Flag in Hand, carries the Spirit of his Land—Steadfast, Proud and Forever Free”

By M S Nazki

Flag in Hand, carries the Spirit of his Land—Steadfast, Proud and Forever Free! The flag was waving in the wind. Now whether it was waving hello or goodbye, I do not know.”

-A thoughtful mind, when it sees a Nation’s flag, sees not the flag only, but the Nation itself; and whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the Government, the principles, the truths, the history which belongs to the Nation that sets it forth.”

-We based our government on the doctrine promulgated in the Declaration of Independence that all men are created free and equal and are by nature entitled to certain inalienable rights, which are mentioned in the declaration.

-No man is good enough to govern another man without the other’s consent!

• It is encouraging to find a newspaper of the great influence and circulation of the Journal that tells the facts as they exist, and ignores the suggestions of various kinds that emanate from sources that cannot be described as patriotic or loyal to the flag. The child in the picture does not know all this but tomorrow when he grows up he will know that he was doing the right thing while he was playing in water splashing all over and washing the pebbles with a tricolor in his hands!

-This reminds me of a story of a child back in 1996! There was a streamlet that flowed near our post which was the forward post! A few families stayed there in the vicinity of the post! Rest had migrated to POK as Pak propaganda industry were giving all the cat calls and luring our people to get on to the other side! This is an incident in the village of Tarkundi! We knew that one of the tree sisters was married across the Line of Control! Mind you there was no fence on the other side in those days! The streamlet was also a water resource both for the company and other posts as well as for the villagers! On Sundays the ladies used to come to wash their clothes and it was a weekly affair! But that day it was not Sunday! We had ensured that the dilapidated school had become functional! On that Saturday there was a surprise in store for us? Perhaps after a long time that a Tricolor was waving as it had been put on the roof top of the school! I thought that one of our boys teaching in the school must have done it! But it was not the case! The seven girls studying had asked a local teacher who used to come from Mendhar to buy one and put them atop the school! The daughter who led the charge forward was none other than Nikhat whose mother had been married across the LOC! Now on every house in Tarkundi the tricolor flies high and it is all because of the greatest of the greatest the Indian Army!

The Indian tricolour was raised just before sunset, and as it fluttered up the flagpole a late-monsoon rainbow emerged behind it, a glittering tribute from the heavens.”

-The Children say this very proudly:

-I am happy ‘coz you’re making me proud. We sleep in tranquillity because of you. We are shielded because of you. You are guarding our skies. I am happy that the Tricolour is protected by the brave, Fly High!

-Under the Tricolour, stands a land that is a cultural Superpower.

-Do you know why our national flag flies high? Because it flutters in the last breath of every soldier who died protecting our country.

-A symbol of unity, strength, and sacrifice, our Tricolour is the symbol of this nation’s pride.

-“What is your favourite colour?”, “Saffron, white and green, with pride”

-His last wish was to die for the country and let the Tricolour be her pride.

-Dear India, Keep inspiring and motivating us with your beautiful tricolours that are so soothing to the eyes and yet encouraging; With your dynamic constitution, which is well balanced and sensible in every aspect. Proud to be a part of you . . .

-I admire my tri coloured flag; I am roused to action by seeing it flutter high in the air. It waves me off when I go on my quest and invites me gloriously when I am back with laurels. My nation’s flag is my pride and symbol of freedom.

-Patriotism consists not in waving the flag, but in striving that our country shall be righteous as well as strong. Let the Tricolour revive our spirits and keep it burning for all times.

-We identify the Tricolour with almost everything that we hold dear to us on this earth. The Tricolour stands for liberty, our family, friends, home and nation. It keeps inspiring us all along our journey. Let us stay inspired and also inspire others to take pride in the Tricolour.

-The Tricolour does not wave in a vacuum. It always flutters in the air, powered by the sacrifices of countless patriots. Let us bow down to their noble hearts that bless us from above.

-Meet the young India emerging with flying colours, dynamic and versatile in every manner. Let the world know we are back with a bang.

-Today we come together, be the cause for unity, make it a beautiful day, fight against corruption and hoist the Tricolour of our nation high in the air.

-The Tricolour – not only India’s pride, it is the pride of the world that houses a country that is the largest democracy sporting unity in diversity. We are a glorious example for the world to emulate. Let the Tricolour fly high in the air for eternity.

-The sap of our patriots’ courage, confidence, devotion and sacrifice is in the making of the Tricolour. Let the Tricolour speak our adoration of freedom in tall words.

-I am always inspired at the sight of my tricoloured flag. It reminds me that I belong to a nation that is so ancient, but still energetic in spirit. I love India.

-India is my soul – the Tricolour reminds me that I always belong to a tradition that is admired worldwide and adored for its richness, sacrifice, compassion and sense of humanity.

-When I see the Tricolour flutter in the air so high, I am reminded of the noblest of traditions in the world. Let my spirit soar high every time I see the flag soar up in the air.

In conclusion we will only say that, Vijayi Vishwa Tiranga Pyara, Jhanda Uncha Rahe Hamara, Sada Shakti Sarsane Wala, Prem Sudha Barsane Wala, Viro Ko Harshane Wala, Matrbhumi Ka Tan-Man Sara, Jhanda Uncha Rahe Humara!