Saxena Quotes

You have been the summary of my entire existence; my biggest weakness, my greatest strength. The weathers of my life start and end with you. You complete me.

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

And I learnt five new languages in the last three years" "Only if you could for once understand the language of my eyes.

When Shakti takes over, Shiva steps back

Why do you speak like we won’t meet again for such a long time?” “Because we didn’t, for such a long time,

What went away was never yours Why whine and shed tears? If you loved it so much Hide it in your heart as souvenir…

I am a woman The way you perceive me, a reflection you shall see; If you love and admire me, I shall be a gentle breeze, If you downcast me, I shall rise like a phoenix!

ऐ मन, ज़रा सा झूम ले तू, ज़रा गुनगुना, ज़रा घूम ले तू; मंजिल है दूर, चलना ही है तुझे, उड़कर हवाओं को चूम ले तू!

Every chaos has an order hidden in it. What we see as a chaos, is actually driven by a very disciplined and dedicated order of things. What we need to do is focus on the stuff before us, make our way through this chaos, and that order will sort itself out for us

You will meet many people who try to harm you, pull you down or back stab you. Don’t worry! They can’t really succeed unless you allow them to. Fill your aura with so much love and energy that that it will disallow any efforts to harm you!

I always believe that sometimes it would take long, but it's better to wait than pick the wrong one.

I don’t think you remember me as well as I remember us

Just remember, though you may have an ample set of well-wishers who would pray for you, there would always be an extra set of prayer called out for you in some part of the world.

Grind me, crush me, beat me But low I shall not lie I shall bounce back with much more fervour And my zeal shall touch the sky…

The songs of separation Are not always full of pain Often they talk of the fondness That flows in the lovers’ veins…

If the intent is right, why waste time thinking about the consequences.

कब तक उदासी और नाउम्मीदगी रुलाएगी? राहों पर निकल पड़े हैं तो मंजिल भी मिल जायेगी!

आँखों में सपने हैं, क़दमों में इरादा है; खुद को मंजिल तक पहुंचाने का मेरा मुझसे वादा है!

नदिया के दिल की जुबां, न किसी ने सुनी, न जानी; झरने से शुरू कर, सागर में कर दी खत्म कहानी!

चाँदनी की पाँच परतें, हर परत अज्ञात है । एक जल में, एक थल में, एक नीलाकाश में । एक आँखों में तुम्हारे झिलमिलाती, एक मेरे बन रहे विश्वास में । क्या कहूँ , कैसे कहूँ..... कितनी जरा सी बात है । चाँदनी की पाँच परतें, हर परत अज्ञात है । एक जो मैं आज हूँ , एक जो मैं हो न पाया, एक जो मैं हो न पाऊँगा कभी भी, एक जो होने नहीं दोगी मुझे तुम, एक जिसकी है हमारे बीच यह अभिशप्त छाया । क्यों सहूँ ,कब तक सहूँ.... कितना कठिन आघात है । चाँदनी की पाँच परतें, हर परत अज्ञात है ।

There comes a point in life When you are neither brittle nor bitter, And every time someone tries To break you like a glass, You only let all those splinters Develop wings and soar high In the sky, Finding tangy happiness In every flight!

Ah, patriarchy, where men are from Mars, and women are from 'don't you worry your pretty little head about it.

In your Mind you live with thousands characters.

I am such a classic fool, aren’t I?” “No, not a fool. Just in love,” “It’s all the same.” “No, it’s not.

Beauty isn't just something you have; it's something you do.

For you, a witch is any woman who understands she has power even when the world insists she doesn't

Life was indeed a canvas of colors and it gave various hues at different points of time.

The world never moves in the direction you expect. You have often got to acknowledge the direction in which the world is moving

I rise because I know that every wound is an experience; Light shall enter from that hurt, And in the milieu, spread fragrance!

Darkness Pierces its claws Into the flesh of the evening, It’s time to withdraw, Wrap up, sleep, Till morning spreads its warm, shiny shawl To cover up the dark.

A circle of hugs, A give and take of love and affection; Keep it passing on and on, And on earth, a divine heaven shall be spun…

The bird of hope sings Perched on the branches of twilight; Never grieve for anything For, the day always follows the night!

In this city of love Your memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet

The colour of the sea and the sky Are both blue and yet distinct One depends on the other And, the other is by love inked…

The feet and their tapping Write many a lovely couplet The body dances to your rhythm O lord After all, you are the master and I a puppet

In the mirage of mirror Difficult it is to distinguish between truth and fake Remove that layer of lens on your eyes And the fake shall rattle like a snake

Discarded lay all the dreams In the bin of unwanted things Till you came and set them free And, to soar, gave them wings…

Every fact is a myth until proven to be otherwise.

