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By then Chetak cried out and fell down The stream of
blood started flowing again and again The
most loyal companion of Rana Who
even after being born in the animal form, held the position of a real brother for Rana
Brave Chetak was
taking his last breaths after being injured Suddenly the pain is great The guard of
fame is immortal Chetak kept his head in Rana's lap
Chetak made a statement
Keeping his head in Maharana's lap, Chetak breathed his last That
Khan Chetak, if you open your eyes and get up and speak
You have made me helpless Don't be
cruel to me, tell your enemy the sorrow
Your top on the elephant's head, my love Seeing your sleep, the
agony increases Friend, you are the same
Chetak who used to put a top on the elephant's head by himself
What has happened to you today, you are
so lifeless on earth Bapu came In just one day,
in a few hours the battle of Haldighati came to an
end The curtain of a heart-breaking theater
fell But
in the blood-soaked heart of Maharana Pratap, instead of ending, this war started
beating with a new flame
In just one day In a single day Maharana had lost the wealth of his entire life
thousands of brave Rajputs were ready to
die for his word forgetting a
brother like Chetak and Mewar had discovered everything
that now it was not just a fight for independence but a
solution to revenge had also been found in it now
Maharana would not fight like a human being but would perform the
Tandava dance like the Adidev Lord Shankar
[Praise] [Music]
[Music]
Salutations to you
I am Manoj Muntashir and this is the
last act of Haldighati
that you have listened to me for so many weeks that
in my simple words you have described the
extraordinary valor and bravery of Maharana and I am indebted to you there was
a village of Maharana Pratap
why is it amazing because Maharana himself was amazing
he stood up against Akbar at a time when
almost all the kings and princes around were
bowing down and saluting that model Abu
Banswara Dungarpur Malwa all had
accepted the supremacy of Akbar only Pratap
Mehta who remained steadfast on his valor
and sorry what is it
I fight for myself I do
not fight for my rights I fight for my motherland
my Anybody can fight this. History
remembers those who rise above themselves
and die for their land. It
remembers not the heads that sacrifice their time but the heads that get chopped off. If
these heads that get chopped off were not there, we would still be
carrying the stigma of slavery on our heads.
Independence would have remained a dream. Swords
sleep in their sheaths where there is luck. They
rot in basements
where there is a horse in place of blood. That evil soul does
not remain independent. The swords of the heroes of India
never slept in their sheaths. Akbar or any other
model of rule never prevailed over the whole of India. There was no such
thing as the Delhi Sultanate.
Mughals rule over some parts of this country by combining different states. A
word like empire like sultanate is nothing
more than a joke.
We gave more permission than needed to the robbers who ruled from Mehrauli to Yamuna and it is
regrettable to say that by
calling true warriors, we made these criminals
heroes. What is an empire? It
was the Magadh Empire. It was the Chola Chehra
Pandeyan Mughal. If we had
really been slaves of the Mughals, Turks, Khiljis and greedy people, then
today no trace of Sanatan Dharma and civilization would have
remained here. Hindus would have been
wiped out forever. India would have become something else.
Like when Persia was enslaved, it became Iran. When
Mesopotamia was enslaved, it became Iraq. The
situation is in front of us that
if we had really been slaves, no other
community or religion would have flourished on the land of India. The
heroes of India never
wore bangles on their hands and in a very
sponsored way, an
attempt was made to fill us with an inferiority complex that
we were downtrodden and weak. Hundreds of readings were made about the Mughal Empire.
What all was
exaggerated about the Delhi Sultanate. Why were we not told today that Maharana Hamir Singh
imprisoned Mohammad Bin Tughlaq for six months.
Why were we not taught that Maharana Kumbha kept Sultan Mahmud Khilji of Malwa captive for months?
Defeated badly in the battle of Khatoli,
where is this chapter in the text book? There have been
dozens of such wars where
we have trampled these terrorists under our feet. In the seventh century,
Bappa Rawal chased Mohammad bin Qasim
till Iran and
killed him. Why are we not
offered this? Anyway, let us return to
that brave son of Mother India who had become death for the Mughals.
Maharana Pratap, who was roaming
in the jungle escaping the evil eyes of Akbar
and was counting each day for the
day when he would again
hoist the saffron flag on his Mewar. See the scene of that jungle
All this plunder, all this rainy season has passed. Sapphire entered the mountain, the waves of
cars fluttered. Who has come and seen the depth of this
light? It laughs in this that it is all fine art.
Who is searching for whom? By lighting the lamp of fireflies, the
soft lips part with the waves and the
kiss seems to be flirting with someone. He remained in the heart of someone.
