The Badagas are an indigenous people inhabiting the Nilgiri Hills of Tamil Nadu, southern India. Their language is Badaga. They are the largest indigenous social group in Nilgiris.
The Badagas are the largest aboriginal indigenous group among the native tribes of The Nilgiris District.Unlike any other region in the country, no historical proof is found to state that the Nilgiris was a part of any kingdoms or empires. It was originally a tribal land and was occupied by the aboriginals such as the Badagas, Todas, Kota, Kurumba, Irula, Panniya, and Kattunaicken. Todas had “munds” that is their settlements in Ooty, Kodanad, and Ketti Mandhada, Garswood, and PPI Mund.[2]
The Badagas had their “Hatties” that is villages throughout the district, some of the main hattis are Gundada, Katteri, Melur, Nanjanadu, Nandhatti, Pandhaluru, Yedakadu, Nedugula, Yedapalli,Ellithorai, Bettatty, Thummanatty, Bikkatty, Naduhatty, Manihatty, Achanakal, Honnathalai etc. The Badagas are the predominant tribe as per the Madras Gazetteer 1908. The hills were developed rapidly under the British, who also termed the District as a “Dark Country”, akin to Africa being called the “Dark Continent”, the term “Dark” connoting that its hinterland was largely unknown and therefore mysterious to Europeans until the 19th century. Henry M. Stanley was probably the first to use the term in his 1878 account Through the Dark Continent. It has no history of its own. It had neither kingdom to conquer nor fort to capture.[2]
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For highway's guns and gold
The earth, the sky, the sea
Future and history
This is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
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Trained not to try
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And those who died to set us free
Must be afraid of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
The parade is all lies
It's a death march in disguise
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So we can play our parts
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
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The prophets are all there as well
For teaching is about the hell
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No this is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
And Christ gets locked up in a cell
The prophets are all there as well