Bhim Rao Ambedkar
Dwijendralal Roy, (1863-1913) was a writer, dramatist and lyricist, was born on 19 July 1863 at Krishnanagar in Nadia.
His father was Kartikeya Chandra Roy, mother was Prasannamayee Devi.Dwijendralal passed the graduation from Hoogli College in 1883 and achieved his MA degree from Presidency
College. Then he went to London and achieved FRAS in farming and the MRAC and MRAS from the Royal Agriculture College and Agricultural Society. Coming back to India he was selected as a deputy magistrate in Dinajpur.
In 1905 Dwijendralal founded a literary society, named Purnima Milon, in Kolkata. He was the editor of the journal BHARATVARSA in 1913. Aryagatha (part 2, 1894), Hasir Gan (1900), Mandra (1902), Alekhya (1907), and Triveni (1912) are his famous collections of work of poems and songs. His drawings and satires comprise Ekghare (1889), Samaj Bibhrat O Kalki Avatar (1895), Tryahasparsha (1900), Prayashchitta (1902), and Punarjanma (1911).
He was also a playwright and amongst his mythological dramas are Pasani (1900), Sita (1908) and Visma (1914). His societal theaters are Parapare (1912) and Banganari (1916) and chronological plays: Tarabai (1903), Rana Pratapsingh (1905), Mebar Patan (1908), Nurjahan (1908), Sajahan (1909) and Chandragupta (1911). He was also a renowned creator of modern songs; which is known as Dwijendragiti.
Dwijendragiti consists of five hundred songs on various themes. The anti-British movement motivated him to compose patriotic songs for his native land. Two of his most famous songs, enthused by nationalism are ‘Dhana Dhanya Pushpa Bhara’ and ‘Banga Amar Janani Amar’. Dwijendralal's songs, exemplified by reality, splendor and joyfulness, have turn into an essential ingredient of the Bengali custom.
Dwijendralal has been considered as one of the prominent litterateurs and renowned Indian playwright of India. This great personality had died on17 May 1913 in Kolkata, but still now admired and respected for his sheer dedication to the Bengali literature and indirect participation in the freedom movement.
SARDAR PATEL
India's Man of Steel. He used to earn thousands of rupees every month as a lawyer. But he gave up his practice inorder to fight for the freedom of the country. As a leader of the farmers he forced the mighty British Government to accept defeat. He was sent to prison. As the Deputy Prime Minister of free India, he brought about the merger of hundreds of princely states with the Indian Union, and became the architect of the integrity of India. Honest in word and deed, he was a hero among heroes, a lion among men.
Author - Shivaramu
Sardar Patel
Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel was known in India as the 'Man of Steel'.
Vallabhbhai was born in Nadiad. It was a small village in Gujarat. His father was Jhaverbhai Patel, and his mother Ladbai. Jhaverbhai was a poor farmer. He was a strong and sturdy man. His country and freedom were as dear to him as his own life. In 1857 the people of India fought for their freedom. Jhaverbhai, who was then a
young man, fought bravely at that time. Vithalbhai, Vallabhbhai's elder brother, was also a well-known patriot. He was the Chairman of the Indian Legislative Council.
Once, when he was a small boy,Vallahbhai suffered from a boil in the armpit. There was a man in the village who used to cure boils by touching them with hot iron. The boy went to him. The man heated the iron rod till it grew red. But he hesitated, seeing at the boy's tender years.
"What are you waiting for? The iron will grow cold. Hurry up, brand the boil," said the boy angrily.
The man was even more frightened. The boy picked up the glowing rod and burnt the boil. Those who watched him were shocked and screamed. But there was not even a trace of pain in the boy's face.
The Courageous Student
This amazing boy was born on the 31st of October 1875. (This is the date generally accepted.) The elders were filled with pride and joy at the fearlessness of the little boy; the younger ones loved and admired him. No companion of his ever disobeyed him. By nature he rebelled against injustice. He showed a genuine interest in the welfare of his companions, constantly Enquirer about their needs and problems helped them as best he could, and promoted friendship and unity.
Vallabhbhai's early education was in Karamsad. Then he joined a school in Petlad. After two years he joined a high school in a town called Nadiad. A teacher of this school used to sell the books,which the pupils needed. He used to force all the pupils to buy books only from him. If any boy bought books from others, the teacher used to tease him.Vallabhbhai thought that this was wrong. He spoke to his companions, and saw to it that not a single pupil attended the classes. For a whole week the school could not work. The teacher had to correct himself.
When he was in Petlad he used to cook for himself. Every week he used to carry provisions from home, walking the entire distance. He could have gone by train, but he did not have the money to buy a ticket.
During his school days, one day a teacher made a mistake in working a sum. Vallabh- bhai pointed out the error. The teacher was very angry and said, "All right, you be the teacher." The boy replied, "Very well, sir." He worked the sum correctly, and sat down in the teacher's chair!
Vallabhbhai first chose Sanskrit. Then he changed to Gujarati. Sanskrit was dearer to the teacher who taught Gujarati than his own subject. When Vallabhbhai entered his class, the teacher wanted to taunt him, and said, "Welcome, great man!" Poor man, he did not know that the boy would one day become a very great man.
He asked the boy, in anger, "Why did you give up Sanskrit and choose Gujarati?"
Vallabhbhai answered, "If every one chooses Sanskrit, you will have no work."
The teacher was in a rage. He complained to the headmaster. Vallabhbhai narrated to the headmaster all that had happened. The headmaster said, "I have not seen such a bold pupil." This made the teacher even more bitter. Vallabhbhai, too, did not wish to remain in that school. He went back. He studied at home and passed the examination.
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