“Raindrops always bring back my childhood memories.”

We can win this war only by supporting each other.

The simplest way to save water is to opt for just as much as you need.

One of the most amazing things Cricket gave me is friends for life.

Nothing like spending time with friends and playing a sport. It gives you some unforgettable moments.

When trying to save a match, the important thing is to set small targets.

Road safety should be the highest priority for everyone. Please don’t ride without a helmet.

Every sport is fun in its own way & inculcates a different physical and mental conditioning.

There are ‘No boundaries’ in friendship.

As a father you need to do everything, be it playing games with your kids, gyming with them, or for that matter cutting their hair.

Pain is inevitable, but at the same time setbacks are temporary as long as you don’t give up.

I am not thinking too far ahead, just want to take it one thing at a time.

I’ve been fortunate to have caring and loving parents, who gave me the freedom to fly and chase my dreams.

Loving a sport with passion is important! Being open to new experiences is equally important.

I hate losing and cricket being my first love, once I enter the ground it’s a different zone altogether and that hunger for winning is always there.

You tried, you failed, you believed & in the end you are an inspiration for the nation.

The key to handling pressure situations like these is to keep yourself steady, follow your instincts and think clearly.

Help one kid at a time. He’ll maybe go back and help a few more.

The next thing I am doing is moving back home to Minnesota and getting involved in politics. I’m looking at a run for Senate in 2008, but in the meantime I am focused on knitting together the progressive network in the upper Midwest.

If you’d done a good job you’d just step back and let all these different chemistries interact and let it go.

If you use a cell phone – as I do – your wireless carrier likely has records about your physical movements going back months, if not years.

California, here I come, right back where I started from.

Any time a running back reaches the age of 31 or 32, he has to lose a step.

I go back with this woman down a murky hallway, and then without missing a beat – these ladies are all business – she goes.

I let ballplayers yell back at me because I wasn’t trying to prove I’m boss. I know I’m boss.