Go Simran ... go live your life ... go my child go

In the eyes of the world the dead people don't come back ... otherwise life itself gets distressed

Breaks do fail oftenly when one is young

To follow the procedure one has to add clarified butter to the homa (ritual) ... but with that same fire one can burn the house down also

I'll cut you into so many pieces that you won't be recognized

He is a lover, a mad guy, a crazy guy

The money applied in a business ... is like a frog stuck in the teeth of a snake

Mogambo is happy

You guys who are giving a space to live to my enemies ... I will not give any space for your pyres to burn

Grass and enmity can grow anywhere and anytime

A good swimmer ... does not flow away in the storm waves ... instead he makes those waves as his boat

If a man has brains ... then he can sell his sorrow also

I used to think that I was the biggest scoundrel in the world ... but you've shown such sneakiness in the end ... that I have become a slave of your sneakiness

Needs have cut my wings ... bread has become shackles of my legs

Oh wow sweets ... sweet as your love and soft as my heart

I will kill this scoundrel in such a way ... that God will end this system of reincarnation

The life that collides with me ... sobs in despair and dies

Money is so strange ... no matter how much one gets ... it just doesn't seem enough

This is a court, not a temple or a shrine where wishes and desires get fulfilled ... here we don't bring incense sticks and coconuts ... instead we show solid proofs and witnesses

Where my voice can reach ... there my bullet can also reach