Baahubali Quotes

It was so easy to sell anything to the common people, if one could add an element of magic and some religion into it. The

Fight all you want, but you will never win. You can change a system only by being part of that system, by being part of the change.

An evil man without vices was the most dangerous of all.

Kama, yours is the only love I want. It is what keeps me alive, keeps me going.

They act important because we, in our minds, think we are inferior. Just because the color of our skin is black and they are a shade fairer.

We are a race that gains wisdom only after disaster strikes us.

What wins ultimately, will be called the truth.

As a child, rain meant endless amusement; in youth it meant romance; in middle-age, nothing mattered except the struggle of everyday living; but it was in the last leg of one’s life when the rains assumed their sinister avatar. Thimma

The world is a jungle and each of us is alone. Each of us is the hunter and every one is the hunted. Kill or be killed. In this jungle, only the smartest will survive. Your brother is smart, you are not. You are a fool, filled with stupid notions of duty. Unless you cure yourself of this disease, you are doomed.

It is easy to take revenge, to kill and to die. It is tough to be part of the system and change it, inch by inch.

It was so easy to sell anything to the common people, if one could add an element of magic and some religion into it

Achi used to say that, for a woman, sex was her greatest strength. Morality was nothing but a chain invented by man to enslave women.

Good people often lost out. To come up in life, one needed to be devious and cunning.

If you love your duty only when your master treats you well or pleasant things happen to you, you are no better than an animal that seeks pleasure and shuns pain.

The river had no qualms about the colour of his skin. She would embrace anyone who came to her and keep them in her heart. She waited for him below, laughing with her countless hands beating over as many rocks. The river with a heart of stone.

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Mahishmathi. Kattappa is deeply honoured to have been chosen to serve Bijjaladeva, the elder prince of Mahishmathi. He is the son of Malayappa, the personal slave of Maharaja Somadeva. Pattaraya A rich and ambitious nobleman, he is a bhoomipathi, a title of great importance in the Mahismathi kingdom. He is known for his cunning and ruthlessness. He is a self-made man who rose from poverty to riches through his intelligence and hard work. He is dedicated to his family and loves his

A yawning gap of seven feet lay in front of her. She handed the lamp to Raghava and took a few steps back. ‘You are crazy,’ she heard him say as she ran and gracefully leaped over the gap. She landed safely on the other side, though the bridge swayed wildly.

Hidumba The little man of Mahishmathi is quite dangerous. He is a khanipathi, a step below a bhoomipathi and he thinks he has been denied his promotion only because of his size. He is now in the Pattarya camp, but even Pattaraya is wary of this dwarf.

it is the blood of the peasant, the sweat of the weaver, the flesh of the artisan, the words of the poet, the trade of the trader. It is us they all eat and become fat, strong, rich, wise and noble.’ For

You can believe anything you want. But the fool who believes the fire is cold will perish in it.

Read about the Mahabharata war again and again. How even the honest had to lie, the noblest had to cheat, the cruellest had to be kind and the purest had to be evil—for the game changes everyone. There is no going back.

If there is anyone more unscrupulous than rulers, it is writers. Pay them enough, and they will bark for you. Pay them less, and they will bark at you. Either way, they are dogs.

Nothing sells like nationalism and religion in our country. Offer prayers at all the temples along the way. Talk about our ancient culture and tradition. Fools who have done nothing in life will feel proud that they were born in this goddamn country, though they are living like worms.

The man who steals from one is a thief, the man who steals from everyone is the ruler.

girls did not fall in love with poets or writers, except in the stories they made up.

We collect so many things when we are young, and when we reach a certain age, we understand most of them were worthless.

only creature that survived after a war was the carrion-eating vulture. It was the only one who was unaffected by the outcome of war.

A dead slave boy was worth less than the carcass of a horse. You could not make footwear with the skin of a slave.

They act important because we, in our minds, think we are inferior. Just because the colour of our skin is black and they are a shade fairer.

We are a race that gains wisdom only after disaster strikes us. For us, security is an inconvenience.

To be grateful to God, one needs to see more and more misery and thank him that we aren’t that miserable. What a wonderful God!

At Gauristhalam, Bijala gave a stirring speech ; it was something Keki had made him practice for many days. He spoke about going deep into the jungle to catch this enemy of the country; how he hd wrestled with crocodiles in the river Mahishi, and tigers in the forest; how he had hiked up the ice-capped peaks of Gauriparvat to crawl into its caves and meditate on the future Mahishmathi. He talked about his sacrifices for the people-but he also made sure to talk about me he lost on the way. With tears on his eyes, he called the widows of soldiers who had died on the mission. The prince fell at their feet. 'Mothers,' he cried his voice quivering , his lips trembling with emotion. 'Your husbands were all brave men. I am a sinner. I couldn't save them . Every time a man died under my watch, I wanted to jump into the funeral pyre along with him. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought that I needed to apologie to you. Now that I have done so, allow me to jump into a pyre.

Kill the traitor!' 'Traitor, traitor, traitor!' 'Jai Mahishmathi!' the crowds screamed. Thirteen years have made no difference, thought Sivagami. People where still bloodthirsty. It didn't matter who killed whom. It was just entertainment for them. The rulers knew this well, and used it to control people, too keep them subservient. They regularly arranged these spectacles for the crowds because they helped to instil a sense of pride for the nation. Once that pride was born, it didn't matter whether they starved like dogs or lived like pigs; they still felt their country was the best in the world, that their ruler was their god, and they, the ruler's blind devotees.

Everyone judges others by their own standard,

You said nothing wrong, son. That is what you should keep saying to others, to the public. Your gurus have taught you well. But all this is for the consumption of the people. The moment you start believing in all this, your days as a ruler are numbered. There is only one rajadharma: survival. Do anything and everything to cling to power. The ruler who forgets that, is a dead ruler.

Oh? What is rajadharma then?’ Somadeva asked with a chuckle. ‘To protect the weak, to bring prosperity to the masses, to eradicate poverty, to ensure each citizen has enough to fill their stomachs, a roof over their heads and decent clothes to wear, to ensure women can live with dignity, to build hospitals, streets, schools, to protect trade guilds, to prevent usury, to promote compassion not only to humans but to all creations of God—

You remember the day you came back with the severed head?’ ‘Yes, that of Pattaraya, Nanna,’ Bijjala said. ‘Hmm. Maybe it was of Pattaraya.’ ‘You don’t trust me, Nanna?’ Bijjala cried. ‘I don’t trust myself, son. That is why I remain king.

Politics is about mining religion and selling what is holy, son.