I dream of an India that is prosperous, strong and caring. An India, that regains a place of honour in the comity of great nations. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of now avail to you. BR Ambedkar
Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our country! Sardar Bhagat Singh
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
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
I dream of an India that is prosperous, strong and caring. An India, that regains a place of honour in the comity of great nations. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of now avail to you. BR Ambedkar
Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our country! Sardar Bhagat Singh
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
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai