Veer Pratap Ko Naman

Kumbhalgarh Ke Aanchal Mein,

Ek Balak Jab Raat Ko Ro Utha,

Subah Suraj Muskaayi Thi,

Mewar ne Khushiyaan Manayi Thi.

Jab Jab Uske Teer Chale,

Talwar Kisise Takraye,

Shatru Ke Wrid Kaape,

Uske Naam Se Aise Daare.

Bheel O Ke Woh Mitra Kika,

Mewar Ka Dharti Putra Tha,

Veer Pratap Janam Se Hi,

Mewar Ka Rakhwala Tha.

Bhai Shakti Jab Gaye Chodh

Sinhasan Ka Mol Jana.

Bhai Bhai Se Laree Aise

Moh Hai Takt Ka Maana.

Ajab Amar Hai Unki Kahani,

Baccho Baccho Ko Hai Sunani,

Jaivanta Ke Guroor Se Paale,

Kshatriya Woh Jo Kabhi Na Taale.

Chittor Ke Jauhar Ke Ashko Se,

Jiska Rajya Baitha Tha,

Uss Pratap ne Kabhi Bhi,

Dusra Jauhar Na Hone Di.

Haldighati Ke Mitti Ko

Range Rakt Talai Tha.

Man Singh Pe Vaar Kiye Woh,

Chetak Se Toh Sher Bhi Darta Tha.

Dukh Bhare Jeevan Mein Woh,

Na Jaane Kitne Apne Khoye,

Ajab Chetak Ke Jaane Se,

Rajya Se Bhi Vimukh Huye.

Par Jhuka Nahi Sarr Rajput Ka.

Larte Rahe Woh Mughalo Se.

Anth Mein Akbar Ne Maana,

Nahi Jhukega Pratap Talwaro Se.

Hari Ghaas Ki Roti Khayi,

Malmal Mein Kabhi Na Soye,

Ghar Unka Jungle Hi Bana,

Mahal Ka Sukh Kabhi Na Bhoge.

Bharat Ke Woh Pehla Putt,

Jo Swabhimaan Ka Prateek Bana.

Bharat Ka Woh Pehla Rakt,

Jo Swadeenta Ke Liye Baha.

Chavand, Chittor, Kumbhalgarh,

Roye Thee Unke Yaad Mein.

Maano Aakhein Taras Gaye,

Unke Jhalak Ki Chah Mein.

Jab Sara Bharat Karta Naman Aise Shurveero Ko,

Maat Bhulna Tum Unn Maata O Aur Stree O Ko.

Yodha Ke Mann Mein Jisne

Bhari Prem Ki Daali Thi,

Sehmi Si Par Swabhimani,

Ek Ajab Deh Mann Mein Basti Thi.

Jab Jab Unke Chott Bhare,

Par Zakhm Dil Pe Rehti Thi,

Tabh Tabh Ek Maata Sadev,

Lep Se Umeed Bharti Thi.

Jab Yudho Ke Hunkaar Uthe, Eklingji Ke Naam Se.

Tabh Tabh Streeyaan Unke Liye Jeevan Ki Mannat Mangti Thi.

Veer Woh Jo Jhuke Nahi,

Par Ek Aas Jo Mita Nahi.

Chittor Raha Mughalo Ka,

Par Woh Antim Saas Tak Ruke Nahi.

Jhalla, Punja, Tanwaro Ne,

Di Ahooti Prano Ki.

Sab Ke Liye Larte Rahe Woh,

Sarr Na Jhuke Rajput Aan Ki.

Jab Woh Gaye Dharti Se,

Maano Dharti Bhi Roya Tha.

Akbar Kya Aasu Bahaye,

Mewar Ka Kann Kann Roya Tha.

Aj Bhi Hum Bhule Nahi,

Aapki Unn Balidaano Ko,

Aj Bhi Akhiyaan Dhundti Hai,

Aap Ke Jaise Swabhimaaniyon Ko.

Bharat Karta Naman Ek Shurveer Ko.

Mewar Karta Naman Apne Veer Putra Ko.

Sab Aj Bhi Karte Naman Apke Adarsho Ko.

Main Karti Hoon Naman Apke Diye Huye Har Ek Ehsaas Ko.

As Written By Suranya Sengupta,

On 8^th May, 2017.

