I will come to your door multiple times ... and I will ring the bell and run away

When the person you love becomes distant ... then you have to love hatred itself

Drink some wine of my eyesight from the jar of my eyes ... forget my heart, you can take my life

There are thousands intoxicated by the passion of these eyes ... and it is said that there are thousands of bars in this world ... but there are thousands of lovers of this lighted candle

You will call my dog, a dog!

You son of Ghajini!

You have the time to forbid God ... and I found my whole life small, even to commit a single crime

I haven't understood this system till today ... if you drive fast on the road then the police catches you ... but if you drive fast in a race then you are rewarded

Hey you first cousin of an ant

You simply tell me the name ... I will do the final rituals of their bones

If you ask for flatbreads then you will get slaps

The newspaper comes later ... first the people of this colony spread the news

The demand ... drives the supply