You are innocent? Man, you really have a twisted view of this world. Tell you what? You are no saint either. You too are guilty. And you too are a sinner. Just like me. We both are going to Hell. But my place there will be a notch above yours.

Yes, I curse God all the time. On some days for giving us such a short life, and on others for giving us such a long one.

I know life is not rainbows and butterflies, but I’d rather die delusional than being a mature cynic.

A man is not mature unless he gets a certificate of maturity from a woman.

Life is not a list of checkboxes that we have to tick off sequentially one after another. Got a degree? Tick. Booked a house under my name? Tick. Got married? Tick. Had Children? Tick. All this sound too cliché, too depressing. These are acts which people do under the influence of peer pressure, mimicking each other, and not willingly as a genuine choice of their own.