Hindustan se gaddari karne waalon ka raasta ... seedhe kabristan jaata hai

The path for people who are unfaithful to India ... goes straight to the graveyard

Yeh hamara mulk hai ... aur hum iske jism par loot ke zakhm nahin dekh sakte

This is my country ... and I cannot see loot marks on its body

Woh kehte hai mera desh uska nahi, phir kyun mere ghar woh rehti hai ... woh kehte hai main us jaisa nahi, phir kyun mujh jaisi woh lagti hai

They say that my country is not her's, then why does she live in my house ... they say that I am not like her, then why does she look like me

Is vardi ka rang khaki kis liye hai pata hai? ... kyun ki yeh rang us mitti ka bhi hai jis mein har policewaala milne ke liye bhi aur milaane ke liye bhi tayar hai

Do you know why the color of this uniform is khaki? ... because this color is also of the land for which every policeman it ready to die for and to kill for

Dushman ka border ho ya dee hui zubaan ... Hindustani sipahi peeche nahi hatta

Whether it is the enemies border or a promise ... an Indian soldier never steps back

Chalis saal pehle ek aur aadmi tha joh kanoon ke khilaaf tha ... aaj hum uss aadmi ko Bapu kehte hai

40 years back, there was one more man who was against the law ... today we call him Gandhi

Yeh mulk toh meri maa hai ... aur Mumbai shehar meri mashooka

This country is my mother ... and the city of Mumbai is my love

Joh desh ke liye ladte hai ... unki maut ka countdown unki pehli saans ke saath shuru ho jaata hai

Those who fight for their country ... the countdown of their death starts with their first breath

Mujhe hamesha lagta tha ki duniya mein do tarah ke insaan hote hain ... ek joh chupchap maut ka daman thaam lete hain ... aur doosre joh rote chilaate maut ki taraf badhte hain ... aur phir main teesre kisam ke insaanon se mila

I always thought that in the world there are two kinds of people ... one who go silently to their death ... and second who go crying and screaming to their death ... and then I met the third kind

Apne hi desh mein mehmaan bankar koi khush kaise ho sakta hai

How can one be happy by becoming a guest in their own country

Mil jaate hai kuch officers hum mein todhe pagal, todhe adhiyal ... jinke dimaag mein sirf desh aur desh bhakti ghumti rehti hai ... yeh desh ke liye marna nahi chahte, balki jeena chahte hai ... taki aakhri saans tak desh ki rakhsha kar sake

We do get some officers who are a little mad, a little stubborn ... in whose mind only country and patriotism keeps moving ... these people don't want to die for their country, instead they want to live ... so that they can protect their country till their last breath

Main mere desh ke liye jaan de sakta hoon ... aur pyar ke liye jaan le sakta hoon

I can give my life for my country ... and can take a life for love

Yeh joh vote hai na yeh kagaz ka tukda nahi hai ... ki dabbe mein daala aur chal diye ... yeh vote tumhare parivar, tumhare desh, uski unnati ki parchi hai ... yeh toh do dhaari talwar hai joh dono taraf se kaatti hai ... theek jagah pade toh desh khushal aur galat jagah pade toh desh ka satyanash

A vote is not a piece of paper ... that you put in a box and move on ... a vote is a paper for the betterment of your family, your country ... it's a double edged sword which cuts from both sides ... if it falls in the right place then the country is happy and if it falls in the wrong place then the country is destroyed

Bechkar imaan kamai daulat toh insaan kya ... namak khaya jis watan ka, ussi ka na hua toh Musalman kya

What good is a person who has made money by selling his honesty ... if you're not true to the country that gives you food, then you're not a Muslim

Aaj se tumhari har goli par desh ke dushman ka naam likha hoga

From today on every bullet of yours there will be the name of the enemy of this country

Is chot ko apne dil aur dimaag par kayam rakhna ... kal yahi aasoon kranti ka sailaab bankar is mulk ki sari gandagi ko baha le jayenge

Continue to remember this wound on your heart and mind ... tomorrow these tears will become the flood of revolution and they will flow away all the dirtiness of this country

Aksar log mujhse poochte hai ki mera surname kya hai, jaati kya hai, dharam kya hai ... aur main unse muskurake kehta hoon ... ki is desh ke naam pe mere bauji ne mera naam Bharat rakha ... ab itne badhe naam ke aage jaati, dharam, surname lagake na toh apna aur na hi is desh ka maan kam kar sakta hoon

Often people ask me what's my surname, caste, religion ... and I smile and tell them that ... my father named me Bharat which is the name of our country ... now by adding my surname, caste, religion to my name, I can't reduce my pride nor that of my country

Shaheedon ke liye aasoon nahi bahaya karte ... unka apmaan hota hai

Don't shed tears for the martyred ... they get dishonored

Aap logon ko bas peeth par vaar karna aata hai ... par hum Hindustaniyon ne kabhi peeth dikhana seekha hi nahi hai

You guys only know how to attack behind the back ... but we Indians have never learnt how to turn our backs to someone

They asked us this question on a Friday, repeated it on Tuesday ... I'm just replying on Wednesday

They asked us this question on a Friday, repeated it on Tuesday ... I'm just replying on Wednesday