The Comedy 'Mahatma' Didn't Do

This blog post was originally posted on 23rd July, 2026 on davidrichardindividual.blogspot.com.

The Comedy

My name is David Richard. I am very proud to my name. It is my name that helped make rest of myself except flesh and bones.

The name given to me at birth is Suraj Vishwakarma. I was born in Amihit, Uttar Pradesh, a rural village to say the least, on eastern part of Uttar Pradesh, India.

I was a great observer of surroundings and always ask questions. My this habit of asking questions and keeping questions, was limited with me, I was alone in my ability to see and speak. But I could speak because I had a listener, except him everyone else, were followers of a regime, village regime, —a mere branch of the tree that I'll later learn unites the Northern India.

He was my father. My relationship with my father, to whom today I don't even want my name associate to, I was most connected and admired his spirit for change. He was the man who could speak, who spoke, and later broken up from within I cannot ever write in any book.

I have changed my name in 2015, at 19–20 years of age. My life so far divides in two parts; Pre-2015 and Post-2015. My education was destroyed, I've been able to study as far as to obtain my 10th certificate. Pre-2015, is a growing child to adulthood with a dream of becoming a Writer, not aware of that the world surrounds him is a show for most part, that his life is already part of a village regime and a cult. 2015, is a change brought up by my father, I have changed my name. Post-2015, is the name I tried to become, search that never stopped, saved my life, and I could see.

While writing this, you may find as I'm not explaining everything openly, and you are right, I am not, and because I cannot; one intimidated by the terrorist organization can speak openly, one intimidated by tribal means, by a cult, cannot, because there're layers of things, involvement of a large population blended in in everything around. It's a method they employ, take a person to sacrifice as a collateral to a past message, to show their authority today, to the village; a sacrifice for containment, a psychological containment, to keep the population there where they are. It's a topic of research for one to do to know the fact of it.

I wanted to become a Writer. I've written so many things since my 20s, but it's the formal education I lacked. The credit for my knowledge and English also goes to my name, I self studied topic of my interest on internet since 2015.

I WILL BECOME A WRITER.

Till that time, here are some of my poetry written a few years earlier (I had no idea by then that I'll be persecuted by tribal means by this cult in such sophisticated psychological way that I'll be bound to stay indoor, taking advantage of the fact nothing is verbal, yet everyone is involved);

https://archive.org/details/no-more-fairer-by-david-richard