Aporva Kala Quotes

One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.

He was elated by his own profundity. It was as if the gods had conspired that he be full of wisdom.

She liked the idea of a place belonging to the cows, no ownership of human ego.

The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.

The gods are real crazy when it comes to prayers. They listen to some sometimes and do not listen to some sometimes. But the whole world prays, nonetheless-All the time

Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.

To be honest with one's emotions is a thousand times better than to silent about what one doesn't feel.

Religion is like this; a prayer, a song, a flower, a white sugar ball, a chime of the brass bell, the rendering of mantra, closing one's eyes; Meditation.

Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.

But why have you dear English Jew whose forefathers fought to enter the country of Johnny Mill, the Stuart with a little heart, saunter in Haridwar, no pubs or fish and chips' counters here, only Ganga-Jal, -the holy ale- Quaff it for the spirit and carry it to the banks of Thames in a holy grail.

He shouted and he heard his shout and he feared it and shouted back asking it to keep quiet but he didn't pay any head to his shout and shouted with renewed vigor. One shouts the shout one hears.

Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.

And what is that thing which you promise to provide?- 'The beauty of the soul and the simplicity of happiness', he replied.

It is the duty that separates men from boys

People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.

For the Soul; Ears are dumb,Eyes are blind,Mind is a juggler.

He could make mistakes.... the first time.

Expect guests when the crow crows.

Then one day it dawned on him that in his heart lay a key to the state of enchantment- of being in love..!

Unfaithfully our, Time

It is hard to let go; harder to hold on to.

I was sent to a school with bosses for teachers- no Twain, only cane; check your dick you harry, no Dickens either, No Tom Sawyers no David Copperfields only Webster, master it for grammar, the Wren with a dash of Martini-Drink deep.

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.

Dream are, afterall universal, no ownership, no monopoly: i dream, i achieve, all are blessed.

How a sip of water from a brass cup or a few drops from a brass spoon of the size of finger or how can one keep rose petals and marigold spreads between the pages of one's books for years or how the fresh shoot of barley could be put behind one's ears or how a dot of vermilion on the forehead or how fasting for a day or how praying or chanting or lightening an incense stick or how lighting a cotton wick dipped in mustard oil or how being blessed by priests and saints or how sitting in a lotus posture or how reading the holy books could kindle in one that thing called faith

Fork! that symbol of the British art of gluttony.

Or is it the monthly flushing of the cannon without a birdie?

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.

Who listens to you when you are at your lowest lows? No one. But it is the best time when you should listen to your calling.

This business of love is one hell of a commerce of emotion. Tear bucks.

It is easy to begin anew, rather than try to redo the existing.

But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the month of buds and bitches like a true Kuon Kunos

Ah! the joys of linger...

The women have to suffer due to nature without compensation or an indemnity.

Grey is the shade of life, like shadows.

It is important to be in tune with the happiness within.

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.

Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.

In her spare time she scribbled her thoughts, wishes and dreams, life and times. It kept her sane despite her loneliness.

What are we but the some total of our habits and lifestyle.

Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.

Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.

All scientist are oglers, i suppose, the sensuousness is a sine quo non of modern technology

History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.

Life, despite the accompanying loneliness that afflicts human without umbilical attachments, was to be cherished for the sheer joy of nature.

Do your heart's calling, dear dreamer or be doomed forever in the fire of unfulfilled wishes, a soul disease.

Its gresham's law in operation is all walks of life and not just money: bad money drives out good money from circulation; bad writers drive out good writers from circulation, bad parents drive out good parents from nuturing, bad politicians drive out good politicians from governance, bad girls drive out good girls from heart, bad teachers drive out good teachers from classes ... But bad emotions drive out good rationality.

For, if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs needs spectacled snails, salivating on the Soma of youth.

Some day, Some wish...

Hume hummed in his head. Reason versus passion- David versus Goliath. Let the Goliath win for one last time. But the world is full of the Davids, the begging bastards, passing of their defeat as a win over the favorites. Why the world sides with the under-doggies. A favorite is nobody's favorite, but one's one. As if he has to pay a toll tax for his tolls.

A proud Jew after all that had happened to them over a period of history, for geography.

Togetherness is the greatest stoning ..relations, the best snuff.

An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a Garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India; many great nations; different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.

Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.

Love as acme of living and dying.

What can a fallen star wish for, but it fulfills other's wishes, is it not?

Soundless speechless sorties of life.

Legacy proves ones mettle and one's karma.

I thought of her as she, and she as her.

It feels nice to know about things and about oneself.

People forget history nowadays,that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one had lived.

Yoga subsumes all; God, religion, and philosophy.

The spirit never leaves, never goes away.

His failure became my destiny

He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain.

Tough to part; lock, stock and barrel. Something remains, like recognizable tastes and smells, which kindle the faculty of memory, yea-pricks the soul.

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

This burden of Brahmins, no one understands. The sacrifice they make for knowledge, when the whole world sleeps they wake setting standards for the mediocre. But it is their arrogance that is taken note of. They have earned it, haven't they?

Freedom is inevitable; it is only the matter of the form in which it occurs. I think it is not the freedom per se that matters but the capacity to absorb it. I could have it and yet not enjoy it.

I knew then and there only that pretty young little things are like monsoon lilies; transient trams. Catch them if you can, but if you miss them, do not wail, a next one would be whistling round the corner, about to enter the La Gurre of your heart

The doctor always prescribes the approximate, for there aren't any set of perfect treatments for diseases.

We dream and we actualize those which are closest to our hearts

The best time to meditate, when the doctor is tongue tied.