O India! Forget not that the ideal of thy womanhood is Sita, Savitri, Damayanti; forget not that the God thou worshippest is the great Ascetic of ascetics, the all-renouncing Shankara, the Lord of Umâ; forget not that thy marriage, thy wealth, thy life are not for sense-pleasure, are not for thy individual personal happiness; forget not that thou art born as asacrifice to the Mothers altar; forget not that thy social order is but the reflex of the Infinite Universal Motherhood; forget not that the lower classes, the ignorant, the poor, the illiterate, the cobbler, the sweeper, are thy flesh and blood, thy brothers. Thou brave one, be bold, take courage, be proud that thou art an Indian, and proudly proclaim, I am an Indian, every Indian is my brother. Say, The ignorant Indian, the poor and destitute Indian, the Brahmin Indian, the Pariah Indian, is mybrother. Thou, too, clad with but arag round thy loins proudly proclaim at the top of thy voice: The Indian is my brother, the Indian is mylife, Indias gods and goddesses are my God. Indias society is the cradle of my infancy, the pleasure-garden of my youth, the sacred heaven, the Varanasi of my old age. Say, brother: The soil of India is my highest heaven, the good of India is my good, and repeat and pray day and night, O Thou Lord of Gauri, O Thou Mother of the Universe, vouch safe manliness unto me! O Thou Mother of Strength, take away my weakness, take away my unmanliness, and make me a Man! (Swami Vivekananda)
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 15:13:17 +0000
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