the mud.

At some point in Stoke Newington, we went into a second hand bookshop. I managed to get a second hand book on Art Deco and also picked up some free booklets by the Guardian on the Second World War, a set of seven of them.

The final stop on the walk was just before Stratford Olympic Park where we parted company. We went to a cafe and sat outside while my friend sipped at a tea and I demolished some chocolate.

life outside of work

17.01.2025

A: What is your life outside of work?

S: Wouldn’t you like to know. You are what you do. Should I tell you my identity?

A: Precisely. This is why I ask.

S: What do you want to know? When?

A: Today.

S: After work, I called up the one I am with on the phone. That was the first thing. I talked about my day and asked them about theirs.

A: You called them first of all? And then?

S: I moseyed my way down to High Street Kensington for the Japan House exhibition. Where I wandered in the exhibition about a hundred Japanese craftsmen. Watching a video about the creation of ceramics and woodwork, reading displays about the philosophy of Japanese craftsmanship, pondering over the unique qualities of the artwork on display, messaging my friends and the one I am with with photographs of what I was seeing.

A: An interesting excursion. Anything for afters?

S: I browsed in the Marks and Spencer’s foodhall, which is one of my favourite regular shops, if not my absolute favourite. I love the food there. Then, I had a free dinner in MacDonald’s, a fillet-o-fish or whatever it is called with some fries. On the commute home, I finished reading ‘The Golden Road’ by William Dalrymple, about Ancient India and how it has shaped contemporary knowledge. When I had done with that, I listened to Hindi film music on my smartphone.

A: When you got home?

S: I ate some fancy Lindt chocolate. Then messaged the one who is mine, doodled on my tablet with a stylus and wrote to my penpal in New Zealand after watching some videos.

A: So. Phone calls, viewing art, reading, photographing, shopping, eating, studying, listening to music, watching videos, writing, writing, writing.

S: I got up to 23, 000 steps today too. Despite that, I got up from my seat on the Tube so that an old lady could sit down. A good deed outside of work to help others. Even though I’ve been on my feet and rushed off my feet all day.

A: And now?

S: It is about 23.28. It is time to try and get to sleep. Have you found out who I am yet?

the 1.7%

S: You want to know who The Tiger is? Sikhs are only 1.7% of the population in India. Despite that, we make up 8-13% of the Indian army. We feed millions every day for free in our temples. We contribute about 67% of India’s charitable funds. We are a culture of heroes. We have been raised to be heroes and we are heroes.

A: What is the secret to creating the hero? How do you build The Tiger?

S: There is a challenge. One the one hand, The Tiger must have no ego. He is taught humility. To follow direction and listen to his elders. But this does not create a Tiger. Because there is a contradiction. The Tiger must be the most egotistical when it comes to his Mother and his community. He must be raised in an honour culture. As the proudest. One that has to walk with his head held high for his Mother’s honour.

A: This world calls you toxic.

S: This selfish and materialist world of cowards? You listen to them? They are born in lies and raised in lies. They do not even know what a man is. Their manhood is in eternal crisis. Look at The Tiger. He is proud to be a man and he is a man. There is no uncertainty. He has been named after the king of the jungle.

A: They hate your boasting.

S: So what? They have no love in their hearts. That is the difference. The Tiger has love in his heart. That is why The Tiger is power. The Tiger does not fear like these chickenshits. That’s why The Tiger rules and no one can rule above him. Like Frankenstein’s monster we are fearless and therefore powerful.

a gust of cold water

16.01.2026

S: I was standing, reading. Always reading. From nowhere on this icy day, a gust of cold water swooped down upon my legs and feet. Entombing me in the freeze.

A: You need to cool down.

S: You cannot quench the fire. But the fire is cold.

A: You burn to no effect.

S: One spark will burn this world of sin.

A: And what is new in this quest?

S: One that I have taught and rescued with my knowledge, that one has been awarded an unconditional place at university.

A: You take the achievement as your own?

S: This one is the child of The Tiger. He follows the path that The Tiger has shown him. Service for the community. The protection of the planet.

A: You have recruited one into your army.

S: Like Satan, The Tiger stalks the world looking for his soldiers. Warriors to mould.

A: Satan owns the things of the world. What do you have?

S: Wherever The Tiger sets his feet, wherever the Punjabi is at, that territory is his. That is the reward of valour.

A: One that boasts.

S: Deservedly. Because there is only one real man in this world. It is me.

work

15.01.2026

A: What do you think about work?

S: It’s a waste of time.

A: You’re saying that? You work all the time. Seven days of the week including overtime on mornings and evenings. You have won awards in every workplace. You are conscientious. You do free overtime. You volunteer at about five places.

S: An absolute waste of time.

A: Why?

S: You’ve listed all my qualities. Do I need to mention my experience and qualifications? Despite all that, I haven’t ever been given a fitting career. I don’t care what anyone says, this society is full of hate and prejudice.

A: You always say that.

S: Because it is true. In fact, they use my experience against me. Any excuse not to give you anything.

A: They think it is sour grapes.

S: They are the ones that discriminate. So they deserve criticism.

A: Why work then?

S: It’s certainly not worth it. Who knows why?