Traversing the Universe


14.11.2025


S: There is a story about Ganesha’s wisdom. Would you hear it?
A: Tell.
S: Memory will have to serve. Storytelling like in the old days, with its flaws and imperfections, with its improvised nature. The retelling of the stories.
A: Save the preamble. It is me.
S: There is a conflict between the sons of the Mother Goddess. The brothers agree to traverse the universe to settle the point. The one without knowledge, he whips his way all around everywhere in feverish haste. With no thought and awareness.
A: And Ganesha?
S: I have piqued your interest, I see. Ganesha with the elephant’s wise head, he makes the circuit around the forms of the god and the Mother Goddess. This is the universe entire. And more.
A: I hear the capital in the Mother. Why never in the man?
S: She is power. I am her son and her lover. I am God myself.
A: I know what will come next. The interpretation.
S: When my grandfather would tell me the stories, he would ask me at the end what it meant. Every time I interpret something, it is the demand from my grandfather. The desire to fulfill the learning.
A: Go then.
S: The hothead, he does not know where his feet are at. But Ganesha? He knows his own origin. The Mother Goddess, she made him from the dead skin of her body that she rubbed off from her bath. His elephant’s head? It came from his father, Shiva. It is the origin that determines our journeys around the universe.
A: And what else?
S: Standing before him is the body of the Mother Goddess, radiant in its beauty. Remember, this is the idol of India, imbued with sexual passion and which arouses the desire of the son-lover, the bhakti. It is her body that stands at the center of creation. You spend your whole life circling around it to finally find your destination. The body of the Mother, that is fate. That is destiny.
A: You can never be free of the Mother?
S: Would you want to be? Without the Mother there is nothing. The non-universe. The human universe, the Indian universe, this is the Mother. She is Power. She is Love. She is Form. She is the centre and she is the periphery. She is the Inside and the Outside. Who can know her love but her son? This is wisdom.

the kardashian factor (microfiction)

13.11.2025

S: Writing really is a loser’s game.

A: Why do you say so?

S: What do you actually get from it?

A: Satisfaction. That you have completed the craft. Expression of the self.

S: You cannot eat those. They do not assuage your hunger.

A: You are touching other people and their minds and hearts.

S: Some hate. With absolute viciousness. They choose not to understand. How many do you think read what I write? How many do you think understand The Tiger?

A: What brings on this negativity? You are complete negativity. How do you do anything with this negativity?

S: I read an headline about Kim Kardashian. That she has a five billion pound business.

A: So what?

S: Here I am, having slogged away at writing for about twenty years or so. And I am still writing for free or for peanuts.

A: You are the one that chose to be socially responsible and to talk about serious issues. You could have written fluff to make money. They would have rewarded you for that.

S: Christ knew. The choice is between Mammon and god.

A: You are not religious. Even now, you could sell your pen. You would do well in whatever you wrote. You have the styles.

S: Sell myself? To the highest bidder? Impossible.

A: Well then, do not compare yourself to Kardashian. You do not have to have any message to be successful financially. In fact, they prefer you not to have any message to be successful.

S: Be content with nothing. That is this society all over. Be content with nothing. When the ones that have and get, you look at their contribution and what is even there? Out of nothing, they have made billions.

A: People want to be her. They do not want to be you. That is the secret of success. In fact, you are actually better looking than her and your life is actually full of more interest. But the problem is that Indian culture does not sell. It is not big in the public imagination. And you? You have dared to be different. You have done this to yourself. You should have tried to fit in.

S: I can’t fit into this. What this is, nobody should try to fit into it.

A: Yet they do. And therefore, you lose.

S: That, we will see. It depends on what you think winning means.

fighting fate (microfiction)

12.11.2025

S: Today I was in haste to get somewhere with someone. But when I arrived at the line, everything was down. There were people swearing down their phones, people with anger and annoyance on their faces, people rushing off in a huff…

A: Sounds hellish.

S: It was. All because one or two trespassers had come on the line. So they shut down all the services. One train was cancelled. One train had a failure to launch… I had to leave it. I had to cancel my plans. All there was was frustration.

A: And what were you thinking about that?

S: In life, there is always some kind of obstruction. It might not happen to you. It probably doesn’t happen to other people. But it does happen to me. Over and over again. I can never win.

A: Reason?

S: You could call it bad luck. You could call it fate.

A: And what happens when the lightning of bad luck strikes at your head?

S: It shows you that you can never plan anything in life. Because something will come in the way to disrupt all your plans. It shows you that every time you try to arrange happiness in life, all that comes is sadness and frustration. Desires are never met. Wishes remain unfulfilled. The bad luck…

A: Give me an example.

