Independence Day 2025 Drama Script in English for 15 August Celebration in School

The Price of Freedom: An Independence Day Drama Script

Characters

• Mrs. Sharma: A history teacher, passionate and kind.

• Arjun: A student, initially uninterested.

• Priya: A student, thoughtful and curious.

• Ravi: A student, loud and easily distracted.

• Lal Bahadur: A freedom fighter, strong and determined.

• Kavita: Lal Bahadur’s wife, gentle but resilient.

• British Officer: Arrogant and cold.

• Narrator: The storyteller, with a clear and strong voice.

Setting

Scene 1: A modern classroom. Whiteboard, desks, and chairs. Scene 2 & 3: A simple hut in a village, circa 1940s. A small mat, a pot, and a few old books. Scene 4: Back in the modern classroom.

The Script

(Scene 1: The Present Day Classroom)

(MRS. SHARMA is standing by a whiteboard. ARJUN and RAVI are looking at their phones. PRIYA is taking notes.)

Mrs. Sharma: (Clapping her hands gently) Alright class, settle down. As you know, Independence Day is just a few days away. I want us to prepare a short drama for the school assembly.

Arjun: (Muttering to Ravi) Ugh, another patriotic play? Can’t we just get a holiday?

Mrs. Sharma: (Smiling softly) Arjun, that’s exactly why we need to do this. We need to remember that our freedom isn’t just a holiday. It’s a privilege bought with a great price.

Ravi: But ma’am, all those stories are so old. I don’t get what it has to do with us today.

Priya: Ravi, they fought so we could have a future. Our education, our freedom to speak… it all came from their struggle.

Mrs. Sharma: Thank you, Priya. You see, the struggle was real. It wasn't just a lesson in a book. It was about ordinary people making extraordinary choices. Let’s imagine what that was like. Let the curtains open on a story from the past…

(The lights dim. A spotlight focuses on the NARRATOR at the side of the stage.)

Narrator: It is the year 1942. The Quit India Movement is in full force. The air is thick with hope, and with danger. In a small village, a family is a silent part of this great storm.

(The lights come up on a simple hut. KAVITA is weaving a small cloth. LAL BAHADUR enters, looking tired but resolute. He carries a few pamphlets.)

(Scene 2: A Village Hut, 1940s)

Kavita: (Rushing to him) You are late, Lal. I was worried. The British soldiers were patrolling the main road again.

Lal Bahadur: (Hugging her) I am fine, Kavita. We held a secret meeting tonight. We distributed the pamphlets for the movement.

Kavita: (Worriedly) But what if you get caught? Our son is so young. He needs his father.

Lal Bahadur: Our son needs a free country more, Kavita. The British have taken our land, our dignity… we cannot let them take our future. I cannot look him in the eye one day and say I did nothing.

(Kavita nods, her eyes teary but proud. A loud banging is heard on the door.)

British Officer: (From outside) Open this door! We know you’re in there, agitator!

Kavita: (Whispering frantically) Lal, hide! Please!

Lal Bahadur: (Standing tall) No. There is no hiding from our duty. If I hide today, I will hide forever. I am not afraid.

(LAL BAHADUR opens the door. The BRITISH OFFICER and two soldiers storm in. They grab him roughly.)

(Scene 3: The Arrest)

British Officer: So, you are the one spreading these treasonous ideas. You’ll be punished severely for this. (He rips a pamphlet from Lal Bahadur’s hand). ‘Quit India’? You people have no idea who you are dealing with!

Lal Bahadur: We know exactly who we are dealing with. We are dealing with oppressors. You can take our bodies, but you can never take our spirit. We will never stop until our country is free!

Kavita: (Crying) Please, leave him alone! He has done nothing!

Lal Bahadur: (Looking at his wife, his voice gentle but firm) Kavita, look at me. This is not a defeat. This is a step towards victory. They can lock me up, but they can’t lock up the idea of freedom.

(The soldiers drag LAL BAHADUR away. KAVITA stands there, sobbing, a look of immense grief and pride on her face.)

(The lights dim again. A spotlight returns to the NARRATOR.)

Narrator: Lal Bahadur was just one of many. A face we will never know, a name we may never find in history books. But his sacrifice, and the sacrifice of millions like him, created the nation we live in today. His story is our story.

