A piece of Cloth? A Flag means more.

 

It gives me a deep sense of pride and belonging when I see or hold the Tricolour.

Is it just a piece of coloured cloth? A mere symbol?

No.

It represents something far deeper — our sense of belonging, our pride in this land, its people, its culture and its heritage; the land we proudly call our own.

This year, that feeling carries a little more weight. India marks its 80th year of independence — eight decades since a nation of a billion stories chose to write its own future. Eighty years since a flag smuggled across oceans, sewn in secret, and raised in defiance finally flew over a free land without asking anyone's permission. It seems like the right moment to step back and ask a simple question: why does a flag move us the way it does?

To answer that, we have to go back much further than 80 years.

Before Nations, There Were "Standards or laanchanas"

A bit of background

Long before flags meant countries, they meant "follow me" or "this ground is ours." The earliest known flag-like objects —Laanchana or vexilloids, as historians call them, standards mounted on a pole rather than cloth flown from one they are mentioned in ancient India, Egypt and Chinese In the Roman vexillum, a square of cloth hung from a crossbar and carried into every legion's battles from around 100 BC. None of these was quite a "flag" as we'd recognise one today — that would wait perhaps for cloth-weaving techniques to spread through the medieval world. But the instinct behind them is the one we still feel: raise something high enough, and scattered people can look up and know exactly where they belong.

That instinct of "Belongingness", as it turns out, has one of its oldest and richest expressions right here.

The Word..

The Sanskrit word for flag, ध्वजः (dhvajaha), comes from the root dhvaj — to shake, to waver, to flutter — a fittingly literal name for an object whose entire purpose is to move in the wind. Over centuries it travelled into Prakrit as jhaya (Indicating Victory - maybe) and dhaya, and its distant cousins are still with us: पताका (patākā - banner), ketu (pennon), and patakini, which the poet Kalidasa used in the Raghuvamsha as a synonym for an army on the march, since no army worth the name marched without its standards.

 

पुरन्दरश्रीः पुरमुत्पताकं प्रविश्य पौरैरभिनन्द्यमानः

भुजे भुजङ्गेन्द्रसमानसारे भूयः भूमेर्धुरमाससञ्ज

 

The King, possessing the glory of Indra (पुरन्दरश्रीः), entered the city which had its banners hoisted (पुरमुत्पताकं) and was joyfully greeted by the citizens (पौरैरभिनन्द्यमानः). He once again placed the yoke (burden) of the earth (भूमेर्धुरम्) upon his arm, which possessed a strength equal to that of the lord of serpents, Shesha (भुजङ्गेन्द्रसमानसारे).

How far back does the dhvaja go? Possibly further than any text can confirm — some Indus Valley seals, dated to the third millennium BC, show figures carrying pole-mounted standards, though what exactly those standards meant to the Harappans is still guesswork. What isn't guesswork is the Vedic record: the Atharva Veda already speaks of a flag as the device of Surya, the sun god, and by the time of the Rigveda, flags and standards appear as an established part of how gods, kings, and armies were pictured.

The Ramayana, too, is dense with dhvajas and patakas — fluttering over the towers of Lanka, or marking the grandeur of Ayodhya and the Soorya lineage (vamsha), rising over the chariots of kings as a mark of lineage and might.

By the time of the Mahabharata, the dhvaja had become something close to a character in its own right. A well-known passage in the epic catalogues the flags carried by the warriors of Kurukshetra, each one a kind of visual signature: Arjuna's chariot carried the Kapi Dhvaja, bearing Hanuman himself, who is said to have promised, during Arjuna's years of exile, to sit atop his standard through the great war and roar loud enough to unsettle the enemy. Bhima's flag bore a lion; Karna's, an elephant. On a battlefield without radios or uniforms, a warrior's flag was how his own side found him in the chaos, and how the enemy knew exactly whom they were facing. 

This wasn't just poetic flourish that appear in Ramayana, Mahabharatha or Kalidasas works . By the time of the Mauryan empire in the 4th century BC, the flag had become administrative fact. Kautilya's Arthashastra records that different divisions of the Mauryan army carried distinct dhvajas and patakas, so that commanders could track formations across a battlefield the way a modern general reads a map — flags bearing the Garuda (Eagle), the Varaha (boar), the Naga (serpent), or the Mayura (peacock), often on a saffron field marking imperial authority.

And it never really stopped. Almost every dynasty that rose in India afterwards carried its identity into cloth. The Guptas, devout worshippers of Vishnu, flew the Garuda as their standard. Among the great southern kingdoms, the Cholas marched under a tiger, the Pandyas under a pair of fish, and the Cheras under a bow and arrow — three emblems distinct enough that, centuries later, historians still use them to tell the dynasties apart on inscriptions and coins. The Chalukyas and, later, the mighty Vijayanagara empire flew the Varaha, the boar, invoking Vishnu's third avatar as protector of the earth or Bhoo devi (Goddess earth). In Mysore, the Wodeyar dynasty flew the Gandaberunda, a mythical two-headed eagle — a flag so enduring it remains Karnataka's state emblem today. Shivaji Maharaj built his kingdom in the 17th century, and raised the Bhagwa Dhwaj — the saffron flag — with the swallow-tailed Jaripataka, its gold-bordered variant, becoming the standard of Maratha power across much of the subcontinent for the next century and a half.

Read together, it's a striking thing: centuries before "flag" meant "nation" anywhere in the modern sense, Indian kingdoms were already using dhvajas exactly that way — as portable, unmistakable answers to the question "whose ground is this, and who stands on it?" or declare "Belongingness".