You sculpt your future with your thoughts

अँधेरा पंख पसार रहा है पर मेरी भी एक ज़िद्द है; अपने भीतर की रौशनी लिए चलूँगी जहाँ तक हद्द है!

कुछ इस तरह सौदा किया ज़िंदगी से हमने; जितना बढ़ा दर्द, उतना ही जोश दुगुना होता रहा!

अनछुए ख़्वाबों को आज अपनी पनाहों में ले लूँ; कहीं उन्हें छू भी न पाऊं और ज़िंदगी की शाम ढल जाए...

If you think that educating your girl is enough for her to tackle the boundaries of tradition, then you are wrong. You have to ensure that not only you empower her with education, but also make her strong enough to resist the evils of societal pressure under which she often buckles. Her life and honour are far more important than "What will people say?" A little emotional support from the parents can make the life of a daughter abused by her in-laws beautiful.

The entire quest is for acceptance. You run from pillar to post for being accepted as you are. This quest ends only when you realize that the most important in life is to accept yourself totally, wholly and completely. Unfortunately, that is a long drawn process and it takes time to reach that level. However, once you reach that stage, you are at entire peace with yourself.

Life is a combo of attachment and detachment. Love is the most natural thing and you are bound to get attached to persons, places and things. However, while getting attached so, you should know that all these attachments too have an expiry date. It's exactly at that point that the art of detachment helps. Persons, places and things are meant for specific periods in life after which you should know how to let go and embrace newer things. The world is beautiful and you should have belief in Him.

In every jigsaw puzzle, there is one key piece, and the only tough job is to identify that key piece from the mess out there. “We have to identify that piece. The puzzle would never be completed without it

And then I realized that love is like a helium balloon. You know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold it by its strings? No matter how much I tried to break my string, the balloon always remained there. Know why? Because maybe unknown to yourself, you were holding a couple of strings as well

It was evening and the sun was just setting giving an amber tint to the fields making them glow with happiness. She was lost in the marvel. The stream flowing just nearby was making the whole scene appear like a paradise.

Every individual whom you interact with affects the flow of energy in your body. Some flow with positivity spreading love and compassion, making you happy. Others flow like venom, harming you. The question is what to do with these negative people? Either, you can simply throw them out of your life and not let them affect you anymore. The other way is to have so much positivity and optimism that their negativity is covered up with your energy!

Monsoons and tea were inseparable partners in love and their fidelity had stood the test of time. Together they oozed an unsurpassable romance so it sometimes evoked jealousy in those preferring the high of wine. - Page 124, Blue Jeans

The mind is part of the body, not separate, and we must take care of our bodies and listen to them. Develop your mind and body, make goals and reach them. But have “no mind” when experiencing and learning. You will be more open to what is happening rather than fitting everything into stereotypes and preconceptions.

Mr Haldar, Have you ever encountered legends, myths or magic in any of your cases? I bet you haven’t. This is that case. You still think this is no different?

Certain memories are more beautiful if they are left behind.

Incidents sometimes occur as a paradox

One of the main causes of stress is wanting to be perfect at everything!

Every night, when I go to sleep in this big lonely haveli, I pray to God to let me live one more day so I can see her getting the justice she deserved

Lateral Thinking is key to all the secrets in the world

Every single loss, every single humiliation, teaches us to strive for more. Failure is the best teacher

Absolutely, women just love cleaning because it's in our 'female DNA'—right next to the 'loves pink' gene.

Patriarchy: Doing the same thing for centuries and expecting women to be grateful for the progress.

Tell me again how I should smile more. I always forget to prioritize strangers' aesthetic needs over my own feelings.

A woman’s place is in the house... and the Senate, and boardrooms, and space stations. Just a minor update.

In the world of data, women must be mythical creatures. That's the only explanation for why we're so often left out.

Society believes that every man comes out of the womb with a PhD in 'Fixing Stuff 101

Not every song in your playlist has the story associated, Sometimes you just like the song.

In your Mind you live with n number of characters

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

I never thought of a future without you. That was the reason I always lived in the present, hoping I would find you someday.

Think of it, I literally had to touch death and be born again to live a glimpse of the life that I never had.

From the life’s pen My ink flows and my feelings pour Some call it poetry I call it my boat’s oar…

We are but puppets Our strings in His hands Knowing not where he will take us With naked feet we walk on life’s sands…

I am a writer and things which don't happen in real world, happen in my world.

Sometimes you literally need some pressure on your shoulder, to fetch the best in you...

At times, you do or say something thinking about the good of others. But, it may not necessarily be good for them.

The eyes of friends are so penetrating That they can disrobe The deepest secrets Hidden so well In the innermost chamber Of your steel heart.

Pulsating and bubbly Was the gait of my poetry, And now and then It would twirl and pirouette Making me feel On cloud nine!

