Oh men! Oh proud men of Āryavarta! Pick up your arms. Lift up your swords, your spears, your staves. Strap on your shields. Raise up your maces. Girdle your loins. Let your blood sing with the song of your ancestors.

Whether Kalari, Silambam, Gatka, or Mardani Khel, Thang-Ta, Mallayuddha, or Vajra Mushti, our people have developed the arts of the body and weapons in ways unseen outside our homeland. 

So go forth and find the nearest teacher of these ancient arts. They could mean the difference between life and death. Be the ever-vigilant guardsman agains the forces that would seek to wrest away from you the glory of your forebears and the birth-right of your children.