No one has invented a condom for the pen yet. My pen is still sexy.

Friends meddle with my plan of work. I resent people dropping in for a chat.

I did subscribe to the freedom movement and I was much closer to the Congress than to the Akali party. It is a communal party.

I have never lost my temper. I let out my venom in my writing if I have to, but person-to-person, I have never lost my temper, never used abusive language.

I acquired long-lived parents. My mother died at 94. Father died at 90, holding a glass of whisky. I think that's the secret of longevity - to have long-lived parents. The rest is discipline.

I admit I have no forgiveness. If anyone is ever rude to me, however much they may try to make up, I can't bring myself to re-establish the old [connection]. And when they drop me, I have a sense of relief.

The last to learn of gossip are the parties concerned