The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai

The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai

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When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein

At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her success and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. Jawaharlal Nehru

Constitution is not a mere lawyers document, it is a vehicle of Life, and its spirit is always the spirit of Age. B. R. Ambedkar

A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi

Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee

We hope the world will act in the spirit of enlightened self-interest. Atal Bihari Vajpayee

When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein

At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her success and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. Jawaharlal Nehru

Constitution is not a mere lawyers document, it is a vehicle of Life, and its spirit is always the spirit of Age. B. R. Ambedkar

A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi

Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee

We hope the world will act in the spirit of enlightened self-interest. Atal Bihari Vajpayee