S: Just before Covid, I got this wonderful opportunity. I got trained up for it. Then? Covid and it got shut down.

A: Another one? Maybe that was just an exception.

S: At my Cambridge interview, I passed it and I got pooled. They didn’t contact me again. I passed a prestigious job interview after graduation where over one thousand people had applied for that post. They pooled me, they reserved me in first place. They didn’t contact me again. They pooled me for the PGCE when I passed the interview for a funded place. They didn’t contact me again. Even during my PhD, they pooled me for working in a prestigious art gallery. I passed all these interviews.

A: Bad luck or racism?

S: Both. It is the same with everything. I won’t go into my personal life. This is what I am up against. The curse. How they keep us down. Just one other person will destroy your life. You wonder why I am negative. What they did to me was absolutely appalling.

if death came (microfiction)

11.11.2025

A: You do not want to die.

S: There is a Hindi song. You have the desire to live. You have the wish for death. Everyone wants to die. No one wants to die. While I live, I eat healthy food, exercise and look after myself. I haven’t lost my discipline. And discipline is oriented towards long life. Yet in the moment of sadness and separation, we stare longingly at death. Our mouths water…

A: That’s enough of that. But if you did die, what then?

S: Who would care?

A: Irrespective of that, what about your ideas?

S: I notice the things that no one notices. They have lain there for over a hundred years. Maybe somebody would notice. Maybe there would be one that comes that could be as wise as me.

A: And what if it is just you? Only you that can see these things? Why have they lain dormant a hundred years or more until you have come?

S: You do not believe me when I say I am a genius. Someone like me only comes once every hundred or two hundred years. Do you know how much I have studied? I haven’t just studied the three undergraduate degrees. I have done university courses in every subject in the humanities. On top of that, I have the natural cunning of a Punjabi villager. I see. Probably, if I die, what I have discovered will remain undiscovered forever.

A: If you really are that important, if you really are a genius, why then do you not work and work and work? And write and write and write?

S: For these people? For these fucking people? You cannot be serious. They would starve me. They would put me in the corner and turn their backs to me. They have made life hard, a life of suffering. Work for them? Them? With their pettiness and frivolity? Their lack of any kind of understanding? The lack of any kind of meritocracy or value?

A: Do not become Achilles. He was the greatest. Yet he would not fight if he was not awarded the spoils.

S: I am ego. Ego must be fed. The Tiger is hungry, ravenous. For what is his. But I will give what I give when the time is ripe. I will not kill myself for it. For these people? No. For my people. For the Revolution.

killing hitler (microfiction)

11.11.2025

S: There are two kinds of people. Those that would kill Hitler. And those that would not.

A: Are you just talking about Hitler?

S: That is up to you to decide. When a tyrant and a despot, a fascist, when scum takes over, should you lie back and let him fuck you? Should you let the scum dictate the terms? Or should you end it? That is the difference between a non-man and a responsible citizen. It is the key question of our times, of any time.

A: So you would kill Hitler.

S: In the cradle if I had to.

A: You could square that with your conscience?

S: Do you hear the screams of the ones that he persecuted? Do these screams haunt you? Can you hear those screams in the night?

A: You would be the judge of life and death?

S: If you do not kill Hitler, you are Hitler. You accept sin.

A: Sin, judgement, murder. What is this philosophy?

S: In the film ‘Hum’ (Us), Tiger says that there are two kinds of cockroaches. A cockroach from the gutter can make an individual sick. But a cockroach from the dirtiness of sin makes the whole of society sick.

A: Nobody believes in sin any more.

S: That is your mistake. Sin does exist. Sin is objective fact. Sin is what the Hitlers of this world commit. If evil has a face, that is it.

A: What makes you so good that you would punish sin with death?

S: Whether I am good or not, I try to be good. Whether or not there is a fight, I try to be a warrior. Whether or not I have the opportunity to make a real difference, I try to make a real difference. It is not your nature that makes you good or evil. It is what you do with what you have. We all make mistakes.

A: Hitler will never come before you. You are one of the little people. There will never be the occasion. Hitler is protected by this society. This society models itself on Hitler, despite the pretence that it does not. This society is obsessed by Hitler.

