I shed my blood where you were sweating ... I considered you even bigger than a big brother ... but bloody you turned out to be a big rascal

What good is a book which doesn't have a cover ... and what good is a girl who doesn't have a lover

He looked at you from different different angles ... and you hate him with different different sandals

A lie is like a prostitute ... no matter how much you keep it behind the curtain, you cannot hide it's reality

Truth will not be buried in a grave which is dug by the hands of a lie

Delays are there in a court house ... but it doesn't have Bandra and Andheri in it

What good is a mustache which is not turned ... and what good is a beautiful body which is not teased