Tomorrow I'll play Holi ... but in this Holi instead of colour powder, smoke will fly ... bullets will come out from guns instead of colour from water toys ... screams instead of songs ... and bodies will drop instead of modesty

When the time of a person ends ... then his feet automatically get him to the place ... where death is waiting for him with open arms

You have splashed my blood ... I will blow you into pieces

Eliminating the thorns of our path and erasing our enemies ... are the traditions of our family

In old age the body becomes useless ... but you've made your life useless itself

My dog has bitten me

Like an arrow that has left the bow can't come back ... like once the pyre has burned a person can't come back ... just like that a curse that I've given can't be taken back

No matter how sharp a sword is ... it never cuts it's own scabbard

A rope that can hang me ... has not been made till date

When something near to our heart gets a mark of wound ... then the pain starts in the heart

When the daughters and daughter-in-laws of our house step into the bog of humiliation ... then we bury them alive into the four walls of the mansion

The death of your entire family ... is written on the palm lines of my hand

Today my final enemy will die ... and then I will be called as the soul of the universe

A python does not kill its prey by biting it ... instead he wraps around it and crushes its bones into pieces ... and removes the air from its breath

Balraj doesn't forget his enemies until ... he makes them reach the cremation ground

The slower you take the revenge ... that much more fun it becomes

When old age waits for the youth ... then it has to wait a lot

The snores of a tiger are more dangerous than a barking dog

You don't enter a snakes hole and build enmity with the poisonous fangs ... or else along with blood even poison will enter your heart

Life doesn't live only on love ... for life to move you need money, relaxation, status