One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.

Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself - (belching corruption and farting discontent!)

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.

Love never comes with a brochure of rules and regulations, a prospectus with guides of what is acceptable and what is abominable. It’s a standard to follow your heart, and that’s what I did and if doing that hurt you, then I’m sorry… sorry for coming in your life and wasting your time, for causing you an anguish so great that you could not bear the sight of me. Today, I am proud to stand up and honour myself and proclaim to the world… yes, I loved someone more than myself. I loved someone truly, madly, deeply!