A. R. Rahman got it right. Ma Tujhe Salaam.Thai Mannai Vanakkam.Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram. So beautiful, so perfect. Two words. Vande Mataram. I salute you, my Mother! Vande Mataram! My beautiful Mother. My loving Mother. Vande Mataram. Two words that say so much. You get goosebumps just hearing those two words. Two words that have traveled so far. Two words that literally guided a whole nation's freedom movement. Vande Mataram. Mother, I salute you. What would we not do for these two words? For our Mother? These words have the power to draw people out of their homes and into the streets. The power to unite the people. The power to make them fight as one nation, one people. The power to make them take all the beating, all the torture, and still stand firm. The power to make grown-up men cry like babies. The power to enable even a small child(Azad) take all the whipping, and not let out a sigh. The power to make young people, barely in their twenties, happily embrace the hangman's noose. What immense power!
I salute you, Mother! Beautiful Mother! My Mother! There can be no words to say what I want to say. But you know what I would say, if I could, right? I love you so, so much Mother! I live for you. Someday, I hope to die for you. Will you let me, my sweet, sweet Mother?
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