Richard Dadd – Beyond Bedlam. The Royal Academy

22.08.2026

Named ‘Beyond Bedlam’, the irony of this exhibition is that the most interesting works from Dadd actually date from the Bedlam period. A period when Dadd really becomes Dadd. Before, he had technical accomplishment and hard work. After, he became an interesting painter and artist. Perhaps this shift and renewal or remaking is reflected in the infamous deed that Dadd did, which was to kill his father during a psychotic outbreak. ‘Dad’ was a word used to refer to the father in Victorian times, so perhaps Dadd killing his father was a killing of himself. A self destruction and self making.

The background to the parricide was that Dadd had been exploring Syria and Egypt, or the Orient and had then become overwhelmed with the sights he had seen. One speculates that he was overcome by the Orient, by difference from the West. Traumatically so. He began to believe that he was the god Osiris, with the over-identification with the East. This trauma of the imagery of the East and of difference would inform his works when he was confined to mental institutions for the rest of his life. So, perhaps one should see Dadd’s works as the traumatic exploration of being different, of being other to the West.

An interesting painting in this regard is ‘Contradiction’, which is about Oberon and Titania fighting over the Indian boy in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, when the East inspires conflict and overturns the order of nature, as in Shakespeare’s play. The Indian boy seems to be pulling Oberon into nature and its world. Elsewhere, in the Bethlem period and beyond, nature similarly seems to be overtaking the male characters and their portraits too. Portrait of a Young Man, 1853 is enmeshed in nature, as are the figures in Bacchanalian Scene, 1862.

Why does madness make the art of Dadd interesting? Why does difference impose such a trauma on this Western artist? Why are we, the public, in love with the artist’s madness? Is any of us really beyond Bedlam?

20.08.2026 – Travel Diary: Sambourne House, Nigo exhibition at the Design Museum, Japan House, The Whitechapel Gallery

The day began with reading the news and meditation followed by chi building, light weights, a shower and breakfast. Language learning was next. Harry Potter in French, Urdu and Hindi. BBC Punjabi news and short stories for beginners in French and Spanish, a page each. On the commute to the first destination, I read Let’s Talk by Nihal Arthanayake, all about the art of conversation. I would finish the book during the day. My first finished book in a while as I am reading a few all together.

Sambourne House

A time capsule into the Victorian past with an overwhelmingly beautiful maximalist aesthetic. It was truly glorious to step into each room and look over the cherished family objects, many of them bought at auction and at bargain prices such as the chipped plates that were displayed on the wall. What added to the fascination was reading the room guides and learning how the family had acquired the objects and delving into their lives, how they truly lived on a day to day basis. For one house, there was so much to do.

The visit began with a video introduction to Linley the artist, the family and the house. The son Roy who had taken up the house was one of those boys that could not get on with education I noted, and had never managed to take the degree at Oxford.

The list of objects were intriguing. From the make do conservatory to the walking stick that had been manufactured from a crocodile spine, there was a glorious array. Roy’s room was full of photographs of actresses from the time, there were Linley’s cameras lying around, photographs of nudes, and a peculiar turtle shaped object near the fireplace which turned out to be a container for cigarettes.

At the end of the visit, as I was recircling the rooms, one of the volunteers came to speak with me alongside the fountain of all knowledge there who was called Stephen. We chatted about volunteering in these heritage sites and about some of the attractions around London.

Nigo Exhibition at the Design Museum

I went to this exhibition because I just happened to be in the area after Sambourne house. The story that they were telling about Nigo was that he wanted to rebel against the conformism in Japanese society. And therefore, he had gone to America and the west. As I pondered upon this tale, looking over his designs which I was not very partial to, all of the ugliest of American design copied out, I thought to myself why these non-Western people seem to think of the West as a revolution. All Nigo had done was to substitute American conformism with Japanese conformism. It was ridiculous. Yet they thought it was Revolution. Yes, it is Revolution to slavishly mimic the art and culture of the bullies in the world. To fawn over the powerful. Yes, that is the essence of Revolution.

I noted though, with a wry smile, that at the end of the exhibition, Nigo had become a Japanese tea master and learnt how to make Japanese porcelain in the old way. At least that was encouraging. He had gone to the west to rebel but had returned to his roots.

