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A new age dawns, Uttara. The Wheel of Time has turned. Not too long from now _ hopefully in our lifetime _ Aryavarta will be a janapada, a realm ruled by its people, the largest such in the world!_ Abhimanyu Karshni

Men like you and I make myths, we weave stories to sanctify the life that has been given to us. But not Govinda. Men like him don__ make myths; they make destiny. _ Kshatta Vidur

Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation._ Shikandin Draupada

..now, seated hunched over paper in a pool of Anglepoised light, I no longer want to be anything except what who I am. Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each 'I', every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.

I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.

She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.

Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again."I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you."I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.

Stop talking about __ape_ and start talking about __ex_, and within a few decades India will attain the true mindset to prevent sexual assaults.

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

What is the difference between a dream and its memory?

Secrets are dark things. They don__ exist in the light. Theyglow faintly in forgotten corners, in mysterious mind-nooks,in lost memory maps. Secrets are the shadows of the soul.

Who can declare that money is not a power which rulers of the world cannot withstand?

Fall into the cavern of my mind, and together there, we will dine.

Pull back the curtain and jump down the rabbit hole.

I always think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.So I'm never quite sure why we eat turkey like everybody else.

After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other

Religion serves all of us; men, women, gays, straights, blacks, whites, Americans and Indians. If it does not comply with our needs, wishes and happiness, then religion without a doubt is a plague that must be stopped.

If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skiesin her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman__ cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.