24.08.2026

There is never a chance to write. There is never time to write. Always, life is busy. Always, there is too much to do. And then? Where can one write? When can one write? But the writing calls out to be done. The community need to be expressed. So we wake up early in the morning for the words to come shooting out. We stay up beyond our bedtimes to stay up. Somehow, this writing, it happens.

This is the scenario in which writing takes place for the common man. The man that does not have a massive generational wealth so that he can concentrate on his writing and his ideas. The man that does not have connections that can help him to find work in writing. The man that is not of the right sort in society to write because he comes from the working class, is an ethnic minority and because he is a man.

So when you, the reader, when you read these words, you are reading a rush of thoughts. You are reading writing in which there has been no time. Writing that is beyond time. How does this writing work? How can anything be said at all? The reason is that this man, he types at over ninety words per minute. It is a flood that is unleashed. The reason is that this man, when he sits at the desk, he uses his unconscious to write. He does not plan anything. He does not think over things with his conscious mind. He uses the super genius that is the unconscious to make things work.

Already, you have read something that has taken him four minutes to write. This is the point at which this conversation is right now.

For this writer, his art and his writing is like calligraphy. He has five degrees. He has First Class Honours degrees in English Literature and also in Art History. All this learning, all this erudition and thought, it is being packed into this writing. That is what you are getting when you read all of this.

And now? It is coming up to six minutes of writing. And that is all that this writer has. In six minutes, when he can write, he tries to change the world. He has criticised this oppressive world that only gives him six minutes in which to perform. And that is why this writer writes. To change the world. That is why he will find those six minutes. That is why his writing is beyond time.

08.06.2026

A: I see that you have rested a few days. Do you no longer feel the compulsion to write?

S: I am losing this compulsion.

A: Why?

S: You know the story behind all this. The situation has gone. Life has transformed.

A: Yet you have written your whole life. What is this new reluctance?

S: One looks at what writing has given to one. What is it but less than an handful of dust?

A: There, you are wrong. It is writing that has given you the mind that is a razor. It is writing that has given you your ability to think, reason, argue and fight for what is right. In short, it is writing that has given you everything. Including a name. Not everyone has a name. Do not forget that. You are the envy of the world. You have a public reputation. You are the champion of the community.

S: It is not particularly satisfying.

A: You are too demanding. You are never content. But remember, it is writing that has given you your freedom. Because you write the truth.

S: Writing is about the control of words. It is the words of control.

A: You do not find freedom in what you write?

S: Can one then write anything?

A: Should one write just anything? Surely you only want to write the truth? And the truth, it must have limits. Therefore, you cannot write whatever.

S: I want to exceed all limits.

A: And truth?

S: Perhaps the truth is too limited.

A: You have told me that you escape from the confines of control. Because you are the Independence of India and you are The Tiger. Is it not true?

S: That is the question for my readers to decide.

A: And there. We have had our conversation. You will begin to write again. Because it is important for our community to express ourselves. And you are important for our community. You build the community. You are its architect, inspiration, prayer and god.

S: One writes with reluctance. One fights with reluctance. Yet one does these things. Duty is greater than comfort. Honour is greater than complacency. And virtue? It is more important than life.