Quotes About India

The problem of illegal migrants into India, particularly from Bangladesh has been a longstanding and vexed political and legal problem, particularly since 1971 when there was a large scale influx of Bangladeshi refugees into India.

We know India is very focussed on black money; it is a very high-focus subject and we have been very careful to make sure the investments into India are legitimate. There is no 'round-tripping' or hot money or bad money being funnelled through Singapore.

Whenever I've performed in India, I've been overwhelmed with the amount of love from the Indian fans. Their passion, their energy - it makes me grateful that I'm able to do what I love every single day.

India needs better singles players to progress as a tennis nation. They need to develop, be physically fitter and stronger.

Sir Richard Attenborough was a wonderful human being and an amazing actor and director. He was a British who really loved India, its people, the culture and the conscience. He lived a great life.

Doing a film about my first passion Cricket. Itis a very emotional feeling for me. Ill be playing Madan Lal Sir, who at the time when I played U-17 india, was also the bowling coach at the National Cricket Academy.

India is my kid sister.

It's not quite right to be sitting outside India and to be judging what is happening in India.

Education needs to be linked with life and should take into count the ground situation in different parts of India.

It's only in India that you can have six couples going together on a honeymoon. I don't think it happens anywhere else in the world.

The single biggest resource India has is people and skill.

What leads to a growth - skills, demographics, natural resources, democracy, entrepreneurship - India has in abundant measure.

Most of us in the media are, by and large, sentimental about our national identity, but comfortable enough in our skins as Indians, to be deeply self-critical. The problem arises when loyalty to India gets mixed up with loyalty to the government of the day.

None of us lie or guard our secrets when we sing, and India is a nation of singers whose first love is the kind of song we turn to when crying just isn't enough.

I would be happy to accept asylum, political asylum, in India — a nation I love. In return, I will bring Mayawati a range of the finest British footwear.

I dedicate the love, enthusiasm, welcome and respect given to me to the feet of 125 crore children of Mother India.

They had not come to India in order to breed and colonize, or even to convert. They were here to plunder, to enrich themselves.

Vasco da Gama on a cruise to India and back encouraged his men to rinse their mouths with urine, which did nothing for their scurvy and can't have done much for their spirits either.

Shellac is a hard resinous secretion from the Indian lac beetle. Lac beetles emerge in swarms in parts of India at certain times of the year, and their secretions make varnish that is odorless, nontoxic, brilliantly shiny, and highly resistant to scratches and fading. It doesn't attract dust while wet, and it dries in minutes. Even now, in an age of chemistry, shellac has scores of applications against which synthetic products cannot compete.

The widest definition of "wealthy" is in India, where a 1% wealth tax kicks in for anybody whose net worth is more than 3 million rupees, which comes to about $45,000. (In India, that still means a small percentage of the population.)

In India an explanation is often more confusing than what prompted it.

Where does one go in a tremendous city like Calcutta to find insider information? I recalled India's golden rule: do the opposite of what would be normal anywhere else.

In some peculiar way, indeed, the rules were now beginning to seem quite logical. It was then I knew that I had been in India long enough.

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it.