The world's night falls, opening the veil, the moon laughs
that the above teenage girl sacrifices herself seeing this image. The
unconscious, unblinking Chakori
who scattered the pearls on the pieces of these two or the stars, free roaming in the blue sky,
justice or is the
American bound, in whose hands are the handcuffs, the sale of that enslaved
mother, the battles of tears are these special
pearls of dew, are they drops of dew or
Mother India is crying tears of blood tied in chains, that with
this memory the buds of Rana's Guru
withered, when he saw the land of Mewar, his eyes filled up,
now he understood that the saint Sudhakar is
erasing the bad times by caressing with his hands, by showering flying nectar, for the
protection of the mother, all my brave warriors have
died in the vast sky,
non-humans are being sold among the stars, for the sake of pride, I have
started a mad battle, now it is lying at the mother
's feet on Hari's Pauri, yes, as long as there is a
sword in the hands, the
sharp honey of the spear is to enter the drink, as long as there is blood in the veins, the
fabric of breaths, till then the heart has to be
quenched by becoming a moth, the dry bread made of grass,
till then the water of thoughts, till then the sieve will be hit
on sacrifice Sacrifice Rana
narrated his life sacrifice to the electric wires, his village
Bhajan Gir
Shravan repeated, suddenly Maharana
heard the sound of his daughter crying and in the
meantime the baby's cry came from the cave, the
pain of Karuna of the girl was heard, there was the mother's difficulty from the prison,
release or there was the mother's
cry, separation from the brothers, showers of arrows with swords,
whose heart was restless, with fierce
challenges, bread was available after two days, that too in the early morning,
on a bed of grass, pebbles and stones,
vehicles came, saw corpses on corpses in the houses, saw the
wounded groaning, saw Hari's eyes
pouring out, even then the snow of that brave
and immovable Himalaya melted in front of him,
hearing that the girl's throat said
yes yes, the dry holy Ganga flowed from the eyes,
pain came out better like a river from the path of the eyes, uniting the
hungry and thirsty,
taking the baby in the lap, asked why are you crying Karuna,
seeing the compassion, Maharana's daughter
replied decisively and Rana, is it
enough to tear the heart of any father
and in her childish language she Sobbing she
said, hungry and thirsty, Holi is in her heart,
yes, today the flame of hunger is not right for me, I am
thirsty since yesterday, my heart is getting
intoxicated, he gave me bread made of grass,
giving me water from the spring to eat, she said to run
away from mother, I used to eat dry bread here, which I have
told you before, she used to sing patriotic songs,
Meena says the truth, I had only
eaten a cover of manure, then the cat took it away, which is
why I had come, I listen, you are the king, I am your
dear Shoni, I am your dear daughter, I
listen, you are the king, I am your dear Shoni,
what mercy is there to return him, seeing
my condition she used to cry, you used to give me
sweets to eat, now you get bread to eat, why are you
crying, who is that enemy who has
destroyed the army, you mother, who has
exiled us all, give me a small
NC sword too, I will kill him and
drive him away, listen, let him be printed, the
queen started crying suddenly, listening to the words of the girl,
tears were flowing continuously from the eyes of Rana too, in that deserted place, the
children cried calling them mother, Dheeraj lost his patience on hearing the lamentations of Luv Kush, he
lost his patience, he became freedom What kind of a
marriage is this, in which the
children have a limit to bear half according to their position, he
could not bear the pain, yes,
he sat down to write the peace letter, Maharana was on the seat,
never cared for his pain,
but seeing his daughter in this condition, his
inner self accepted Akbar under whose rule Ropar
and who had put his life at stake in Haldighati,
today he was forced to bow down to write a treaty to the same Akbar,
but the queen stopped his hand and said be
careful, the queen held Rana's hand and said
hiding that paper-inkpot from her impatient husband, the
queen reminded Rana that he is not just the father of
his daughter, he is
also the father figure for millions of people of Mewar,
if he becomes weak for a daughter, then
it will be a great injustice with his children and subjects, the
queen said you are the pride of India,
you are serving the mother, the truth is if someone
asks me, you are India, you are the life
of Sanatan, you are the life of humanity, you are the hand of powers,
you are the wealth of purity, if you
become a coward and betray, then who will
take the burden of India on his head Or
how many widows have been robbed by following you, Lal Ladki? By
losing their beloved ones, by giving them the lure of freedom,
Jhala has taken a vow Chetak has fulfilled his wish by doubling the taste, then
how much authority does he have to write a treaty? When
tears are still flowing like a blind mother, I am tired
of understanding, then now take the burden of protection, look at me, I will
become like Chandi, give me your sword,
