Mahatma Gandhi

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The father of our nation and a leader. A source of guidance and a famed lawyer of his time. Also known as Mahtma, he has not failed to inspire millions of people, maybe even billion. Yes, we are talking about Mahtma Gandhi.  After he returned from South Africa in 1915, he joined the congress and started fighting for India’s independence. He, did not use guns or sword. He used non-violence and satyagarh. This was a tool British did not have. He believed that only way to defeat wrong doers was to make them feel ashamed. He played a vital role in freedom struggle.
Mahatama Gandhi was an honest, patriotic, sensitive and kind soul. He made sure that everybody remained honest. He was a true patriotic. His love and dedication to the country was incredible. He was sensitive towards nature and remained kind throughout his life. He is an inspiration for me as he is a perfect role model.
A peace loving person, Mahatma Gandhi detested wars. He was not scared of going to jail. Even though he had to break stones and work like a slave, he never stopped satyagrah. I always wondered that he must have required superhuman power to endure the problems that the country faced. He inspires me to always keep moving ahead no matter what may come.
You should never give up towards improving yourself. His quit India movement for me was the far most impressive. But today almost one third of the market is filled with goods from other countries. Of course, at that time we did not want to cooperate with the British. But even today can’st we show other countries that India has good amenities and facilities. Mahatma Gandhi is an inspiration as he was also a true believer. He believed that the British would have to go away one day. Not only that but his satyagrah is a major source of inspiration for me as they teach me that as long as your demands are correct you should not fear to ask for it in a nonviolent way.
Mahatma Gandhi was a true Mahatma. Good deeds, good qualities and strong perspective. Hence I feel that Mahatma Gandhi will continue to inspire not only me but also a lot of other people.

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