I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring.

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.