A Few Curious Threads From Elsewhere - Trivia.

Flags carry a surprising amount of personality once you look beyond India, too. Nepal's flag is the only national flag on Earth that isn't a rectangle — two stacked triangular pennants representing the Himalayas. Denmark's Dannebrog, a white cross on red, is interesting, with a legend claiming that it fell from the sky during a 13th-century battle. And when the Apollo astronauts planted the American flag on the airless, windless Moon, they had to stiffen it with a wire hem — otherwise no photograph would ever have caught that famous ripple, because on the Moon, nothing ripples at all.

Small, almost playful facts — but they point to the same truth the dhvajas already told us: a flag is one of the few objects human beings have agreed, across centuries and continents, is worth carrying to the ends of the earth just to say: we were here, and this is who we are.

The Flag That Led a Revolution

India's modern tricolour did not arrive fully formed — it was fought for, redesigned, smuggled, and rewritten almost as many times as the freedom movement itself changed shape.

The story usually begins in 1906, with the unofficial Calcutta Flag of green, yellow, and red bands, born of the Swadeshi movement. In 1907, the revolutionary Bhikaiji Cama carried a modified version to the International Socialist Congress in Stuttgart, Germany, and unfurled it before an international audience — remembered as the first Indian flag raised on foreign soil. It kept evolving alongside the movement: the 1917 Home Rule flag still carried the Union Jack in its corner, a sign that many still sought dominion status rather than a clean break. That changed in 1921, when Pingali Venkayya presented Gandhi with a design built around the charkha, the spinning wheel, as a symbol of self-reliance; by 1931, the Congress had refined it into saffron, white, and green with the charkha at its centre, and this version carried the movement through Quit India in 1942.

It was in those final years that the flag found one of its most stirring, least remembered moments. Subhas Chandra Bose's Indian National Army, the Azad Hind Fauj, flew its own tricolour — the same three colours, but with a springing tiger at its centre instead of the charkha. On 19 March 1944, Colonel Shaukat Malik led the INA into Moirang, in present-day Manipur, and raised that flag on Indian soil — more than three years before independence actually arrived. For a few fleeting months, a free Indian flag flew over free Indian ground, raised by Indians themselves.

When independence finally came, the flag changed once more. On 22 July 1947, a Constituent Assembly committee headed by Rajendra Prasad replaced the charkha with the Ashoka Chakra — the 24-spoked wheel from Emperor Ashoka's Lion Capital at Sarnath — rooting the flag in a civilisational symbol rather than the emblem of any one movement. Three weeks later, it rose over a free nation for the first time.



When the Tricolour Rises: A Few Stories of Pride follows

Every generation since has added its own small story to that flag's long history.

1948 - Olympics



In 1948, at the London Olympics, India competed for the first time as an independent nation. Its hockey team won gold, and forward Balbir Singh Sr. would recall the medal ceremony for the rest of his life with a single line: "When I saw the flag, I felt I was flying."

1999 - Tiger Hill

Half a century later, in the summer of 1999, that same flag was carried up mountainsides in the Kargil war. Captain Vikram Batra, leading his men to seize Point 5140, radioed back his success with the words "Yeh dil maange more" — this heart wants more — before going on to lead further assaults that would eventually cost him his life. The image of the tricolour planted on Tiger Hill remains one of the defining photographs of that war.

2023 - Chandrayaan

And in August 2023, it wasn't a battlefield or a stadium but a control room in Bengaluru — scientists and engineers at ISRO, watching Chandrayaan-3 touch down near the Moon's south pole, waving small tricolours before the cameras. Different fields, different centuries even, but the same thread running through all of them: the flag doesn't just mark victory. For the people under it, it's often the reason they kept going long enough to win one.

Unfurled or Hoisted? Knowing the Difference

If you've watched India's two biggest national celebrations closely, you may have noticed the flag is never treated quite the same way on both.

On Independence Day, 15 August, the Prime Minister hoists the flag at the Red Fort — it begins folded at the base of the pole and is raised, quite literally, from the bottom to the top as the national anthem plays. This mirrors the moment itself: a nation rising, ascending to freedom for the first time.

On Republic Day, 26 January, the President unfurls the flag rather than hoisting it — it is already fastened at the top of the pole, folded shut, and is opened outward at that height rather than travelling upward. The symbolism is deliberate: by January 1950, India was no longer rising toward freedom; it had arrived, and was instead affirming its identity as a sovereign, constitutional republic. One is the language of ascent. The other is the language of arrival.

How Do You Salute a Flag?

Which brings us, finally, to the simplest and most personal question of all: what do you actually do when the flag goes up?

For those in uniform — the armed forces, police, and NCC cadets among them — there is a formal answer: a crisp hand salute, the same gesture rendered to a superior officer or a fallen comrade. For the rest of us, the Flag Code of India asks for something simpler, and in some ways harder: to simply stand. To stop whatever we're doing, face the flag, and hold ourselves at attention — silent, still, present — for as long as it takes to rise or unfurl.

Because that, in the end, is what a flag has always asked of the people who claim it — from a warrior's chariot standard, to a dynasty's tiger or boar or sun, to a tricolour raised on a mountainside at terrible cost. Not worship, not spectacle. Just a moment of stillness, in which a piece of coloured cloth stops being cloth at all, and becomes, again, everything it was always meant to represent — our belonging, our pride, and the land we proudly call our own.

Jai Hind!

 

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