The Superiority Of Sivagangai Princess Velu Nachiyar

In the counselling hall of the Sivagangai Palace, Governor Lottie Gott sits in an arrogant way. After a while, Sivaganga King Muthu Vaduganathar enters. Leaning further back in the chair, Governor Lot Dee speaks in a gesture of authority, as if shaking his right foot over the left.

"Mr Pearl Vaduganathar, the tax that the water owes us, has not been built for a long time. Why? Need an explanation?"

The king does not know English, The governor does not know Tamil. The translator who came with the governor stood with his hands clasped and his mouth closed, silent. Seeing the King's confusion, his inability to understand his speech, a concordant smile in the Governor's eyes.

"Do you not know English?"

A ridiculous view of Velu Nachiyar, who was watching all this from outside the room, stormed into the room.

"You are the ones who came to beg to us, we need to know our mother tongue, we do not need to know your language."

Just a minute later, Lot Tee wakes up, unaware of himself, curling up. In English, "who is she shouting heroically?" He did not understand. "Do you only know English? Behold, I speak in Telugu what I have just said." The governor was awake. "Behold, I speak in Malayalam." The governor's eyes widened in surprise. "Listen to what I say in Kannada." Lot tea began to linger. "Listen to what I say in Urdu." Can you run out of the room? The thought entered Lot Dee's mind. Within a woman, can so many languages take refuge? The governor, who sat majestically, now stands with his hands clasped. "This is our soil. Our country. Our people. Every atom here, tells of our labour. Our country was formed by the labour, sweat and sweat of our people. The rivers that flow here, the trees that stand, the wind that blows, the sun that shines, and the rain that falls tell the glory of our soil. If we bow our heads to love and approach if, with arrogance, the head will roll on the ground. You came from somewhere to survive, are you asking us for taxes? We are not used to paying taxes. Ask for help, I will give you anything. Another time, if you ask for a tax, the taxpayer will not have a mouth to talk." Even after Velu Nachiyar finished, kneeling in English, the words kept echoing in the governor's ears for a long time. The governor, realizing that he would not survive if he stayed here any longer, hurried out of the palace. Princess Velu Nachiyar who fought and won against white imperialism.