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

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

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Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself. Mahatma Gandhi

Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.

I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai

I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau

So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of now avail to you. BR Ambedkar

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

Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself. Mahatma Gandhi

Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.

I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai

I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau

So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of now avail to you. BR Ambedkar

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