“Corporate types love to pretend their life is exciting. The whispers, fist-pumping and animated hand gestures are all designed to lift our job description from what it really is – that of an overpaid clerk.”

In relationship there are always two types of person: one weaker and the other stronger one. It’s never easier to live being as weaker one!

The younger generation is surrounded by the Internet, apps, and video games. But somehow, my books make them read.

She had perfect features, with her eye, nose, lips, and ears the right size and in right places. That is all it takes to make people beautiful, normal body parts – yet why does nature mess it up so many times?

Even now I try to make each page compelling for the readers to get absorbed in the book.

When we choose a mobile network, do we check whether Airtel or Vodafone belong to a particular caste? No, we simply choose the provider based on the best value or service. Then why do we vote for somebody simply because he belongs to the same caste as us?

The real middle class India that has always been looking for a voice that is its very own. I write about it because I belong to it.

Rules, after all, are only made so you can work around them.

We know we are all tarnished, so we doubt everyone else too. It is sad situation, where we need a leader but cannot really trust anyone.

Nothing soothes an upset Punjabi like dairy products.

I think original voices get noticed. But most importantly, I think you should have a story to tell.

It is time to face real world, even if it is harder and painful. I’d rather fly and crash, than just snuggle and sleep.

I’ve told you the four thunderstorms – disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

From biscuit to brides, if there is anything their children really want, parents have a problem.

Pretty girls behave best when you ignore them.

In our education system, we are taught to munch figures and remember them for lifetime. But does it help? We are not taught how to make decisions.

A wise man can be a fool in love.

I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.

I describe not men, but manners; not an individual, but a species.

However exquisitely human nature may have been described by writers, the true practical system can be learned only in the world.

Savage, despicable evil. That’s what we were fighting in Iraq. That’s why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy ‘savages.’ There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

Corporate types love to pretend their life is exciting. The whispers, fist-pumping and animated hand gestures are all designed to lift our job description from what it really is – that of an overpaid clerk.