In a bus oil burns and in a horse cart the blood of the animal burns

Forget all the stars, the flowers, the spring season, and remember the first kiss which was fire and calm as well ... now it's just you, your appearance, your youth, your fun ... now it's just my breathes that are warming your eyelids ... the heart only tries to convince that the two bodies should become one ... no one has control in front of this scene

In Mumbai less work gets done and more strikes do happen ... sometimes the taxi drivers are on strike, sometimes the bus drivers are on strike, sometimes the mill workers are on strike ... and sometimes when they don't have a reason to strike then they strike to practice for a strike

If I ever get married again then I'll marry such a beautiful girl ... who looks like Sridevi when she enters a hotel, Madhuri Dixit when she is sitting in the drawing room, and Kimi Khaatpar when she is in the room inside ... I mean Katkar

You're looking weak, your hair is not made, there are black spots beneath your eyes ... who has made this condition of yours my child?

She has long hair from Bengal, beautiful body from UP (Uttar Pradesh), fair colour from Kashmir, black eyes from Madras ... it looks like the whole of India is collected in one person

In love the air flowing in the world of lightened flowers is cold ... no matter how much fire burns of romance, the air is still cold

Get up, fight it and win ... to win you don't need anyone's permission, nor anyone's recommendation

If you want to fulfill your dreams then learn to stay awake