There is nothing great about having sex or 'not having' sex.
When we say forever, we are talking about a desire.
The problem is not that people make any bond of affection they like with people they like; the problem is calling that bond of affection "love.
Good luck in a way is bad luck not occurring, but the world wants stories of how bad luck happened, and how good luck played a savior.
For their menstrual cycle, women subconsciously want to punish men.
It takes great character and understanding of human emotions to help someone you shouldn't be helping under normal circumstances.
Fame, girls, fast cars, penthouses and what not; the whole problem is because everyone wants the same things from life.
Coincidentally, the words RELIGION and BULLSHIT both have eight letters.
Religion as a philosophy is superior to religion as a practice.
How would you complete with people who are more talented, more popular, who get better training, better mentoring and who get their share of luck, without some luck?
To love is a natural instinct. To be loved is “something”. To be loved like crazy, like their life depends on you is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. How many of us can keep their right hand on their hea...
As if it wouldn’t rain without you...
It’s not the application that is stopping people from using timeless knowledge passed on to us, it’s the acknowledging part.
There’s randomness and there’s the demand and supply ratio. And both of these combine to stop the average man from making it big. More it happens, more is our guy forced to believe in luck. Decades, m...
Like some people are bad at math, some people are bad at talking to women. And some at both, now that’s luck I guess.
I don’t think carrying an umbrella during monsoons is luck.
I am not sure if some people are luckier than others, but one thing’s sure: right place, right time, you can define it however you want, some people get more opportunities than others.
Religion suits everyone’s needs, believers, agnostics, atheists and god, just in case it exists
The streets are silent / The playgrounds are still /The noise has moved elsewhere / Into our homes / Into our hearts / It’s been too long /Children are not where they belong /The streets, the playgrou...
