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
If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.-Chandra Shekhar Azad
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. By: Romain Rolland (Roman Scholar)
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
If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.-Chandra Shekhar Azad
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. By: Romain Rolland (Roman Scholar)