Quotes by Adhish Mazumder

These trembling hands no longer have the confidence it exuded a few years ago. Hope has been extinguished and uncertainty is what remains for the rest of my days now.

Before you work with me you must know that I am an atheist and I believe in neither supreme powers of any God or the trickery of the Devil, I am student of the criminal psychology and believe that behind every murder there is psychopath at work with some insidious agenda at play and motive unknown to human mind.

There is a noticeable symphony being played around the world today. That symphony speaks of the independent, unorthodox, proud women. Yes, it is the International Womens Day! It is the day to celebrate the women in your life.In my life I have never believed in a particular day to celebrate women though, but a date is necessary rather customary to remind you of their contributions in your life lest you forget it.So heres wishing all those strong women who competed in a mans world, defeating them and breaking the taboos to earn the place which was rightfully theirs from the start but usurped in the past by manly morals and ego, a very- HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!

Culture is an identity and identity is a weapon which can work its way around strong foundations decaying them from the inside with the help of wrecking beliefs known as superstitions. However, every culture must have a superstition without which its uniqueness is lost.

A man in his early prime contemplates on life, shattered by the distortions of society he gazes ahead in time. There were vows of happiness and fairy tale beginnings. Now there is nothing of that sort; now there is nothing that started the tales so bright. Its after all this while that he understands why fairy tales begin with once upon a time...

The rangers of the night stay strangers in the eye of time.

There lived a poet in the lands of gold,Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,His words spoke truth and pens stroke was bold,His only motive: lives to mould

You jealous souls are primeval without a doubt,Teach yourself to eat better instead of trying to eat ones heart out.

People in your life leave you a rhyme,On leaving they leave a new footprint in the Sands of Time.

And I know few would believe me but belief is what drives a man,If all of us long for the Golden Age, then we all can,Bring the days filled with peace, prosperity, generosity, love and fearless nigh,We all must believe something to survive, I believe in the serene age lost in seasons gone by.

The picture has no religion, no caste, no name,And the best part about it is that the picture stays the same.

You dont get to become someones hero unless you are already anothers monster.

Never trust your colleagues. Work politics are founded by them.

Salvation Creek flows till date, endless tears of motherly love and manly regret.

I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people youve known forever dont see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

Sometimes I feel that what used to be once casual conversations between friends are now being substituted with forced conversations containing none of the warmth it possessed earlier. Its better to not have any conversation at all than have forced conversations.

Some memories made in time will last ages tossed aside.

They who shared none of my defeats should take no pride in celebrating my successes.

Regrets are a waste of time and waste of time brings about regrets. Its the best ironic cycle after life and death!