Bheeshma
:
Oh Teacher! You stand on the ground. I cannot fight you in this chariot. Wear an armour and fetch a chariot.
Parsuram
:
This land is my chariot, the clouds are my horses, the air is my charioteer, the vedas are my armour.
Bheeshma
:
A country is not for the king. A king is meant for the country.
Bheeshma
:
The king who blames the past for economy and social ills of the state is not a king. If the past has given you a weak economic and social infrastructure then improve and change it.