Innocent like the first dreams A few words dropped on the paper; Contaminated they were by the surrounding air, Fame swarmed, naivety disappeared!

The heart is delighted by the first, The other makes the mind go numb; Happiness and gloom like twins, Holding the hands together come!

Thirst is the aim for quest, It keeps inspiring to find more and more; Otherwise, satisfied we would sit, And lazily rest on the shore!

Even ripples have a rhythm To feel it, listen to their sound Tap your feet as they direct And joy shall abound…

अक्सर एक व्यथा यात्रा बन जाती है ।

सूरज की अगन है, तपन ही तपन है; मन को शीतलता दे रही दिल की लगन है!

आशाओं में रवानी है, आगे बढ़ने की ठानी है! कौन सोचे जो बीत गया, वो तो एक गुजरी कहानी है!

कल हो न हो, आज तो अपना है! कर लो पूरा जो भी सपना है!

पास कुछ भी नहीं मगर आँखों में रौशनी के दिये हैं; हम तो यारों हरदम ऐसे ही जिए हैं...

I am still searching for a popular prayer which doesn’t seek materialistic or other benefits from God and is a simple prayer which simply expresses gratitude in Him and believes what He does will be for our best…

While motherhood and warship were associated with Parvati and Durga, Tantra was associated to Kali, food and agriculture to Annapurna, knowledge and education to Saraswati and, of course, luck and money to Lakshmi.

We are all slaves of the past. It binds us in its gilded cage and we are just not able to come out of it. The worst part is that we give up trying, not able to comprehend that there is a world beyond called "Today".

There are two kinds of bubbles inside the body - one of happiness and one of negativity. You have to let those bubbles of grief burst and those of happiness multiply. This can be done only after going through an inner journey

You Made me feel That not an ordinary dust am I But a dust of gold, A blade of grass am I That shines, A petal am I That has its own fragrance, A stream am I That can make a whole river; Thus solving the puzzles Of my life!

If life gives me a second chance, I would like to see a version of me that accepts myself with all my flaws. If I look at the mirror, I want myself not to be "acceptable", but "accepted" as I am. Yes, I wish to be a stronger "me

I wanted to cover as much distance as possible to be away from where we were, but there was a storm which restricted me. And now, I have been praying for more snow for the last two days, but it’s just melting away to plain water.

Sometimes, it’s worth living the dreams, tasks, hopes or ambitions of the people you love, however unjustifiable or stupid they may sound. Sometimes, it’s worth completing what they stood up for. That is the best gift you can give to the people you love.

Choices are never right or wrong. Perhaps, the choice you made was the best choice under the given set of circumstances and at a given point of time. However, the rigidity in not moving ahead certainly isn't good. Life is all about learning a few lessons, and then moving on to the next till you find that much desired peace and happiness!

Darkness gives her permission, and protector gives the tears. Beauty provides the conch, while mother provides the spear Knowledge gives the moon, and head gives the bracelet Widow provides the creator, while swan provides the snake Music gives the sight, and the bloom gives mirror. Or the blood of the queen will fall. To make her lose a hand.

Sometimes when you are low, you may feel that that there is darkness all around. In such moments, look at a faraway star. Its light seems to be less…very less. However, light is still there. Just because it is far, its light is not visible to the naked eye. You also have a lot of light and energy like that star. Harness it properly and see the effects!

चिडि़या को लाख समझाओ कि पिंजड़े के बाहर धरती बहुत बड़ी है, निर्मम है, वहाँ हवा में उन्हें अपने जिस्म की गंध तक नहीं मिलेगी। यूँ तो बाहर समुद्र है, नदी है, झरना है, पर पानी के लिए भटकना है, यहाँ कटोरी में भरा जल गटकना है। बाहर दाने का टोटा है, यहाँ चुग्गा मोटा है। बाहर बहेलिए का डर है, यहाँ निर्द्वंद्व कंठ-स्वर है। फिर भी चिडि़या मुक्ति का गाना गाएगी, मारे जाने की आशंका से भरे होने पर भी, पिंजरे में जितना अंग निकल सकेगा, निकालेगी, हरसूँ ज़ोर लगाएगी और पिंजड़ा टूट जाने या खुल जाने पर उड़ जाएगी।

Life is a closed loop control system. You take inputs from your environment, from what you read, from your social interactions and from your family and it goes as a feedback into your system, modifying you a little every day. Those who are obstinate are like an open loop control system where nothing affects them. It isn’t really good to remain in an open loop for not only will you be isolated, but also miss out important things in life. It isn’t too wise either to let that feedback system be so strong that you forget your own ideals and principles. A balance is necessary.