hearing these words of diabetes, looked up impatiently and
laughed at cowardice, mixing with the stars
and looked towards the sky, Maharana saw the
martyr Jhala in the clouds, who
gave his life to save Rana, he
saw Chetak like a brother, who himself climbed up to help him cross the river, Maharana
Maharana
realized that Jhala, Chetak and the
countless souls of Haldighati and are threatening them,
Jhala is smiling in front of him, and is
also wanting a girl, he is improving,
all the brave men who died, they would have
praised the queen, you steal from her, the
option arose and the sky turned away, the face of the black money was
seen, she is the queen, she is towards herself Shala
said he became happy by holding the beautiful house in his hands,
Queen Patan was important in the world,
meanwhile the enemy army surrounded the Rana and created a
ruckus on the mountain, swinging the sword and engine, by
then Randhir Bhil came to his house with
weapons, hiding in the park with his help, Rana could bring
his hungry family with his help, the
darkness of midnight was thick, nothing was
visible even with the eyes of the lotus,
silence reigned over the mountain, in great weight,
Gira Ravali was sleeping, covered in darkness,
leaves of all kinds were falling slowly on the ground, having come to the ground, he
slept well in decision, by singing songs to the evening, the
sandalwood started burning, the burning
flame of fire was cool, even the elders were shivering wearing garlands of frost, the world was impatient and restless, shaking
with the groups of people, tears were flowing with the indecent mixture of efforts, the
death of the news, the tears of the sky were scattered on the fruits,
how safe would that winter night be for the appointments of TC, how terrible would that cold night be
How fearful that winter night must have been,
but he was a
useful yogi then. He was silent
in himself, in which the world also slept.
Someone used to sit and listen to the sad stories of the desert.
Rana's day had ended on the banks of that waterfall. He was
sitting in a corner, there was some person in the forest. Sometimes he used to
listen to the tales of the people, and
sometimes he used to shiver after listening to the gusts of Maruti. Taking the
mantra of Bharat from the waterfall,
whenever the wind blew, causing pain to the mountain, then
he used to sigh inside the quilt. After sleeping, he used to
remember his mother like a madman. He used to say that the
enemy has come to my house. Ganeshji, he used to say that I have to do the stars for
mother's service. Now the days of serving the mother have passed. Then I have
discipline in the crimes of the people, but there is
control over even an inch of hunger.
I even today rule the hearts of the people,
so is the enemy's rule over my motherland.
How can I explain this sorrow
that after 24 days, I have come to eat roti. Just
look at my face, then I saved the life of the devotees. Now the
days of roaming in the forest have come
as soon as the moments of awakening came.
I am extinguishing the fire of the fire, saying teachers, the story of the war is going on drop by drop, yes, sobbing, the queen's tears are reaching, only love, old leaves, the water-carrier, but a recruitment from the river bank, till then the enemy guest shone, I am the
devotee, hidden among the thorns, eating that
tender love, I remained the food of grass and leaves,
that very leaf, I remained in the holes of the thicket, only
that, getting tired of walking, I
sat down in the shade of a tree, stopping for a moment, drying
my worn out body, the queen
cried, making the children cry thirsty, she
slept on a bed of kusha-thorns, to make them sedatives,
till then the sound of Ayodhya coming to the ears, the
children opened their eyes, saying mother, mother, out of
fear of the noise, tied Venus with bark, fear, we started
crying hiding in the house with the queen, we have not been called for a
long time, call me now, there is Ghevar now, he is
visible in front, he is worn out of eyes,
when I can't bear it anymore, I get up with the letter and
sword alone, the queen says, it is still
time to struggle, even then If I don't stop for a moment, the
children start crying and start getting restless, asking for food. The
sword immediately falls from my dependent hands.
In the stream of these eyes, the pupil is the third fish. In the hands of comfort,
this weak body of mine is restless with thirst.
This is called life. This is life.
Now, for the sake of the mother, he will have to leave Mewar.
For a few days, he will have to
break all ties with his mother. [Music]
[Music]
Maharana had come to know that neither his family nor his family is
safe in the forests of Mewar.
Akbar's vultures will come from
any corner to pounce on his flesh.
With a heavy heart, Rana took a decision.
If he is fighting for his motherland, then he will have to
abandon his motherland first. Now,
staying in a far-away place, Rana can do something. He
can repay the debt of the one in whose lap he played. Maharana Pratap
Pratap
went and offered his children to the queen who was sleeping. Saying this, he
woke up his family. With tears in his eyes, he
hugged Shakun and said, you people should greet mother from here.