(The lights come back up on the modern classroom. The students are silent, with thoughtful expressions. RAVI has his head bowed. ARJUN looks at Mrs. Sharma, his phone forgotten.)

(Scene 4: The Classroom, The Present)

Mrs. Sharma: (Her voice is soft) That man, Lal Bahadur, he died in a prison cell a few months later. He never saw a free India. But he gave his life so that you, Ravi, could sit in this classroom and ask questions. So that you, Priya, could have the freedom to think. So that you, Arjun, could have the right to a holiday.

Arjun: (Quietly) I never thought of it that way, ma’am. I… I understand now.

Ravi: So… it wasn't just a story. It was real.

Mrs. Sharma: It was as real as you and I. Our freedom is a testament to their courage. It is our duty to protect this nation and honor their memory. So, what is our freedom to you now?

Priya: It’s a gift.

Arjun: It's a responsibility.

Ravi: It’s our future.

Mrs. Sharma: (Smiling warmly) And that’s the true meaning of Independence Day. Happy Independence Day, class. Now, let's go out and make them proud.

(The students all stand up straight. They face the audience and say in unison.)

All Students: Jai Hind!

(End of play. The stage goes black.)

The Colors of Unity (Short Play)

Theme: Unity in diversity, representing the tricolor.

Characters:

• Ashok: Represents the saffron color (Courage).

• Shanti: Represents the white color (Peace).

• Hari: Represents the green color (Prosperity).

• Naina: Represents the Ashoka Chakra (Progress).

Setting: A stage with a large white cloth as a backdrop.

(The play begins with ASHOK, SHANTI, and HARI standing apart, looking sad.)

Ashok: (Sighs) I am the color of fire and courage. I want to stand alone, brave and strong.

Shanti: (Shakes her head) But I am at peace. I am pure, and I prefer to be by myself, serene and calm.

Hari: (Looks down) And I am green, the color of growth and nature. I feel my power is best when I am alone, nurturing the land.

(NAINA enters, holding a blue chakra. She looks at them with concern.)

Naina: You are all so powerful on your own. But do you know what happens when you stand together?

Ashok: We would lose our unique strength.

Shanti: We would lose our individual identity.

Hari: We would just become a mess of colors.

Naina: No. When you stand together, you create something far more beautiful and meaningful. You create the symbol of our nation.

(NAINA walks between them, and they all move closer. They stand in a line: ASHOK on the left, SHANTI in the middle, and HARI on the right.)

Naina: (Holding up the chakra) You are the colors of our flag. Saffron for courage, white for peace, and green for prosperity. And I am the Ashoka Chakra, the wheel of progress, guiding you forward. Together, you are more than just three colors. You are one nation.

(They all look at each other and smile brightly. The audience sees the tricolor formed by them.)

All: (In unison) Jai Hind!

From Freedom Fighters to Future Leaders

Theme: The responsibility of being a good citizen today.

Characters:

• Old Man: A wise, elderly man.
• Akash: A young boy, modern and thoughtful.
• Voice of Freedom Fighter: A powerful, disembodied voice.

Setting: A park bench.

(Old Man is sitting on a bench, looking at a newspaper. AKASH walks by, kicking a plastic bottle into a bush.)

Old Man: (Gently) Son, you shouldn't throw that there.

Akash: (Sighs) It's just a bottle, Uncle. The janitor will clean it up.

Old Man: (Smiling) We used to have people who cleaned up a much bigger mess for us. They gave their lives so we could have this clean park and this free country.

Akash: (Confused) Who are you talking about?

Old Man: (Points to the newspaper, which has a picture of the tricolor) The freedom fighters. They fought for more than just a flag. They fought for a clean, respectful, and united India. Their fight didn't end in 1947. It passed on to us.

(A strong, clear voice echoes from offstage.)

Voice of Freedom Fighter: We gave our lives for a country where every citizen would be a leader. Not a leader of an army, but a leader of their own conscience. A leader who would keep their surroundings clean. A leader who would respect every person, no matter their religion or language.

Akash: (Looks at the bottle, then back at the Old Man. He picks it up and puts it in the dustbin.) I… I get it now. They fought for a beautiful India. Now it's our job to keep it that way.