S: When there was no way, Narsimha the Man-Tiger exploded from the column to kill the tyrant that thought himself invincible. The prayer of the people is god upon earth, to kill Hitler. In my culture, the obsession is the murder of Hitler. In one corner of the world, they give birth to warriors. That is why Punjab is immortal. That is why Punjab is just. Because we kill Hitler. India’s contribution to the war against Hitler was decisive.

the geometry of love (microfiction)

10.11.2025

S: It’s incredible when you think about it, isn’t it? The geometry of love.

A: Does love have a shape? And a geometry? That is news to me.

S: Of course it is. You are not a genius. It is an original thought from me.

A: And what is this original thought, Oh man of prodigious mind?

S: Look at the way in which we connect in love. The approach. That is the shape of love. You hug someone. When you do it, their body has to mirror yours. You open up your arms to approach them and to embrace them. When you kiss someone on the mouth, your lips approach the other in the same way, half open. Your lips mirror each other.

A: And sex?

S: I am not talking about the act and the execution. I am talking about the approach. The approach in sex is to kindle the flame on both sides. So that one flame is as hungry as the other. You look into their eyes. They look into yours. It is done through the look. The words. You say the words of seduction. They say the words of seduction. You stroke the flames. Blow for blow.

A: And then this idea of geometry?

S: Love can be theorised as mirror which reflects another mirror.

A: But then there is nothing. The mirror has no substance.

S: You are wrong. Then there is only light. That is what love is.

A: Does biology agree with you?

S: Let us turn to the act itself, which I did not introduce before. Did you know that the human animal which has procreative sex face to face is unusual in the animal kingdom? And it does so for some reason. Why not so it can see itself reflected in the eyes of its partner? Because that is one aspect of it. The mirror of the self. When you are looking in love into the eyes of the other, is it so you see yourself?

A: Speculation upon speculation.

S: No one understands love. But let us speculate. One day, when we comprehend the mirror neurons in the mind, I will be proven right, just like the Greeks were proven partially right about the atom. Without experiment and through simple observation and speculation.

Krishna and Rama (microfiction)

09.11.2025

S: Krishna and Rama are two incarnations of Vishnu. Both warriors. But they are complete opposites.

A: In what way?

S: Rama rescued his wife from a man that tried to abduct her. Krishna consorted with the wife of another, Radha. He took someone’s wife away from them. Not just one woman, but all of them, all of the wives, the Gopis. Rama followed the law of matrimony. Krishna is above the law.

A: Anything else?

S: Rama, when he was exiled to the forest, accepted that another rule in his place. He let the usurper rule the throne when he was the firstborn son and the throne was his inheritance. Krishna, when he was dispossessed of his throne, he killed the usurper and reclaimed his throne. Rama accepts dispossession and unjust usurpation. Krishna fights against it.

A: I know you will say there is more.

S: Krishna has a good stepmother. Rama has an evil stepmother.

A: Always the mother with you.

S: Krishna was raised in a humble background then became a royal. Vice versa for Rama. And then, Krishna is known as the thief of butter because he stole butter. And Rama? He does not steal. Krishna is his own law. Rama follows the law of the other. Even at the end of the story, Rama sacrifices his wife in the name of the law of matrimony, because the people cannot accept that she is pure because she had been abducted by another man.

A: I think I know where this is all leading.

S: I am named after Krishna.

A: Whether it is Krishna or Rama, they are the hero.

S: Rama is the hero of the conservative. Krishna is the hero of the revolutionary.

A: It is a name. I have told you before. It is not an identity.

S: And yet, you can model yourself on that identity. The anarchism of Krishna. And the liberation of Narsimha, the man-tiger, the other incarnation of Vishnu. After all, one of my names is Tiger.

A: This obsession with names and identities, it is old fashioned.

S: I am six thousand years old. And yet, I am fresh. Because I am not just the past and the present. I am also the future. I believe. So does India.

the slave (microfiction)

09.11.2025

S: The idea of the slave is what gives us the sense of freedom.

A: How so?

S: We, who are the Revolution, we would do anything so that we do not become the slave. We fight so that we do not become the slave. We who are from the Dalits, ‘The Oppressed’, the low castes, we will no longer be slaves.

A: What is the slave? What are you talking about?

S: The slave is the victim of power and oppression. The slave is governed by the powerful and lives according to the caprices of the powerful. The slave has no independent thoughts or life. The slave models their living on the dictates and wants of the powerful. The slave loves the powerful, is fucked by the powerful. The slave has been raped and seduced by evil. The slave fawns on the powerful. The slave has no integrity. The slave only loves oppressive power and wants to be oppressive power. The slave is weak willed. The slave is the slave to the Other.

A: And freedom?