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His Wife

" Where is the Kesar, Rama? And the Kalash?" Ajabde looked visibly displeased at the daasi who ran. " They are at the fort gates and nothing is ready yet!" She exclaimed. She was clad in a red Jora and the jewellery she had inherited as the first Kunwarani of the crown prince. Little Amar ran down the hallway towards his mother. " Maa sa Maa sa... who is coming with Daajiraj?" His innocent question made her heart sink. " Bhanwar Ji." Sajja Bai called out to him. " Come here I will tell you." Amar rushed to his Majhli Dadisa. " Ajabde." She turned at Jaivanta Bai's call. "They are here." " M... My Aarti thali..." Ajabde looked lost like never before. Jaivanta Bai held her stone-cold hands, making her stop. She patted her head and gave her a hug. The hug gave her the comfort she was looking for as her racing heart calmed down. Jaivanta Bai left her alone with her thaal. " Maa sa!" Amar exclaimed

My Everything

Kunwar Pratap stormed into the Mahal at Gogunda. Happy faces of the chieftains and soldiers welcomed him as Rao Ramrakh and Rawatji stopped the ongoing Raj tilak. A visibly scared Kunwar Jagmal looked clueless at a visibly angry Kunwar Pratap. Rani Dheerbai Bhattiyani hadn't expected this son of Mewar to show up that too twenty-one days after his father's death. He was not informed as per Dheerbai's instructions. She looked at Rawat Ji. He must have gone to Raoji at Bijolia. No one except them knew where Kunwar Pratap was staying. It was for the safety of his family. " What are you doing Chotima?" A disappointed voice came. She could stoop down so low? " We were about to inform you..." She spoke up in her defence. " When Dheerbai ji?" Maharani Jaivanta Bai, clad in white entered the hall as people bowed before her. " After your son's coronation?" " I did nothing Badima I swear!" A low voice came from Jagmal. " Maha

To Protect You

Kunwar Pratap was in court with Rana Udai Singh. The Mughals were conquering a huge part of the north courtesy of Bairam Khan and Mewar on their routes to the ports of Gujarat. " Dajiraj we need to secure the roads leading to Agra and also towards the west. The attack-prone areas should always be under surveillance." " Yes Ranaji. Baojiraj is right." Rawatji agreed. In the Rani Mahal, everyone was preparing for a grand lunch. Ajabde was making a sweet dish for the princes and princesses and in a hurry, she forgot to add the Kesar and Badam on top. As she served the smaller princes including Kunwar Jagmal, Dheerbai came to inspect her eldest son's food. " What is this? Who made this? Kokoiaji?" She stormed to the kitchen with a bowl of sweet dishes. " Kunwaranisa did." Came a scary answer, from Veer Bai. " Ajabde Baisa." Her words let out a silent gasp from the lesser queens who stood witness. Calm and composed, Ajabde walked up

Chapter Two: Catastrophe

Abhaya was suffocating as she could now taste the soot and ash in her mouth. She could see the smoke engulf her. The boxes around her turned into shadows in the blurred vision. She opened her mouth to breathe but the choking air wanted to make her cough. She ran, stumbling upon some boxes and utensils towards the window on the other side. It was shut firmly and her weak hands could do little to move it an inch. She placed the end of her saree over her face and coughed, hoping not to be heard from the outside. The sound of chaos and footsteps outside was increasing. She heard a scream. Was it her mother? Her sister? Or one of the sisters-in-law? Were they escaping? Should she try too? She tried to find something to break the window with, but instead, she froze at the sight of flames entering through the cracks of the door she had shut behind her. Abhaya said a soft prayer. This is how it ends. This was not the country her father served. This was not the country her mother read stories o

Towards You

Kunwar Pratap and Ajabde were friends. He didn't feel awkward sharing his plans and thoughts with her anymore. She was more than happy to advise him on everything. She was happy he listened to her advice before taking or discarding them, be it on what to wear to Padmavati's Sagai or how to befriend the revolting Bhils. He loved the way Ajabde always used metaphors from Puranas and Ramayanas to explain the toughest things so easily. She expressed herself so well, so easily that it amazed him. The Afghans were now led by Mehmood Shah. They have made secret territories in the forests and waited to attack. Rawatji and his spies had confirmed the news and Udai Singh had warned Mehmood Shah to withdraw his troops from Mewar in vain. Now, it was time they declared war. Mehmood Shah had limited resources in Mewar. And his spies clearly suggested that in no way could he win, especially with Kunwar Pratap leading his troops. He was having second thoughts about the war. One of his aides