Japan House

After a lunch of reduced price sushi from Tesco’s, I had a quick look upstairs here as I had seen the exhibition downstairs about photography before. As usual, it was a delight to look over the tatami mats, the pearl jewellery, the wooden rings, the pottery and the dishes made out of lacquered wood, the stationery and the beautiful pens. To admire the Japanese infusion of art into everything that they do. I returned to the display about bamboo and reluctantly left the place.

The Whitechapel Gallery

I met up with a friend and she and I invested the ‘patchwork’ theme of the artworks downstairs, including a video of the bespoke suit industry, the contrast of Islamic carpet textiles inside with the British world outside in a series of photographs of windows (perhaps about the religious Islamic view of the world?) a gold and textile screen which hid a video and poetry about Chinese immigrants in Britain and also a video about Bengali muslin producers.

As we were down there, we were informed of a speech by Fozia Ismail about ‘A Song for the Xeedho’, about knot making from a Somali nomadic community of women. The speech was interesting and went on for about an hour. I saw the artwork as a reaction against Western art and its values. The art was communal, not individualistic. It was from a women’s tradition and not patriarchal. It was by nomads and not the settled. It was handicraft rather than fine art.

Upstairs, we saw some beautiful greenery made out of bronze and paint, saw an exhibition where you tasted Bengali food and then a video about Punjabi women in the fields talking about their life. We also saw the exhibition on the ‘OITIJ-JO Collective: TUFAN’. I took a series of photographs of my friend with the artworks throughout.

Items read today commuting to and fro from places:

New York Times

The Metro

The Financial Times

The Transalpine Gazette

The Red Bulletin

Music listened to today:

Batwara 1947 – The Movie Soundtrack

Nindiya Pari from Gandhi Talks

I finished off the day with wings, fries and a mountain chicken fillet burger at Chicken Cottage washed down with a tropical Pepsi. And a phone call with my girlfriend just before I got the tube back home at Liverpool Street.

My qualifications outside of work and study

13.08.2026

Today, the ‘A’ Level results are coming in for my family, so I was thinking about education and opportunities in life. These are completed certificates for study that I have done outside of work and formal higher education in my own spare time. While they show my intelligence, drive, ambition, hard work, commitment, curiosity, motivation, drive and initiative, the only course that got me to where I wanted at the time was the Leadership Essentials Course. Which begs the question – what type of education do we actually value and reward in this society? Thoughts from a lifelong learner with five degrees including a PhD.

– Mckinsey Leadership Essentials Course

– Business and Administration Level 2

– CUST105: Customer Service (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– Principles of Inbound Marketing (Hubspot)

– L2 Certificate in the Principles of Warehousing and Storage

– NCFE Level 2 Certificate in Creative Craft (Floristry)

– The Advocacy Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Programme (British Council)

– The Communication Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Programme (British Council)

– An Introduction to Cultural Journalism in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Programme (British Council)

– The Cultural Relations and Cultural Diplomacy Introduction Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– The Cultural Strategy Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– The Culture and Creativity Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– The Digital Communication Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– Project Management in Culture Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– The Proposal Writing Course in the Framework of the Culture and Creativity Council (British Council)

– ARTH101 – Art Appreciation (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– PHIL304 – Existentialism (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– PSYCH101 – Introduction to Psychology (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– COMM001 – Principles of Human Communication (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– SOC101 – Introduction to Sociology (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

– ENGL405 – The American Renaissance (University Level Module – Saylor Academy)

so much to say

04.06.2026

S: Have you ever wondered why the words never run out?

A: What do you mean?

S: I write and speak often of the same topics. India, racism, cynicism, pessimism, oppression, duty, courage, the life of a writer and an intellectual, marginalisation, alienation, depression. But the words never run out. There is an unlimited universe of language about these things.

A: You keep on spinning and spinning out this web.

S: And so does everyone. The spewers of hate have an unlimited amount of hate. The structure of racism is all pervading and systematic in this society and creates an unending spiral of words too.

A: Why spend your time dissecting and analysing racism?

S: Indeed. It makes no difference. The rational cannot fight the irrational. Knowledge cannot win over ignorance and prejudice.

A: You believe that?

S: Do you have the experience of being a genius in this world? Genius is unwanted. Why do you think there are so few geniuses? What they want is the malleable cretin. And that is what most are. Gullible. Weak. Impotent. Why else would this society be like it is?

A: You believe that only you have your wits about you? You believe that only you are strong? That only you are powerful?

S: The genius is the revolutionary. The genius is the hope of the Oppressed. Oppression cannot have genius. It can only have idiocy and slaves.

A: And we come to it again. This is why your words never run out. Because all you do is boast.

S: People read these boasts time and time again.

A: You have only a handful of readers.

S: So what? Those that have many readers and listeners are corrupt in their thoughts and their minds. Their fans worship hate and intolerance.

A: What is surprising is not so much that there is this unending stream of words in you, but the incomprehensible fact that anyone pays attention to anything that you are saying.

S: What they see in this stream of words is the eternity of the truth. And the limitlessness of true genius. You laugh. It is good to see a friend laughing, when what we see most every day are the tears of those closest to us.

the ignorant and prejudiced majority

09.05.2026

S: What is clear in this world is that it is the ignorant and prejudiced majority that drives it.

A: The occasion for this statement?

S: Look at the local election results in England. They have voted for Reform. Reform is a one policy party: hate. All that they can deliver is hate. Yet this is what these fools vote for. Before that, it was the Tory racists. Again, look at Trump in America. For an important political decision, to choose their leaders and representatives, they choose those that are full of hate.

A: They always insist that they are not racists.

S: That is because racism is banned by the law. They do not want to have criminal records for hate crime. Yet what else are they but racists? Just because they are not openly allowed to avow their sentiments, you cannot say that they are not racists. So, despite the fact that everyone hates what I say, I am the one that is right. This culture is based upon racism. That is the key aspect of this culture. Racism. Hatred of the diversity and inclusivity that is the culture of India and Punjab, the openness to the world and its people. Hatred of love.

A: Do you think you can change this culture by condemning them?

S: They are not human. Why pretend that they are? They are monsters. How long have we been trying to teach them not to be racists? We are talking about hundreds of years. Look at them though. They are contemptuous. You cannot make a monster into a human. Theoretically you might think so. They are sick. Their culture is sick. Instead of getting better, they get worse. Yet when you listen to their lip service in their society, they are saying that they have inclusivity and diversity, that the rights of minorities, women and others are being respected. Look at the statistics though. The statistics tell a very different story. They are completely against any form of difference. Everyone knows the open secret at the heart of this society.

A: Therefore, you will keep on writing about how contemptuous they are?

S: Why not? What can they do about it? It is, after all, the truth. You cannot deny or hide the truth of things. They are racists, their culture is racism. They are full of hate. They cannot accept anything other than themselves. They celebrate hate. They make speeches by hate. And they are appeased by hate. They choose their leaders based on hate. While there might be a few exceptions here and there, it is clear what the majority of them think.

Dr. Suneel Mehmi: Academic Summary

Suneel Mehmi is a British independent scholar whose work moves across English literature, film, and law, and is grounded in the interdisciplinary field of law and literature. What distinguishes his scholarship is a sustained attempt to uncover what he conceptualises as the legal unconscious: the hidden structures—psychological as much as cultural—through which law shapes how meaning is produced, authority is recognised, and subjects are formed. Drawing on both legal theory and psychoanalytic thought, Mehmi approaches interpretation not as a neutral act, but as a site where power is internalised, repeated, and sometimes resisted.

His academic training in both law and literature informs a method that is at once theoretically rigorous and critically flexible. Across his work, Mehmi returns to a central concern: that the authority of law depends not only on institutions, but on the ways individuals come to feel that authority as natural, necessary, and even desirable. It is in this affective and unconscious dimension that his work is most distinctive.

This concern is developed in his monograph, Law, Literature and the Power of Reading: Literalism and Photography in the Nineteenth Century (2021), where Mehmi revisits the debate around “literal” and “critical” reading. Rather than simply rejecting literalism, he interrogates the criticism of literalism, showing how so-called idealist or critical readings can reproduce their own forms of interpretive authority. What appears to be a move toward freedom—reading beyond the surface—can become another way of regulating meaning and privileging certain readers. In this sense, both literal and anti-literal approaches participate in a deeper structure of control. Photography, as it appears in nineteenth-century literature, disrupts this dynamic by introducing a visual logic that resists both forms of reading, pointing to the limits of interpretation itself.

Mehmi’s psychoanalytic orientation becomes especially pronounced in his work on film and literature, where he explores how legal authority is internalised at the level of desire, fear, and fantasy. In his reading of the Hindi film Beta (1992), he develops a striking account of what he terms a Western “Asian mother phobia.” Here, psychoanalysis becomes a tool for understanding cultural difference: while Western frameworks often cast the powerful mother as a source of anxiety or excess, Indian legal and cultural traditions can position her as a legitimate and central figure of authority.

In Beta, the maternal figure operates not only as a social authority but as an unconscious one. Her power is sustained through emotional bonds, guilt, and identification—mechanisms that psychoanalysis helps to bring into focus. Mehmi shows how the film stages a complex drama of attachment and control, in which obedience is not simply imposed but desired. The mother’s authority is thus both juridical and psychic, revealing how law can be internalised as part of the subject’s own structure of feeling. The apparent stability of this authority, however, is shadowed by tension, suggesting the fragility of the very order it sustains.

A similarly psychoanalytic sensitivity informs Mehmi’s readings of the work of Roald Dahl. In Dahl’s fiction, Mehmi identifies a world structured by violence, punishment, and exaggerated authority figures, where the child is positioned in relation to often grotesque forms of adult power. Rather than reading these elements simply as moral fantasy or dark humour, Mehmi treats them as expressions of deeper unconscious dynamics. Authority in Dahl’s work is at once feared and desired, resisted and reproduced—mirroring the ambivalence that psychoanalysis locates at the heart of subject formation.

Through this lens, Dahl’s stories become more than children’s literature; they are sites where the legal unconscious is vividly staged. The stark divisions between good and bad, justice and injustice, reveal an underlying struggle over how authority is recognised and legitimised. Mehmi’s readings show how these narratives both challenge and reaffirm structures of control, allowing readers to imaginatively confront—and yet remain within—the frameworks that govern them.

Mehmi’s work on race and gender, particularly in his analysis of Annihilation (2018), further extends this psychoanalytic approach. There, he explores how difference is managed through processes that are at once spatial, visual, and unconscious, revealing how law-like structures regulate what is perceived as other or threatening.

Alongside these major interventions, his contributions to venues such as the Literary London Journal explore how urban space itself can be “read” through similar dynamics, shaped by unseen norms that organise belonging, exclusion, and movement within the city.

Across all of Mehmi’s work—including studies of Henry James—a consistent insight emerges: that law operates not only through rules, but through the unconscious life of interpretation. By bringing psychoanalysis into dialogue with law and literature, Mehmi reveals how authority is not simply imposed from outside, but lived from within—felt, imagined, and reproduced in the very act of making meaning.

the poetics of marginalisation and the counter culture

28.04.2026

A: When one reads what you write, the substance is made up of a response to rejection, exclusion, hostility, heartbreak. Can you not write anything positive?

S: Those that have been included and valued can write something that conveys the satisfaction and the security that they feel. Those that have been rewarded, accepted and loved. I can only convey my experience of life.

A: Have you ever wondered whether it is something in you which is why you are treated as you are?

S: No. Because everything that is in me is in Punjabi culture. I am not me, I am Punjab. And they have tried to marginalise and exclude and restrict Punjab.

A: You have no personality?

S: I have a Punjabi personality. As I say, I am Punjab. We are loud. We are audacious. We are brave. We are hard working.

A: How do you know that what you suffer is not just what a genius has to suffer in this world? There are many articles about this. That because you are clever you will never get on with others that are not on your same level. You cannot stoop to the levels of their superficiality, you are too intense and full of deep thought. Then, remember, you have that condition which is also not conducive to society.

S: Those articles are untrue. They are based on generalisations. I say the same thing to you as I say to everyone. You have not met these people. You do not know what they are like. You cannot judge relationships from the outside, only from the inside. Don’t try to gaslight someone’s experience of things.

