Grooming patterns in gold chains 

தங்க செயினில் மாங்கல்ய உருக்கள் கோர்க்கும் முறை

How to change Thali

A mangala sutra (Thaali) is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam, which identifies her as a married woman. The significance of the mangala sutra was re-iterated by Adi Shankara in his famous book Soundarya Lahari. According to Hindu tradition, the mangala sutra is worn for the long life of the husband. As told by religious customs and social expectations, married women should wear mangala sutra throughout their life as it is believed that the practice enhances the well-being of her husband. Thali Kayiru Thali Kayiru Knot thali korlum murai thali Kayiru matrum murai thali Kayiru matra nalla naal thali designs Tamil thali Kayiru matra nalla neram in Tamil thirumangalyam mangalya kayiru matrum murai mangalya kayiru matra மாங்கல்ய கயிறு மாங்கல்ய கயிறு மாற்ற உகந்த நாள் மாங்கல்ய கயிறு மாற்றும் முறை how to change Thali Kayiru in Tamil how to change Thali to gold chain in Tamil urukkal korpadhu eppadi உருக்கம் கோர்ப்பது எப்படி how to change Thali rope thirumangalyam pinnal korkum murai thali Kayiru changing method

From: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-Qo4k6_mFM&ab_channel=AthmaGnanaMaiyam

Bruce Lee Back Again

Ryusei Imai i am a huge Bruce Lee fan Ryusei 7yearold from Japan birthday 2010.4.16 How many artists had have tried to imitate the great martial artist Bruce Lee? The answer to it is more than hundred. Martial artists over the world have tried to mimic the great action sequences of Bruce Lee in the past 35 years or so, but none whatsoever has come an inch close to this video. The video sees a 5-year-old kid from Japan mimic the greatest martial artist known to humanity. The less than 2-minute video sees how Ryusei Imai copies the action sequence from movie ‘The Game of Death’ even without looking at it. This video has over 10 million views and counting in less than few weeks, since it appeared online. It is delighting to see the five-year-old kid impersonate the nunchaku scene, played by Bruce Lee himself.

From:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4xzUDpp5FU

World's Best Guitar Player Unbelievable

Amin Toofani at Harvard shows his jaw dropping skills with guitar. It is Jaw Dropping. See yourself to believe it.

FT 8012 September 2016

Design Thinking

At 8012 FT Design Centers progressive financial institutions realise their transformation ambitions. Identify white spaces in a stimulating environment engineered for collaborative design thinking. Work with leading product and solutions specialists who have led the most complex and ambitious change initiatives at banks around the world.

A group of 34 students from the School of Business Administration, University of Miami, visited the 8012 FinTech Design Center on 2nd March 2016.

Karuppasamy at Azhakarkovil Madurai

Great worship at Azhakarkovil Madurai. Pathinettampadik Karuppar Swamy.

Vande Mataram

Vande Mataram is the national song of India.The song was written by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee.

The first two verses of Vande Mataram adopted as the "National Song" read as follows:

vande mātaram
sujalāṃ suphalāṃ
malayajaśītalām
śasya śyāmalāṃ
mātaram
vande mātaram

śubhra jyotsnam
pulakita yāminīm
phulla kusumita
drumadalaśobhinīm
suhāsinīṃ
sumadhura bhāṣiṇīm
sukhadāṃ varadāṃ
mātaram
vande mātaram

Translation (English):

Mother, I salute thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

bright with orchard gleams,

Cool with thy winds of delight,

Green fields waving Mother of might,

Mother thee

Translation (Tamil)
வந்தே மாதரம்!
சுஜலாம் சுபலாம்
மலயஜ சீதலாம்
ஷஸ்யஷியாமளாம்
மாதரம்
வந்தே மாதரம்

ஷுப்ரஜ்யோத்ஸன
புலகிதயாமினிம்
புல்லகுஸுமித த்ருமதல
ஷோபினிம்
சுஹாசினிம் சுமதுர
பாஷினிம்
சுகதாம் வரதாம்
மாதரம்
வந்தே மாதரம்

Full Version:

vande maataram...

vande maataram...

maataram...

sujalaam sufalaam malayaj sheetalaam

sasyashyaamalaam maataram

vande...

shubhrajyotsna pulakit yaaminiim

phulla kusumita drumadal shobhiniim

suhaasinim sumadhura bhaashhinim

sukhadaam varadaam

maataram... vande maataram

sapta koti kantha kalakala ninaada karaale

nisapta koti bhujaidhruta kharakarvaale

sapta koti kantha kalakala ninaada karaale

nisapta koti bhujaidhruta kharakarvaale

ka bola ka noma eith bole

bahubal dhaariniin namaami taariniim

ripudalavaariniin maataram

vande maataram ...

tumi vidyaa tumi dharma, tumi hridi tumi marma

tvan hi praanaah shariire

baahute tumi maa shakti,

hridaye tumi maa bhakti,

tomaarai pratimaa gadi mandire mandire

 vande maataram...

tvan hi durgaa dashapraharanadhaarinii

kamalaa kamaladala vihaarinii

vaanii vidyaadaayinii, namaami tvaam

namaami kamalaan amalaan atulaam

sujalaan sufalaan maataram

vande maataram...

shyaamalaan saralaan susmitaan bhuushhitaam

dharaniin bharaniin maataram

vande maataram...

Translation: 

Mother, I salute thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

bright with orchard gleams,

Cool with thy winds of delight,

Green fields waving Mother of might,

Mother thee.

Glory of moonlight dreams,

Over thy branches and lordly streams,

Clad in thy blossoming trees,

Mother, giver of ease

Laughing low and sweet!

Mother I kiss thy feet,

Speaker sweet and low!

Mother, to thee I bow.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands

When swords flash out in seventy million hands

And seventy million voices roar

Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?

With many strengths who art mighty and stored,

To thee I call Mother and Lord!

Thou who saves, arise and save!

To her I cry who ever her foe drove

Back from plain and sea

And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,

Thou art heart, our soul, our breath

Though art love divine, the awe

In our hearts that conquers death.

Thine the strength that nerves the arm,

Thine the beauty, thine the charm.

Every image made divine

In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,

With her hands that strike and her

swords of sheen,

Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,

And the Muse a hundred-tone,

Pure and perfect without peer,

Mother lend thine ear,

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

Bright with thy orchard gleems,

Dark of hue O candid-fair

In thy soul, with jewelled hair

And thy glorious smile divine,

Loveliest of all earthly lands,

Showering wealth from well-stored hands!

Mother, mother mine!

Mother sweet, I bow to thee,

Mother great and free!