Vande Mataram
This is the story of a tiny tot, whose love and sacrifice
for her Motherland Bharath, would ever remain shining in
golden letters in the history of India's freedom struggle.
This little girl hailing from a village in the North East
of India, truly was the daughter of Mother India.

This was enacted by Bal Vikas Children from Maharashtra
during Ashadi Ekadashi Festival 2002 in the DIVINE Presence.
Those were the days of our independence struggle. Motivated
by their sheer love and patriotic feeling for their Motherland,
one day, in a small remote village in the North East of
India, the elders of the village got together to decide
as to what could be done to help boost the morale of the
independence movement. They decided that in the evening
at 6:00 pm they would all carry the national flag and hoist
it on the flag post near the police station. As they were
quite sure that their attempt was going to be thwarted by
the police and that blood shed and loss of life were most
likely, they decided to march in rows of five so that even
if the first five were shot down, the precious National
Flag could be handed over to the row behind. While this
planning was on a little cute girl came on to the scene
and asked the elders in her own innocent, but serious tone.
Little girl: " Uncle, can I also join in the march?
"
Elderly Man: "No beta, this is not meant for small
children. Only the elders will take part; because there
is danger to life".
The little girl again in her innocent charming way asked
the elderly gentle man: "But I can also die for my
Motherland"
But, this little voice was unheard and unanswered.
It was 5:31 pm., the scheduled hour, the appointed time.
As was planned, all the elders of the village got together
near the village police station and as per the plan five
rows of people, one after the other, stood facing the flag
post. Then the front row, having the flag in hand, moved
slowly and steadily towards the flag post with loud chanting
of 'Vande Mataram'. As the row proceeded, the showers of
bullets from the British soldiers pierced their chests.
As they fell down, the last man with National Flag in his
hand turned back and handed over the flag to the next row.
Holding the National Flag aloft, with loud shouts of "Vande
Mataram', they moved forward undeterred. And once again
a spray of bullets downed those heroic sons of India mercilessly.
Same thing happened to the third, fourth and fifth row.
The last man who was holding the National Flag in the fifth
row soon realised that there was no row behind him which
could take the flag to the post as his was the last row.
Up came the little girl, who ran towards the last man struggling
to hold the National Flag aloft. She took the National Flag
in her hand and said, "Uncle, don't you worry. I am
not scared of bullets. I will take the flag to the post."
The young girl with great courage and with great conviction,
as an exemplar of the heroic daughters of her Motherland
moved forward holding aloft the National Flag, shouting
at the peak of her voice, 'Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram,
Vande Mataram…' Boldly she stepped ahead and reached
a few steps away from the flag post. While she was making
her strides, the police men were wondering how they would
shoot this tiny tot. But mercy was alien to them As she
was a few inches away from the flag post, the police opened
fire and several bullets pierced the chest of that innocent
little girl who loved her country more than anything else.
Even her physical frame struggled to balance and hold the
Flag aloft, realising that she was just a few inches away
from the post, she cried out, "Ma! Ma! Oh Ma! Help
me Ma! I have to reach the post. And, the Flag cannot touch
the ground." And without letting the flag to fall,
that brave little one put the flag in the hole of her bullet
riddled chest, and shouted at the top of her voice, "
Vande Mataram..Vande Mataram..Vande Mataram.." And
she fell down, still holding the National Flag aloft, calling
out for her dearest Motherland, and breathed her last.
Glory of Bharatiya Culture in Max Mueller's eyes
"If I were asked under what sky the human mind has
most deeply pondered over the greatest problems of life,
and has found solutions to some of them which well deserved
the attention even of those who have studied Plato and Kant,
I should point to India.
And if I were to ask myself from what literature we who
have been nurtured almost exclusively on the thoughts of
the Greeks and Romans, and of one Semitic race, may draw
the corrective which is most wanted in order to make our
inner life more perfect, more comprehensible, more universal,
in fact a more human life, I should again point to India".