A: You would make the standard completely subjective?

S: What is so objective about you, the outside observer? Are you not subjective? I trust myself more than anyone else. I know that I am the reliable narrator. It is this world that is unreliable with their tired assumptions that can never take into account racism. It is just a fact that whenever you talk about racism here, people pretend that there is something else. Always something else, never racism. Funny that. When I have found that racism is their whole society. They have nothing else. The whole point of how they live and act and treat people is racism. They are racists. That is the truth.

A: And what is the key to the poetics of the marginalised and the counter culture?

S: The key is love. We are full of love in a world that has no love. We have right judgement in a world that has no justice or judgement. We have respect and honour, enough to give to others. They don’t.

the history book

11.04.2026

Alfonso and I had spent the day at another attraction, marvelling at the history of technology. We had been amused by one of the volunteers who had quite a quick turn for words and had been answering the questions of Alfonso in a droll and winsome manner. My friend was wearing his usually stunning arrangement of costly materials. This time, a blue blazer with cream trousers and a light flamingo pink shirt.

As we walked together home in the mild climes of April this year, Alfonso was asking me about my writing plans.

‘You don’t have any shortage of ideas, do you?’ he inquired of me.

‘I am the flood. It all comes. Too much altogether. I could write a novel every week. The trick is to have no censor and to let the explosion happen. I write without even thinking about anything. I tap into the unconscious.’

‘And what is the dream of a book that you have at the moment?’

‘Why not write a little heavy tome about history?’

‘What type of history?’ asked Alfonso, looking dreamily up at the clouds in the sky. One of which resembled the buttocks of a goat.

‘History books,’ I mused, ‘ don’t very often talk about how history has shaped a particular life of an ordinary man. How the personal is the acutely political. Look at me though. First, I have been shaped by the Partition, since my grandmother had to leave the newly created Pakistan for India and lost all of her belongings as a child. Second, my grandfather? He was a child when Independence happened in India. So he became the philosophy of Indian Independence. My mother? She escaped from the forced sterilisation of the poor as a schoolgirl and that is why I was even born in the first place. Then, add on the World War which caused the deaths of the young men and the labour shortage that meant my grandfather was invited to the United Kingdom to work. The new freedoms for women in the sixties meant that my grandmother worked to support the home. I have been brought up as a young man amidst the xenophobia and racism that erupted following 9/11, since everyone took me, with my brown skin, as a Muslim man. Then, look at the thousands of years of caste oppression in India that has made me what I am, as well as the military culture of Punjab, which has always fought against oppression and the tyrant.’

‘Why don’t you write this book and about how history has affected your life?’

‘Because of the igorance of the reader. They would have a Dua Lipa tell them what to read and promote her as an expert, with her lack of any serious credentials or hard work in the subject of literature. Because she is famous and she fits into the majority culture. Whereas I am not included in the majority culture and I do not have fame or connections, and therefore my serious credentials would be absolutely ignored and no one would read or understand anything that I wrote because of their stupidity. I wouldn’t be surprised if the next thing was that Dua Lipa becomes, in their stunted eyes, a ‘literary novelist’ or a ‘poet’. Laughable.’

We walked on together in this life where there was no fair competition, no meritocracy, and no justice. Where the absolutely pedestrian rose to the heights of every endeavour and captured the shallow and undiscerning hearts of what was surely the worse audience in history.

Writer Biography of Dr. Suneel Mehmi

In the contemporary landscape of British letters, Dr Suneel Mehmi stands as a singular voice bridging the rigid structures of jurisprudence and the fluid boundaries of visual culture. A writer, scholar, and artist based in East London, Mehmi’s career began in the high-octane environment of student journalism, serving as a contributor to the London School of Economics’ The Beaver and later as the Lead Editor for the University of Westminster’s newspaper. This foundational period birthed his 2023 collection, Juvenalia, and established a writing style that is at once rigorous and vibrantly accessible—a “popular academic” tone that treats the law not merely as a set of rules, but as a literary genre that dictates how we perceive reality.

