Why do I write?

Many friends ask me, why? Why do I write?

“This is not your business, then why?” they say. None of your business.

But it is from this very thought that every foolishness gains a new lease of life.

We have drawn our own lines and locked ourselves in cages.
And each cage has been given a beautiful name.
Some call it Hindu, some Muslim, some Jain. Some bind it by language, some by caste, some by profession, some by government jobs, some by political parties—and the list goes on.

This is nothing less than an identity crisis for humankind.

To free oneself from these cages is to be just to the very idea of being human.

Justice is the most beautiful intangible concept ever discovered on Earth.
Justice is a social design of empathy. It is responsibility.

For me, being locked into any one cage is an injustice against life itself, which soon expands into a broader social injustice.
To remain blind, for me, is treason against the nation.
To live in fear and greed, for me, is treason against the nation.
To be selfish is treason.
To remain silent is treason.

A people who believe in rebirth cannot be so terrified—this would be hypocrisy.

If fear of consequences stops you from speaking the truth, will you still remain silent? Then I see Munshi Premchand before me.

When you step out of these cages, on an energy level, you touch heights. That is when you truly begin to understand Munshi. You’ve heard a lot, but then you begin to see. You begin to recognize those great souls. You start to perceive truth in its abstract form.

The same truth, the same sun—Premchand too had seen it.

He connected justice with divinity in his “Panch Parmeshwar.” Not God, but godliness.
Every person who stands by truth and lives up to justice—that itself is the vision of God, that itself is godliness. There is no God sitting somewhere waiting for you.

In his story, Khala asks Algu whether he will shy away from doing justice for fear of losing his friendship with Jumman.
That, too, is a cage. Its name is “friendship.” What a beautiful name, isn’t it?

I too have seen many friends walk away—big names, powerful people—but never did I carry the burden of friendship against justice, not even for a moment.

For me, silence itself is betrayal of justice.

And betraying justice is nothing but rejecting the very essence of being human.

that is it, for the day!