S: Freedom is freedom from slavery. One who is free governs himself. He lives according to his own desires, his own culture. The rules he accepts, the dharma, his own law. He is the law maker. From his own culture. He decides what he thinks is right himself. Not what someone else is trying to force him to think is right. The free does not want to become oppressive power. He does not listen to the powerful. He is his own man. He lives like a king. The free man hates the powerful. Because their power is based on greed and exploitation, injustice and lies. He is not fucked by the powerful. He is not raped and seduced by the powerful. He is mind. He attacks the powerful. Because the one without power is the most powerful. The one without power is the most free. The free man hates oppressive power and wants to be anything but oppressive power. The free man loves love and justice. The free man is not weak willed. He does not bow down to anyone. He holds his head high. The free man is not the Other. He is himself, authentic. The free man is the Revolution.

A: Who is this free man?

S: You are looking at him. The free man is The Tiger. Across thousands of years, the figure of The Tiger has stood against the imposition of unjust external rule in India. And now, The Tiger stands in every country of the world. The Tiger is self respect, value for his culture, just pride, goodness, dharma (the law), authenticity. It is not a name. It is everything.

meeting on the train (microfiction)

08.11.2025

S: You know, one of my favourite authors, their parents met on the train.

A: An interestingly irrelevant fact.

S: But it is relevant. When was the last time you had even a conversation with a stranger on the train?

A: The point being?

S: Have you ever noticed how a train is laid out? The space is actually maximised so that you are facing someone. So why is it that people do not talk to others on the train? If the space is conducive to something, why is it not happening?

A: What are you trying to get at?

S: Slowly. I’ll get there. Let’s look at mobile phones and social media. All of those sites, theoretically, they are built to connect people, aren’t they? Yet, all they do is create the feeling of isolation, desolation even. Loneliness is an epidemic in our society due largely to social media. It causes jealousy, withdrawal, cyberbullying. I could go on with this list. Yet all those sites and the mobile phone itself were built to connect people. For the good of society.

A: I’m beginning to get what you’re saying.

S: Finally, let’s talk about the open plan office space or staff room. It has been built to increase connection. So that people will talk to each other. Benches in the park. But if one person sits somewhere, other people won’t sit there and talk to them. They sit by themselves. They don’t talk. The whole point of how it is built is defeated.

A: What is your conclusion about all of this?

S: It is not the spaces. It is not the inventions. It is not the communication media. It is the people that refuse to connect themselves to anyone. They want to be alone. They are blaming technology for loneliness and isolation, the spaces in society. It is them that do not want to connect. They always find an excuse not to. They have been seduced by the evils of individualism. The Western individual.

A: The thesis is interesting. But have you considered that there is a failure in the technology?

S: Yes. And that is also revealing. Because the social media sites only connect in that they control. It is a system of control that is keeping individualism alive. It is an artificial way of life imposed by the elites in this society. Not a fault but a deliberate strategy. The etiquette on the train: imposed by the elites. So that all classes of society will not mix, people from different backgrounds…

A: The night has come. Sleep beckons. Another day, another thought.

the readers (microfiction)

07.11.2025

A: Do you still keep that website?

S: I only write fiction nowadays.

A: Yet you have retained your readers?

S: They still read. Some are very loyal. In a world where loyalty is rare. Where time is precious and limited.

A: Do you think they wonder what you are up to nowadays? Outside of fiction?

S: I am sure I am a curiosity. A warrior from the old world. A so-called ‘toxic male’.

A: Did you not tell me that, in person, one told you that you led an uneventful life? That you did not do anything?

S: Apparently I do nothing and nothing happens. And yet the readers are riveted to my writing for some reason. Funny that. I am all over London everywhere and yet I am always doing nothing.

A: What did you do today?

S: I am not saying. I am denying anyone that reads for the vicarious feeling of pleasure in my life.

A: What do you think these readers make of you?

S: I am everything to all people. Friend. Inspiration. Argumentative. Childish. Mature. Egotistical. Humble. For some, an absolute enemy.

A: Every writer faces some kind of hostility, agreed. But what is it that you are trying to convey through your fiction?

S: In his mind, the writer has the idea of one who is in accord with him. Perfect sympathy. The beautiful reader. The ideal reader. The one that loves him. Perhaps, she reads.

A: That is what you have in your mind. Others dream of money and fame. Immortality.

S: I dream of love. I write for love. I work for love.

A: And yet, love is precisely what you don’t have.

S: The forms of love are various. Some come. Some don’t. In love, I am a beggar.

A: The philosophy of India is that the one who has the least is the greatest. Don’t forget that.