Chapter One: Masquerades

“Reginald Dyer is yet to apologise for the incident which was criticised worldwide. Punjab is on high alert.” The transistor in the living room broke with the morning news. “On other news the League of Nations…” Meera wiped the already clean surface of the showcase for the second time while listening to it. One of the servants came around and switched the channel to a station where a Raga played. Meera tip-toed up to the transistor and looked around before lowering the volume. She was standing outside the door of the Magistrate’s home office, clad in a saree borrowed from Nimai’s mother, who worked at her Pishima’s house. “I need it for my maid back where I work.” Meera lied with a straight face. Nimai’s mother did not care; she was getting Didimoni’s beautiful blue Jamdani instead of her tattered clothes; she would not think twice about this unharming exchange. Meera tried to listen. The gardener sang outside, tending to the flowerbeds as his scissors snipped the bushes back to shape

Love?

“I swear I can kill that Sakhaveer.” Balwant swung his sword at the Dangal as Ratan and Ajabde looked on. Ajabde hid a smile as Ratan looked amused. “Like you did last time?” Ratan’s chuckle made Ajabde press her hands with a soft no as Balwant stopped his sword and looked angry. “What do you know Ratan?” He roared angrily. “What do girls know anyways about fighting??” “Jija can fight better than you.” Ratan looked angry and defensive. “Ratan! Leave it.” Ajabde insisted. “No!! Jija, I saw you, you are better…” “Then let’s have a duel Jija.” Balwant insisted. “No.” Ajabde looked surprised and shaken. “It’s been such a long time since I have …” “No excuses Jija, teach him! That girls can be…” Ratan insisted as Balwant handed her a sword she took rather reluctantly. She tied the corners of her dupatta together and her braid in a bun. Kunwar Pratap was making his way out at the Dangal when he heard swords clash. He gathered the father-son duo would be at the Dangal

Protibimbo: Characters

Before Indian Independence Movement gained its prominence and momentum in the year 1930 across Bengal with the weaponry loot by Surya Sen, attacks across the offices of British Raj in Bengal by Bengal Volunteers, Jugantar Dol and other prominent anarchists, and Binoy-Badal-Dinesh stormed into Writers' Building, the 1920s were a built up to the movement when several large and small scale anarchist groups worked underground to strike the system of British Governance. It was a time when Indians realised that conferences did not bring independence to colonies, they had to pick up arms against the British Imperialists. This story is fictional. But in its core, every character represents several hundred unnamed heroes and sheroes of our freedom struggle whose names do not appear in the pages of history. " Protibimbo " meaning reflection is a story that reflects on relationships, freedom, sacrifice and battles fought within the society of that time. Characters: Abhaya: 15-year-o

Understandings

After counting days, Ajabde was happy that she was going to Bijolia. She knew how eager her mother and Ratan would be to know about her new life. She couldn't wait to hug her mother and feel like... Home. She was selecting gifts for her parents and her siblings as per Ranima's instructions. Then suddenly an idea struck her mind. Her new family welcomed her with so much love and support. Especially Ranima and Majhli Maa Sa. She wanted to give them something. Suddenly she remembered that Ranima had loved her embroidery work on dupattas back in Bijolia so she called a Dasi and ordered some plain Chunris and embroidery threads. She had a lot of work to finish in a day before leaving. Kunwar Pratap came back into the room to see her on the floor, right in the middle of the room with red, green, yellow, and pink all sorts of dupattas scattered. " What's all this?" He asked not sure if he should be asking. " I am making gifts. For Ranima, Majhli ma, Rani Dheer Bai

Love Struck

A new dawn was about to break in Mewar. Kunwar Pratap shifted in his bed, as the lamp shone in the darkness. He was now facing her sleeping figure. Her hand rested on the pillow between them, the pillow he chose to keep there in the first place but now it seemed like the symbol of the distance he wanted to bridge between their hearts. He stared at it lost in thoughts. I promised myself to make you mine, But how? What if you... He stared at the sleeping figure admitting in silence that no one, even the bravest enemy scared him like her calm composed self did. I am thinking like a typical husband. He smiled. What to do now Ajabde? I am terrible with my words unlike you. Pratap Singh! You need to learn a few things! He looked back at the ceiling in his thoughts. What if I drop hints? She knows me so well, maybe she will understand without me actually speaking for myself. The thoughts made his face light up. Yes, Yes that will be perfect. Let's try this. But... First thing first... so

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