The war that a man cannot win with arrows and swords ... a woman can win that war with her tears

I can trust a poisonous snake ... but not you

Take out this belt of slavery from the neck and throw it away ... and wear the crown of the king of India

She came to my house, it is God's nature ... sometimes I see her and sometimes I see my house

From Bombay a life cannot go back ... only death can

That fool did a mistake and I showed him the trailer ... but the show from 9 to 12 is still there

I want that every man of India should live like a tiger ... or else die itself when he is born

When anyone challenges me ... then the blood in my veins starts to run at double its speed ... and I do something that even the God is scared to do

Keep your hands in the pocket ... because if I cast the spell of bad luck ... your hands will be separated from you

Don't go on the whiteness of this beard ... there is still so much oil in my heart ... that even the sea of Bombay will be embarrassed

Your territory is only 4 foot, which starts in this city and ends in this city itself ... but the territory of army men like us, starts from the top of Himalayas and goes till where the Ganges river ends

The sun can rise from the west instead of the east ... a flower can blossom in a desert but ... the thing that you want will never happen, understand!

Tell your men to throw away the guns ... otherwise no one will be left to cry on your bier

Your whip did not give me as many wounds ... as many as, that mark of disgrace gave me

You are one from those young men of this country ... who when stands captures the sky in the hand

A country cannot be protected by guns and tanks ... and neither can a war be won by atom bombs and machine guns ... a war is won is by strong intensions of humans

No one will even move a step from their place ... otherwise your step will come later and you will die first