People should serve a mother in their hearts. Do not delay in exploiting Sharad.
Now the waves of time cannot give
even an ounce of gold to Mewar That Maharana who was the
master of entire Hanuman That Azam was not
destined to have even a straw of land to sleep in the same Mewar I should
go to some remote corner Now tell Shesha,
this foul smell or that Azhar's life, this is the
suppressed Sanjeevani
Hearing this sad story The queen based the angle of her aanchal and
greeted her with tears in her eyes
Yes, the queen shivered, the
thread of her sari was sari and there was some silence When the children also asked their mother by spreading their aanchal The children
also cried and said no to their
mother Even the stone was melting on seeing
that the Rana bowed his crown and got
ready to leave Wife took the child in front and behind her husband
Baldhari Is immediately the crackling of someone's footsteps was
heard, some human sound was heard then the
chant of Jai Jai came Suddenly the sound of someone's footsteps was
heard and a slogan also The peace of the forest
happened something like this The victory of Rana,
victory of Rana, victory of Rana,
victory of Pratap, victory of Rana always be victorious Putt
asked the queen, what am I I am sleeping, do I
dream or am I restless with illusion Do
you also hear it or do I
hear the melodious sound In the churning of Jai Jai,
I hear Muktibodh Rana was
in this dilemma when Bhamashah
appeared in front of him Bhoma was the minister of Mewar and a
very old loyalist of the Sisodia dynasty
Time had put a
question mark on his loyalty
But today he had returned to his Maharana By
then Bhavna threw the stick in her hand
My child Kahar placed the Trikuti on Rana's feet
Washing his feet with tears slowly
he said This is my service Saying this, he opened the mouth of the decisions
Khin Khan Khan Mani
placed the amount of pearls in the currency Rich in gems Silence of consumption
Circle Collect the money From this money you will not earn
salary You will be juiced once again Now
victory will be yours Bhamashah placed his entire
property at the feet of Rana He had only spoken pain
No connection Rana Cut the bonds of Mewar
Free your motherland from the shackles of Akbar Prisoner in jail mother
does it daily or are you free If you bless your mother with
this blessing, then he is dependent on the growth of the
ascetic. Yes,
saying this, the saliva fell on Avini.
He could not say anything better than that. He forgot everything.
On coming, he sat holding the cut jaanu.
On getting tired, Rana embraced him. On taking cowardice, he bid farewell.
farewell.
On taking the emotion, the doors of the house opened due to his efforts.
Ali came out with the music of the singer.
Now Rana, taking the money given by Bhamashah,
started gathering the army to fight.
Usha decorated Rana's head with a golden crown. Or
getting up, the bird clan sang the song of victory of Mewar. The mother
saw the flowers in the soft leaves for a week. The
thin line of hope in the crime of the brave man,
he got the strength of the Himalayas. He got the service of the mother
and got the power of the destroyer. He got the
power of Chandi. He got the brilliance of the sun. He did not have all the
things. He
hoisted the flag on the house and the mountain and roared like the clouds of Sawan. He took
out the sword and shined it. He roamed around in the number and
then kept it in the sheath.
Now Maharana Pratap is
ready. He was with his army to
take revenge for Haldighati It was the month of Phagun
Madhav was ready to drive away the peace There was preparation for the Rana to take out the enemy
Here was a procession there The red Palash
tree of the forest was red, Shri red Abir Gulal was red Here the
soldier's joy red flowers of the fight with anger
And the farmers went to cut the fields with
weapons in their hands Hey, brave man, went to cut the throat With a
sharp sword on this side The cuckoo
filled magic and played your flute on this side For the brave, Rana
Pratap heard the war bugle To receive the sound of Bhairi there, he went with his
naked sword
Here the heads of the warriors moved, I
saw both of them Both had advanced husbands Both of their
swords came out of the sheath together
Both walked step by step The warriors with their kingdom, one with a
ghazal was ahead, one with
his thunderbolt Bhairav of Sukumarudu Both the
teams clashed The warriors attacked each other The
enemy's army became trees, their braids
caught fire Arjunmand moved forward as soon as he saw the rear
boy Kuntal, the breath of his head woke up The
devastating struggle that the warriors got was the Mughal
White got time to take revenge of Haldighati from the enemy. It was because of the
disorders of the elephant that the arms of the elephant were
filled with ornaments. The
fierce Krishna-
like Rana also jumped into the battle like an eclipse. Like
hemp in the dense darkness, the dark sun shines on the battlefield.
battlefield.
Ajay Rana shone.
Rana had lost everything in the battle of Haldighati and that is why the
fight with Akbar was not limited to just independence.
