The stories of people who die for their country don't end ... the world will still remember me, but your traces won't even survive

Ink is cheap and blood is expensive ... it's not hard to use your ink for an ordinary paycheck ... but to shed your blood for an ordinary paycheck is not only bravery ... but also passion

The tongue is such a prostitute which doesn't stop wagging ... sometimes in front of us, sometimes in front of others

You yourself are a knife ... on the edge of which a person being cut will get cut, but he won't say a thing

You keep increasing the cruelty and I'll increase the patience ... I'll get erased but I'll erase you as well

Those who cannot give their lives to protect their dignity ... if such people step on my land ... then my land will become barren

Don't think that someone weak is standing in front of you ... the one who is called as Mr. Chauhan is your father and he is standing in front of you

People in love talk with their heads held high and not by bowing their heads down

Remember these 3 things my son ... never turn your face against the truth, never bow down in front of injustice, listen first to your heart ... because the first voice is that of god ... and then the devil speaks

The head of our morale can be chopped off ... but it won't bow down in front of you

Sarang can tolerate a squint eye ... but he can never tolerate an evil eye

A cancer patient can be treated but ... not a lover

I am one who loves the blood of my enemy ... and you are one who has become the enemy of your own blood

I fulfill my duty and that's why I am who I am, or else I would have been called useless ... and I would have taken bribe and would have been called someone who takes bribe

God always plays the game of cat and mouse ... sometimes he gives so much happiness that you can't handle it ... and sometimes he gives so much sorrow that you can't remove it from the heart

I have grown up with the pains that the people die with ... I have been nurtured under the tip of a knife and not in the lap of a mother

I know that your hands are very long, and that you know a lot of people ... but don't try to show me the power of a political attire in front of a police uniform ... because I can remove my police uniform and wear a political attire ... but your politician's cannot remove their attire and wear a police uniform

To get success in your motive ... more than strength you need to have courage

Every drop of my blood is indebted to your work

Just like the path is lonely without a traveller, the hair parting is lonely without vermilion, and life is lonely without love ... just like that without a mirror a window is lonely