Mehmi’s intellectual trajectory is defined by a fascination with the construction of authority and identity. His seminal monograph, Law, Literature and the Power of Reading (Routledge, 2023), argues that the rise of photography and legal literalism in the nineteenth century fundamentally altered the human psyche. This interdisciplinary lens extends into his sharp cultural criticism, where he deconstructs modern media with surgical precision. Whether he is exploring the eco-horror and gender dynamics of Natalie Portman’s Annihilation, dissecting the gendered power plays in the Bollywood classic Beta, or uncovering the linguistic weight of Charles Dickens’ pseudonym in his article “The Power Name Boz,” Mehmi reveals the hidden ideological machinery behind our most beloved stories.

This versatility is most visible on his popular blog, Diary of a Lone Man, where his most widely read pieces pivot from dense theory to the universal language of emotion. His deep dives into Hindi cinema have garnered a dedicated following, blending nostalgic appreciation with academic rigour to explain why Bollywood resonates so deeply with the global diaspora. Central to his digital output is an ongoing, lyrical exploration of the concept of love—treating it not just as a sentiment, but as a transformative force capable of defying social hierarchies. This philosophical curiosity is mirrored in his art book Paisley, where he serves as writer, designer, and illustrator, proving that his creative reach is as expansive as his academic depth.

Beyond the ivory tower, Mehmi remains a writer of profound social conscience. As a journalist for The Borgen Project, he has produced vital reports on the Punjab floods, pivoting from cultural theory to humanitarian advocacy with seamless ease. His work is deeply informed by his Dalit heritage, a theme that vibrates through his creative output, such as Dish of Flowering Scents (2024), where he weaves personal reflection with the global struggle for Dalit rights. Ultimately, Suneel Mehmi represents a modern-day flâneur of the archive. Through his original synthesis of law, art, and activism, he reminds us that a film, a flood report, and a Dickensian pen name are all interconnected threads in a larger tapestry of power and memory.

experiencing racism

24.02.2026

S: Someone was directly and unashamedly racist to me today. In the news this week, there is racism in sport. Players are being subjected to hate crime, thousands of messages a week. In film, there is racism. At the BAFTAs, someone used a racial slur. And in politics, all you have are these racists.

A: I notice you are not swearing.

S: That’s because of the censorship board that sits there. They never censor racism. Only when you criticise racism. We all know who they love.

A: What happened to you today? What was this racism?

S: I was helping some elderly people. Then this old man asked me what my name was. He didn’t understand it, so he had to ask to read it. Then, he said ‘Is that your real name? Has it been shortened? Because when these people come over here, they shorten their names and use different names.’

A: How was that racist?

S: It’s good you asked. Because in this racist culture, that would count as normal conversation even though it is so offensive. It is racist because it was my grandfather that came over. It is racist because this guy doubted that I was using my real name, like I was some criminal or something. It is racist because he assumed that I wasn’t British and had come over recently even though I’ve been born and bred in Great Britain. It was racist because he couldn’t even accept my answer to his question because I was different from him.

A: What did you do?

S: I looked at this ignoramus and smiled at him. Because in my culture, we treat the elderly with respect. And I knew that he would never stop being a racist. If I had said something, he would have taken offence and kicked up a fuss. Because an ethnic minority man was challenging his racist behaviour. I wasn’t racist to him. I didn’t look at his skin and assume he would be a racist. I didn’t prejudge him.

A: What is the solution to ending racism?

S: You can’t stop these idiots being ignorant. They always say that they didn’t realise how offensive they were. They say that you have to excuse our ignorance. They are ignorant on purpose. They read papers that are full of hate. They listen to politicians that are full of hate. They defend each other’s racism and teach it in schools and in their films and books and TV shows. They are a culture of deliberate ignorance and distancing from anyone perceived as different.

A: Why tell about it?

S: What else is there? Except to point out that their whole culture is one of racism. Even when you are helping them, that is the treatment that you get. And when you point it out like I do? They hate you even more. Because you dared to tell the truth about how they treated you because you were an ethnic minority man.

A: Feelings?

S: Just confirms what I think of this racist culture. There is no surprise. Someone on my level should be sitting at the top of this society. I am not because of their racism. Even when I was with the one I am with, someone shouted at me in a car to go back home when I was with her recently. That is what this is.