Cops die after hearing my name

I'm not a policeman myself but I'm such a soldier of the law ... who himself doesn't wear the police uniform ... but instead I make the criminals wear the uniform of death

Open your mouth less and keep your mind open more

He doesn't even know the difference between software and underwear

Sometimes the distance between heaven and the world ... is just one step

I am the past and the future of this world

When I offer something ... then no one says no

Even if I don't get any medal in my life ... but I won't even let a small mark of the size of the medal come on this uniform

The one who uses a weapon is not courageous ... because he believes in his weapon more than himself ... which can betray him anytime ... but your courage, your strength, can never betray you

What a great place Mumbai is, our Mumbai ... the chutney of vada pav, the phirni (sweet) of Mahim, the pushing in the local trains, the eunuchs at a traffic signal ... the traffic, the garbage, the trash, the tantrums of rickshaw and taxi ... the fight with the fish lady, the bhel, the pani-puri, the ragda ... places like Wadala, Chakala, Bandra, somewhere there is the maid Sakku and somewhere there is Sandra ... the aunt's location, bloody the pothole on the main road ... my friend however it is ... our Mumbai is our own

There is some sweet coldness in the air ... and there is some strange fragrance in the light of the moon

The last chapter of every story is the most important

One who puts his hand inside a snake hole ... also knows how to remove its poison

Crime is his profession ... and money is his religion

In life there are some sorrows ... with which a person has a relationship for the entire life

A husband is someone whom a wife worships as god ... and a person who does injustice on a weak and helpless woman is not called a husband ... but he is called a devil

Humiliation for a man is more shameless than the rape of a woman

If a mosquito sucks our blood even while we sleep ... then we kill him ... but these goons shed our blood even when we are awake ... and we don't do anything about it

I used to think that destiny of a person is written by god sitting in the sky ... but you have written my destiny and that to not with black ink ... but with red blood

Just like an uninvited guest in a wedding ... don't lose your life in an unwanted shootout