We are Indians, firstly and lastly. B.R. 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
You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country. Jawaharlal Nehru
One individual may die for an ideas, but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
We are Indians, firstly and lastly. B.R. 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
You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country. Jawaharlal Nehru
One individual may die for an ideas, but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose