'I will remember what I was, Because I am sick of rope and chain! I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to a frigging arrogant man for a bundle of junk sugarcane. I can and will go out to my own elephant kind, plus the wood-folk in their lairs, and will still go out until the day, and until the morning break. Coming out to the wind's untainted kiss and the water's clean caress; I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake. I can and will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!'

This is what Kala Nag bellows about.