That the petitioner No. 2 is the founder President of an Institution, namely, “ Institute for Re-writing Indian (and World) History “. The aim and objective of that institution, which is a registered society having register no. F-1128 (T) as the public trust under the provision of Bombay Public Trust Act. Inter alia, is to re-discover the Indian history. The monumental places of historical importance in their real and true perspective having of the heritage of India. The true copy of memorandum of association of the aforesaid society / public trust having fundamental objectives along with Income tax exemption certificate under section 80-G (5) of I.T. Act, 1961 for period 1/4/2003 to 31/3/2006 are filed herewith as marked as Annexure No.1 and 2 to the writ petition. 5. That the founder-President of Petitioner’s Institution namely Shri P. N. Oak is a National born Citizen of India. He resides permanently at the address given in case title. The petitioner is a renowned author of 13 renowned books including the books, titled as, “ The Taj Mahal is a Temple Place”. This petition is related to Taj Mahal, Fatehpur- Sikiri, Red-fort at Agra, Etamaudaula, Jama- Masjid at Agra and other so called other monuments. All his books are the result of his long-standing research and unique rediscovery in the respective fields. The titles of his books speak well about the contents of the subject. His Critical analysis, dispassionate, scientific approach and reappraisal of facts and figures by using recognised tools used in the field gave him distinction through out the world. The true copy of the title page of book namely “The Taj Mahal is a Temple Palace” . written by Sri P. N. Oak, the author/ petitioner No. 2 is filed as Annexure –3 to this writ petition.

What is your name?” she said crossing her legs. “I am Raj Singhania, owner of Singhania group of Industries and I am on my way to sign a 1000 crore deal.” “Oh my God, Oh my God!” she said laughing and looked at Bobby from top to bottom. “What’s with this OMG thing and girls, stop saying that. I am not going to propose you anytime soon. But it’s OK. I can understand how girls feel when they meet famous dudes like me,” Bobby said smiling. “What kind of an idiot are you?” she said laughing. “Indeed, a very rare one. The one that you find after searching for millions of years,” Bobby said. “Do you always talk like this?” she said laughing. “Only to strangers on bus or whenever I get bored,” Bobby said. “OK, tell me your real name,” she said. “My name is Mogaliputta Tissa and I am here to save the world.” “Oh no not again!” she said squeezing her head with both her hands. “I know you are dying inside to kiss me,” Bobby said flashing a smile. “Why would I kiss you?” she said with a pretended sternness. “Because, you are impressed with my intelligence level and the hotness quotient, I can see that in your eyes.” “You think you are hot! Oh no! You look like that cartoon guy in 7 up commercial,” she said laughing. “Thank you. He was the coolest guy I saw on TV,” Bobby said. “OK fine, let’s calm down. Tell me your real name,” she said calmly. “I don’t remember my name,” Bobby said calmly. “What kind of idiot forgets his name?” she said staring into Bobby’s eyes. “I am suffering from multiple personality disorder and I forgot my present personality’s name. Can you help me out?” Bobby said with an innocent look on his face. “I will kill you with my hair clip. Leave me alone,” she said and closed her eyes. “You look like a Pomeranian puppy,” Bobby said looking at her hair. “Don’t talk to me,” she said. “You look very beautiful,” Bobby said. “Nice try but I am not going to open my eyes,” she said. “Your ear rings are very nice. But I think that girl in the last seat has better rings,” Bobby said. “She is not wearing any ear rings. I know because I saw her when I was getting inside. It takes just 5 seconds for a girl to know what other girls around her are wearing,” she said with her eyes still closed. “Hey, look. They are selling porn CDs at a roadside shop,” Bobby said. “I have loads of porn in my personal computer. I don’t need them,” she said. “OMG, that girl looks hotter than you,” Bobby said. “I will not open my eyes no matter what. Even if an earthquake hits the road, I will not open my eyes,” she said crossing her arms over her chest. Bobby turned back and waved his hand to the kid who was poking his mom’s ear. The kid came running and halted at Bobby’s seat. “This aunty wants to give you a chocolate if you tell her your name,” Bobby whispered to the kid and the kid perked up smiling. “Hello Aunty! Wake up, my name is Bintu. Give me my chocolate, Aunty, please!” the kid said yanking at the girl’s hand. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes and glared at the kid. “Don’t call me aunty. What would everyone think? I am a teenage girl. Go away. I don’t have anything to give you,” she said and the kid went back to his seat. “This is what happens when you mess with an intelligent person like me,” Bobby said laughing. “Shut up,” she said. “OK dude.” “I am not a dude. Stop it.” “OK sexy. Oops! OK Saxena,” “I will scream.” “OK. Where do you study?” “Why should I tell you?” “Are you suffering from split personality disorder like me?” Bobby said staring into her eyes. “Shut up. Don’t talk to me,” she said with a pout. “What the hell! I have enlightened your mind with my thoughts, told you my name and now you are acting like you don’t know me. Girls are mad.