Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be Patient. Before

Money Can Buy The Necessary Police Order. Justice Is Sold To The Highest Bidder

There Was No Such Thing As Perfect Privacy, Life Was A Perpetual Concert-hall Recital With A Captive Audience.

The Carnage Upon The Chessboard Of Life, Left Wounded Humans In Its Wake

Traffic In The Streets Of Bombay Is Chaotic At Best. Riding A Bicycle Is A Dangerous Occupation. However, There Are Hundreds Of Them On The Streets Competing With The Cars And Buses And Lorries Because It Is The Poor Man's Mode Of Transport.

In Foreign Countries They Fear Baldness. They Are So Rich In Foreign Countries, They Can Afford To Fear All Kinds Of Silly Things.