Old Man: (Nods) Exactly. The tricolor is not just a cloth. It is a promise.

(Akash smiles. They both stand and salute the flag in the distance.)

Akash: Jai Hind!

The Unfinished Canvas: A Tale of Unity

Characters

• Mr. Verma: A kind and wise teacher.

• Aisha: A creative and artistic student.

• Gagan: An organized and practical student.

• Raj: A skeptical student, initially reluctant to work in a team.

• Narrator: The storyteller.

Setting

Scene 1 & 2: A school hall. The stage is bare, with a large, plain white canvas in the center. Paint brushes, colors, and other art supplies are scattered around. Scene 3: The same school hall, with the canvas now beautifully painted.

The Script

(Scene 1: The School Hall)

(The stage is bare. MR. VERMA gestures towards a large, blank canvas.)

Mr. Verma: Alright, team. This canvas is for our Independence Day function. You are a team of three, and your task is to create a backdrop that represents the true spirit of India. I have full faith in your creativity.

Aisha: (Eagerly) I have a great idea, sir! I want to paint a majestic peacock, our national bird, with its feathers in the colors of our flag! It will be beautiful!

Gagan: (Holding a notepad) That's a good idea, Aisha. But we need a clear plan. We should divide the canvas into three parts: one for the peacock, one for our national flag, and one for a historical timeline. It needs to be organized.

Raj: (Leaning against a desk, hands in his pockets) Sounds like too much work. We could just buy a big ready-made flag and stick it there. It would be much easier.

Aisha: (Annoyed) It's not about being easy, Raj! It's about being creative and showing our respect. My peacock idea is a symbol of our vibrant culture.

Gagan: And my plan is about making sure we finish on time and cover all the important aspects. Organization is key.

Raj: (Shrugs) Whatever. Just tell me what to do.

Mr. Verma: (Smiling patiently) Teamwork is not about one person’s idea being the best. It's about how you weave your individual ideas together. Remember that. The stage is yours.

(Mr. VERMA leaves. A few minutes pass in silence. The three students stand around the blank canvas, each lost in their own thoughts.)

(Scene 2: The Argument)

(Aisha starts painting a large peacock feather in orange. Gagan draws a straight line with a ruler for the flag. Raj just stands there, looking bored.)

Aisha: (Frustrated) Gagan, can you please not make that line so straight? The colors of our flag should flow like the wind!

Gagan: (Without looking up) But a flag is a rectangle, Aisha. And your peacock is taking up too much space. We have to make room for the timeline.

Aisha: The timeline can go on the side! The peacock should be the center of attention!

Raj: (Sighs loudly) See? This is why I said we should just buy a flag. Everyone has their own idea. We'll never agree.

Aisha: (Shouting) You're not even trying, Raj! You're just giving up!

Raj: And you're both being stubborn! This is a mess!

(The students throw down their brushes and walk to opposite ends of the stage. The narrator's voice is heard.)

Narrator: It was a moment of discord. They were so busy fighting for their individual ideas that they forgot the bigger picture. Just like India, with all its different cultures and opinions. The biggest challenge wasn't the task itself, but learning to work together.

(MR. VERMA re-enters and sees the unfinished, conflicting work. He looks at them, not with anger, but with understanding.)

Mr. Verma: I see the canvas is still unfinished. And you are all standing apart. Do you know what our freedom fighters had in common? They came from different states, spoke different languages, and had different ideas. But they all had one common goal: a free India. They didn't see themselves as separate individuals. They saw themselves as one team.

Aisha: So... what do we do, sir? My peacock… Gagan’s timeline… they don’t fit together.

Gagan: Our ideas are just too different.

Mr. Verma: Are they? Aisha, your peacock is the soul of our art. Gagan, your timeline is the brain, giving it structure. Raj, your practicality is the hands, getting the job done. You are not different. You are diverse. And our country is beautiful because of that diversity. Try again. This time, listen to each other.

(MR. VERMA leaves. A moment of silence. RAJ walks over to Aisha and Gagan.)

Raj: (Softly) Maybe... maybe the peacock can have feathers that show our history. A feather for Gandhi, a feather for Subhas Chandra Bose...

