"Inquilab Zindabad" - Sardar Bhagat Singh
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again. The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future? Jawaharlal Nehru
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
Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? Mahatma Gandhi
"Inquilab Zindabad" - Sardar Bhagat Singh
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again. The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future? Jawaharlal Nehru
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
Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? Mahatma Gandhi