Who are you if nobody knows your story?

One day all the racists and religious extremists in this world will wake up and realize that they are living in a 60's movie.

If anyone makes you feel less than you are, for the color of you skin, for where you come from, for the gender of the person you love, for the religion you have faith in, stand up, speak up, roar. No silence till we are equal.

The Tibetan monks make mandalas out of dyed sand laid out into big, beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days or weeks of work, they wipe it all away. They let it all go, no pain, no regrets. That is happiness. That is bliss. The euphoria of Nirvana. We live for that. Just for the experience. We paint a picture and we erase it.

Terrorism is just a whole other level of anger management issues.

We are young, we have too much to lose.

As the doctors told him, he wanted to scream out loud and cry. He held his heavy head up and clenched his teeth and fists. “Men don’t cry,” his grandpa used to say. “Men don’t cry.” �8But he cried. Like a baby. He cried till he could feel cracks in his heart as he breathed. He cried till he knew he would never love again.

I believe in god. I also believe that you should never ask god to make your dreams come true. You have to work for your dreams. And dream actually, with all your mind body and soul. I don’t believe luck is when a super power grants us what we wished for. Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. So we need to be prepared all the time. Our dream awaits us. It’s already on its way. We just need to be prepared when it gets to us.

All is fair in fashion and war.

Tennis taught me to take chances, to take life as it comes. To hit every ball that comes to me no matter how hard it looks, to give it my best shot.