In fact, Maharana had given up fighting like a human and was doing
Tandava dance like Maharudra Lord Shankar.
Seeing the challenge of Rana,
Satyaveer Samar also shivered seeing the moving sword of Rana. Abhiram was attacking one after the other.
Hearing the roar of Pratap, Abhishrava's arms were tied with shrouds.
Rana used to run in front of the frightened soldiers with sharp teeth. He used to attack
Amritraj from behind. He used to kill lakhs of people and
put his foot on Avni. That horse was Amar only. He
dismounted from the battle field. Let's run. It was the real pair of Chetak. I saw
that horse surrounded in the eyes of the army,
but I saw him above, I
saw him fighting in my group. Sometimes he walked, becoming Atal,
sometimes he froze like an arrow like a slipper, then he shrank. He
ran like a breeze, there was no solution,
on the elephant he would become blunt,
Ali's blood would flow from the heat, the horse would move forward, that
means someone stopped him, he became Maa
Kaal's Kaal, according to the free, someone stopped him,
he became Mahakaal, fierce, he was
seen alone in the battle field taking Rana with him, taking the
life of Adi, he took the revenge of Chetak. Rana
sat on it, on which the army was crazy, the
same old sword of Haldighati was in his hand, it was cutting the
head of the elephant rider with agony, it was cutting the
ground with head and skull, it was shining brightly, the
land destroyed by the atrocities of the enemy was running away, thought Meena, I
stitch it with fame, it was Rana's hard
sword, it shone like lightning, then it got
absorbed in the Mughal - it came out making chhap chhap chhap, then
Yudhishthir also did the position of the spoon, it
was Meena She was flashing like lightning, hissing,
counting the food, she went across the army, and
matching the throats, she went from one side to that, she
drank and let the blood boil, she roamed around in the battlefield with merriment,
etc. then she would take it down and eat it, whichever
elephant she was intoxicated with, rubbing the blood of terror on her body,
body,
she was playing Holi with the companionship in the fight, sometimes
automatically, sometimes changing colors in teasing,
cutting and spreading them like carrots and radishes
in the battlefield, seeing this condition, the enemy army
ran away from the battle field, the
memory of violence burned in the crime of Rana Pratap's heroes, one by one, the
Maharana, taking back all those who were
obscene, Akbar, taking the sword, chased Anikini till he was appointed and
planted the saffron flag, the Rana did
his Ganpa, then the river kept rising, the
sword started shining, immediately
climbed on that tough fort,
opened the doors of the fort, the Mughals are there, but
then he took it, now
Rana Pratap has surrounded the proud group of the clan, in this way, cutting
only the wish, the soldiers, taking the mercy of the soldiers,
cutting the peas in the fields The way
farmers would lay down the swords of Mewar country, Hari-devotees came
out of the bath, no one lived even a life,
corpses were left on top, corpses lay useless, Maharana
Pratap conquered Kumbhalgarh as well, after winning,
Rana's flag was raised on Kumbhalgarh, he hit the
sandal with his foot, Harika's throne stood up,
then very strong towards you, Rana Pratap's
army was growing like a storm, take the people in trouble, that
Sanatan army was growing like a storm, within a year,
taking all its forts, Ranbir Vahini roared,
giving worry to Very Good, Mewar fell,
then Rana hailed the flag bearer, fried on the flame,
Madhu Pushkar Rana's Samod Purti Mustafa's
new bandanwar was tied in every house, with the sound of shehnai playing,
water filled urns came to the doors, all the
kings and emperors came
together, the members sang and sang, the singer sang the victory
song, the audience was forced to sing, the poets recited
their poems I sung the glory of Rana The
hungry bowed their heads, the new throne was respected
Money was given to the beggars There was continuous feast
after feast Days got new clothes
Celebrations were held every day for years Maharana got his sleeping
self-respect back and the
message to Akbar that Rajputs are ready to die on Monday
but are not prey to the chains of the enemy at the feet of the motherland The
saffron flag floating on the forts of Mewar was getting stuck on Akbar's defeat
And Mother India's love was showered on a son like Maharana Akbar
Akbar
left Delhi and went to Lahore
and history is witness that he could never muster the
courage to return and confront Maharana Does
this question still arise in anyone's mind that
who won and who lost in the battle between Akbar and Rana?
Tearing apart the sponsored and false histories, accept the truth that
Akbar was defeated and Maharana Pratap was victorious The
lesson of Haldighati ends today, but
I will come back again with
some more unheard stories of our great India. Jai Hind, Jai
Hindi, Jai Bharat Jai Bharti did it
[music]
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