Who does not know the bravery stories of Rani Lakshmi Bai of Jhansi As soon as they are mentioned. We go back to our childhood and start humming the lines of Subhadra Kumari Chauhan in which she says!
Fought a lot manly.
She is from Jhansi.
The queen was
So let's listen to the history of Rani Lakshmibai written in golden letters in the pages of history.
Courage.
Story of bravery and patriotism. In the year 18128 in Bhadaini of Varanasi district. A baby girl was born in the house of Moropant Tambe. That girl was named Manikarnika. The name was big, so the family members started calling him Manu. Later the world came to know her by the name of Rani Lakshmi Bai, Manoj now speaking. Couldn't even learn. But his flirtatiousness made him everyone's favorite. Gave. As soon as he saw it. When four years What happened? No one came to know. Then suddenly one day the shadow of Mother Bhagirathi Bai was removed from his head. They have forever. Had closed his eyes. Now the father was Moropant Tambe. Whom Manu had to nurture as both mother and father. It was not easy to bring up a motherless daughter, but Moropant's father did not lose patience. He turned away from his responsibility. He never let Manu feel the absence of his mother.
And raised him like a son. Maybe his childhood.
Only Manu's talent was recognized. Sometimes along with studies, he also taught war skills to Manu. Slowly Manu. She became proficient in horse riding, fencing, and archery. Right in front of the eyes. Manu became skilled like a warrior.
More and more of his time now started passing on the battlefield. It is said that Manu's father first wanted a boy as a child so that his lineage could be carried forward. But when Manu was born, he had decided that he would groom him like a son. Manu too.
Did not disappoint her father and quickly learned every skill taught by him. For this they
Didn't even shy away from getting on the field in front of the boys. Seeing them, everyone used to tell their father that their daughters are very special and they are not at all like ordinary girls. Nana Saheb used to be his friend in Manu's childhood. By the way, there was a huge age gap between the two. From Nana Saheb Manu. Were almost 10 years older, but their friendship was.
There was never this difference in age between them. Along with Nana Saheb and Manu, there was one more person who often used to stay with these two. The name of that person was Tatya Tope. Since childhood, these three used to play together and also in war competitions.
Used to participate together. It is believed that when Rani Lakshmibai fought the First War of Independence. Even then both of them supported him shoulder to shoulder. Manu used believed since childhood that she can do all the work like boys. Once he saw that his friend Nana was roaming on an elephant. Seeing the elephant, the curiosity of riding an elephant aroused in him too. She interrupted Nana and said that she wanted to ride an elephant. On this, Nana directly denied him. He believed that Manu is not fit to ride an elephant, this thing in Manu's heart.
She was touched and told Nana that one day they too would have elephants of their own. Going forward when she became the queen of Jhansi.
So this thing proved to be true. Manu must have been just 13-14 years old. When she was married to Gangadhar Rao, the king of Jhansi. He was also blessed with a son, but. He died at the young age of four months. Raja Gangadhar Rao adopted a child to save his kingdom from the British. The child was named Damodar Rao. But Gangadhar Rao passed away the very next day after the naming of the child. Due to not having children of her own, the British government issued an order to leave Jhansi to Rani Lakshmi Bai. The Governor-General Lord Dalhousie captured Jhansi and the Rani. Issued an order to oust him from the throne. But the self-respecting queen had decided that she would not give her Jhansi to the British. When the English ambassador came to the queen with the order to vacate the fort, the queen roared and said, I will not give up my Jhansi.
In January 1858 the English army advanced to capture Jhansi. Lakshmibai jumped into the battlefield and her army stopped the British advance. The battle lasted for two weeks and the English army had to retreat. But the British would come back again and again with double the strength. Jhansi's army was tired of fighting. Finally, in April 1858 the British captured Jhansi. Rani Lakshmi Bai managed to escape from the fort by dodging the British along with some of her trusted companions. The Rani and her army reached Kalpi and planned to capture the fort of Gwalior. The king of Gwalior was not prepared for any attack.
On May 23, 1858, the queen suddenly broke down on Gwalior with her soldiers and on June 1, 1858, the fort of Gwalior was captured by the queen. Gwalior. English rule.
was very important The possession of Rani Lakshmi Bai on the fort of Gwalior was a big defeat for the British. The British attacked the Fort of Gwalior. There was a fierce fight in the queen. Like electricity. Lakshmibai was moving forward while eliminating the B ritish. It was the second day of the battle of Gwalior. The queen was surrounded by the British while fighting. They reached the stream, where there was no way to go further and their horse was not able to cross the stream. The queen was alone and hundreds of British soldiers together started attacking the queen. The queen fell after getting injured, but she did not let the British soldiers go.
Gave and even while dying, he killed them all. Lakshmibai did not want that after her death. The British should be able to touch the body. There was a hermit's hut nearby. Sadhu brought Lakshmibai to his cottage. Lakshmibai pleaded with the monk to burn her immediately and thus Rani Veergati was received in Gwalior on 18 June 1858. Life of Rani Lakshmi Bai
source of inspiration. With this, we can write a new chapter of struggle. If Rani Laxmibai and other greatest women like her did our country.
For. If we had not fought, we might have been slaves of the British even today.
Jhansi.
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