Bipin

“Salt made the blandest food palatable. Salt was like wit and laughter in conversation. Salt made the plain extraordinary. Salt made the simple beautiful.”
― Ken Liu, The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories

“आक्रमणांचा प्रतिकार हा संरक्षणात्मक पवित्रा घेऊन करणं म्हणजे सर्वनाश तात्पुरता पुढं ढकलणं आहे. आणि उलट हल्ल्यानं उत्तर दिलं, तर विजयाची संधी तरी असते किंवा मानाचं मरण तरी!”
― Sharad Dalvi, Eklavya

“मनाचं असं कौतुक करण्यानं ते नेहमीच असं करील. एक दिवस कर्तव्यच्युत होण्याला, अकारण हट्टाला वाव दिला, तर सार्‍या जीवनाची तपस्या मग धुळीस मिळेल. अग्रिकण अत्यंत लहान असूनही तो सारं अरण्य भस्मसात करून टाकतो. मनातील विकाराचंदेखील असंच.”
― Sharad Dalvi, Eklavya

“Marcus couldn’t believe it. Dead. A dead duck. OK, he'd been trying to hit it on the head with a piece of sandwich, but he tried to do all sorts of things, and none of them had ever happened before. He'd tried to get te highest score on the Stargazer machine in the kebab shop on Hornsey Road--nothing. He's tried to read Nicky’s thoughts by staring at the back of his head every maths lesson for a week--nothing. It really annoyed him that the only thing he'd ever achieved was something he hadn't really wanted to do that much in the first place. And anyway, since when did hitting a bird with a sandwich kill it? Kids must spend half their lives throwing things at the ducks in Regent's Park. How come he managed to pick a duck that pathetic? There must have been something wrong with it. It was probably about to die from a heart attack or something; it was just a coincidence. But if it was, nobody would believe him. If there were any witnesses, they'd only have seen the bread hit the duck right on the back of the head, and then seen it keel over. saw it die. They'd put two and two together and make five, and he'd be imprisoned for a crime he never committed.

... "What's that floating next to it?" Will asked. "Is that the bread you threw at it?"
Marcus nodded unhappily.
"That's not a sandwich, that's a bloody french loaf. No wonder it keeled over. That would've killed me.”
― Nick Hornby, About a Boy