When I Hung My Head Out Far Enough Vol. 1

if u want someone to do something for you, except that person to expect you to do something for him or her so that the enterprise you want him or her to plunge into is a piece of cake for him or her. always.

never expect a country (people) to be educated when you have seen them intently watching news about the loss of a police commissioner's pet dog.

india is a weird enough canopy of loathsome politicians and mysterious pontificators. in between are caught masses of hungry, uneducated, naked and sexually deprived children.

parents possess the power to possess by virute of some abstract emotional bonding. this abstraction will never let you venture out on first thoughts.

marijuana is the consumable that is the single-most dangerous threat to organized politics.

"the voice of the people is the voice of god," said the romans. "No," said I.

Conscience is a hereditary characteristic. Nothing divine.

A crowd of people stood and stared. Each one saw the same thing. Each one had the same opinion.

still each one wanted to show how his/her opinion was superior.

"the drunken poltician raped my daughter," said the villager. "your daughter was a seductress," replied HIS nation. such is the greatness of India. The English smirked!

the will of the dada is the law of his para. indians are comfortable subjects of this righteousness.

The indian youth is a victim of the idea that india's culture is the richest.

every indian thinks that the inside of every room is morally theirs.
every indian thinks he/she has the moral right to strangers' bedrooms.

indian culture of its people, i spit on you. you misguide your youth to think you can provide liberty.

her friends were french and hot. my folks asked me, beyond my understanding, how late will i be returning.

the scrapping of ones fundamental right to property is a populist move.