Aisha: (Eyes lighting up) Yes! And Gagan, the timeline doesn't have to be a straight line. It can be a vibrant ribbon flowing through the peacock's feathers.

Gagan: (Nodding, a smile forming) And we can paint the Ashoka Chakra right in the center, as the eye of the peacock, watching over our past, present, and future.

(They all look at the canvas, then at each other. They grab their brushes and start working together, laughing as they combine their ideas.)

(Scene 3: The Finished Canvas)

(The lights come up brightly. The canvas is a stunning masterpiece. A beautifully painted peacock with a feather timeline, and the Ashoka Chakra in its center. The three students stand proudly in front of it.)

Aisha: We did it!

Gagan: It's more beautiful than any of our individual ideas.

Raj: I guess teamwork isn't so bad after all.

All Students: (Facing the audience) We are different colors, different voices, and different ideas. But on this Independence Day, we stand as one. We are India!

(They all hold hands and salute. The stage goes black.)

The Colors of Our Nation

Characters

• Student A: From North India (e.g., Punjab, Uttar Pradesh).

• Student B: From South India (e.g., Tamil Nadu, Kerala).

• Student C: From East India (e.g., West Bengal, Assam).

• Student D: From West India (e.g., Gujarat, Maharashtra).

• The Flag (Voice-Over): A powerful, unifying voice.

Setting

A school stage. In each corner of the stage, there are props representing different parts of India: a small dholak (drum), a rangoli design, a mat for classical dance, and a few small props like a book on history. A large, beautiful national flag is lying folded in the center of the stage.

(The lights come up on the stage. Students A, B, C, and D are standing in their respective corners, each speaking with pride about their region.)

Student A: (Stands tall, proudly) We are the land of mighty rivers and golden fields! Our culture is rich with the Bhangra dance and the taste of Makki di Roti. We are the guardians of the North, where the mountains stand tall and strong!

Student B: (Sits gracefully, gesturing with their hands) And we are the land of ancient temples and coconut groves! Our music and dance, our language, our traditions—they are thousands of years old. We are the heart of the South, a land of knowledge and tradition.

Student C: (Looks thoughtful, holding a small book) We are the land of poets and philosophers, a cradle of art and thought. From the serene tea gardens of Assam to the bustling markets of Kolkata, our spirit is one of deep wisdom and creativity.

Student D: (Clapping their hands with energy) And we are the land of trade and enterprise! Our festivals are full of color, our food is a feast of flavors! We are the hardworking, vibrant spirit of the West!

(The students start to move towards the center of the stage, their voices becoming more assertive.)

Student A: We are the real strength of India! We have the might of the Himalayas!

Student B: But we have the intellect and the deep history! Our temples are a testament to our greatness!

Student C: We have artistic and intellectual heritage! That is the true mark of a great nation!

Student D: And we have commerce! The economy of India runs through our cities!

(The students are now close to the flag, arguing. The stage lights dim, and a gentle spotlight shines on the flag in the center. A powerful, unifying voice is heard.)

The Flag (Voice-Over): (Softly at first, then gaining strength) Stop. Stop this debate. Look at me. Do you see the North, the South, the East, or the West? Do you see mountains or rivers? Do you see different languages and different dances? No. I am not a collection of states. I am one nation.

(The students fall silent, looking at the flag with wonder. The Voice-Over continues.)

The Flag (Voice-Over): The saffron on me is for the courage that is found in every corner, not just one. The white is for the peace you all seek. The green is for the prosperity you all work for. And the Ashoka Chakra is the wheel of progress, turning for everyone, together. Your strength is not in your differences. Your strength is in your unity.

(The students slowly look at each other, understanding dawning on their faces. They walk toward the center of the stage and gently pick up the flag. They hold it up together. They begin to speak in unison, their individual voices now a single, powerful chorus.

Student A: We will not forget our roots... Student B: ...but we will also grow together. Student C: We will celebrate our differences... Student D: ...and make them our strength.

(The students start to sing a patriotic song or recite a pledge. They stand shoulder to shoulder, holding the flag high. The stage is filled with a sense of unity and purpose.)

All Students: Jai Hind!

(The lights fade out as the song continues.)