Indian Railways Reservation Code and Description

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Sri Ganesh Ashtottara Shatanamavali

Sri Ganesh Ashtottara Shatanamavali (108 Names of Lord Ganesha)

Om Gajananaya namaha 1
Om Ganadhyakshaya namaha 2
Om Vignarajaya namaha 3
Om Vinayakaya namaha 4
Om Dwimaturaya namaha 5
Om Dwimukhaya namaha 6
Om Pramukhaya namaha 7
Om Sumukhaya namaha 8
Om Krutine namaha 9
Om Supradeepaya namaha 10

Om Sukhanidhaye namaha 11
Om Suradhyakshaya namaha 12
Om Surarighnaya namaha 13
Om Mahaganapataye namaha 14
Om Manyaya namaha 15
Om Mahakalaya namaha 16
Om Mahabalaya namaha 17
Om Herambaya namaha 18
Om Lambajatharaya namaha 19
Om Haswagrivaya namaha 20

Om Mahodaraya namaha 21
Om Madotkataya namaha 22
Om Mahaviraya namaha 23
Om Mantrine namaha 24
Om Mangalaswarupaya namaha 25
Om Pramodaya namaha 26
Om Pradhamaya namaha 27
Om Pragnaya namaha 28
Om Vignagatriye namaha 29
Om Vignahantre namaha 30

Om Viswanetraya namaha 31
Om Viratpataye namaha 32
Om Sripataye namaha 33
Om Vakpataye namaha 34
Om Srungarine namaha 35
Om Ashritavatsalaya namaha 36
Om Shivapriyaya namaha 37
Om Sheeghrakarine namaha 38
Om Saswataya namaha 39
Om Balaya namaha 40

Om Balodhitaya namaha 41
Om Bhavatmajaya namaha 42
Om Puranapurushaya namaha 43
Om Pushne namaha 44
Om Pushkarochita namahaya 45
Om Agraganyaya namaha 46
Om Agrapujyaya namaha 47
Om Agragamine namaha 48
Om Mantrakrutaye namaha 49
Om Chamikaraprabhaya namaha 50

Om Sarvaya namaha 51
Om Sarvopasyaya namaha 52
Om Sarvakartre namaha 53
Om Sarvanetraya namaha 54
Om Sarvasiddhipradaya namaha 55
Om Sarvasiddaye namaha 56
Om Panchahastaya namaha 57
Om Parvatinadanaya namaha 58
Om Prabhave namaha 59
Om Kumaragurave namaha 60

Om Akshobhyaya namaha 61
Om Kunjarasurabhanjanaya namaha 62
Om Pramodaptanayanaya namaha 63
Om Modakapriya namaha 64
Om Kantimate namaha 65
Om Dhrutimate namaha 66
Om Kamine namaha 67
Om Kavidhapriyaya namaha 68
Om Brahmacharine namaha 69
Om Brahmarupine namaha 70

Om Brahmavidhyadhipaya namaha 71
Om Jishnave namaha 72
Om Vishnupriyaya namaha 73
Om Bhaktajivitaya namaha 74
Om Jitamanmadhaya namaha 75
Om Ishwaryakaranaya namaha 76
Om Jayase namaha 77
Om Yakshakinnerasevitaya namaha 78
Om Gangansutaya namaha 79
Om Ganadhisaya namaha 80

Om Gambhiraninadaya namaha 81
Om Vatave namaha 82
Om Abhishtavaradaya namaha 83
Om Jyotishe namaha 84
Om Bhktanidhaye namaha 85
Om Bhavagamyaya namaha 86
Om Mangalapradaya namaha 87
Om Avyaktaya namaha 88
Om Aprakrutaparakramaya namaha 89
Om Satyadharmine namaha 90

Om Sakhye namaha 91
Om Sarasambhunidhaye namaha 92
Om Mahesaya namaha 93
Om Divyangaya namaha 94
Om Manikinkinimekhalaya namaha 95
Om Samastadivataya namaha 96
Om Sahishnave namaha 97
Om Satatodditaya namaha 98
Om Vighatakarine namaha 99
Om Viswadrushe namaha 100

Om Viswarakshakrute namaha 101
Om Kalyanagurave namaha 102
Om Unmattaveshaya namaha 103
Om Avarajajite namaha 104
Om Samstajagadhadharaya namaha 105
Om Sarwaishwaryaya namaha 106
Om Akrantachidakchutprabhave namaha 107
Om Sri Vigneswaraya namaha 108

Sri Subramanya Ashtotram

Subramanya Ashtotram in the Raga Shanmukhapriya

1. Om Skandaya namaha
2. Om Guhaya namaha
3. Om Shanmugaya namaha
4. Om Phalanetrasutaya namaha
5. Om Prabhave namaha
6. Om Pingalaya namaha
7. Om Kritikasunave namaha
8. Om Sikivahaya namaha
9. Om Dvisadbhujaya namaha
10. Om Dvisannetraya namaha
11. Om Saktidharaya namaha
12. Om Pisitasaprabhamjanaya namaha
13. Om Tarakasurasamharine namaha
14. Om Raksobalavimardhanaya namaha
15. Om Mattaya namaha
16. Om Pramattaya namaha
17. Om Unmattaya namaha
18. Om Surasainyasuraksakaya namaha
19. Om Devasenapataye namaha
20. Om Pragnaya namaha
21. Om Krpalave namaha
22. Om Bhaktavatsalaya namaha
23. Om Umasutaya namaha
24. Om Saktidharaya namaha
25. Om Kumaraya namaha
26. Om Kraunchadharanaya namaha
27. Om Senanyai namaha
28. Om Agnijanmane namaha
29. Om Visakhaya namaha
30. Om Sankaratmajaya namaha
31. Om Sivaswamine namaha
32. Om Ganaswamine namaha
33. Om Sarwasvamine namaha
34. Om Sanatanaya namaha
35. Om Anantasaktaye namaha
36. Om Aksobhyaya namaha
37. Om Parvatipriyanandanaya namaha
38. Om Gangasutaya namaha
39. Om Sarodbhutaya namaha
40.Om Ahootaya namaha
41. Om Pavakatmajaya namaha
42. Om Jrmbhaya namaha
43. Om Prajrmbhaya namaha
44. Om Ujjrmbhaya namaha
45. Om Kamalasanasamstutaya namaha
46. Om Ekavarnaya namaha
47. Om Dvivarnaya namaha
48. Om Trivarnaya namaha
49. Om Sumanoharaya namaha
50. Om Chaturvarnaya namaha
51. Om Panchavarnaya namaha
52. Om Prajapataye namaha
53. Om Ahaspataye namaha
54. Om Agnigarbhaya namaha
55. Om Samigarbhaya namaha
56. Om Visvaretase namaha
57. Om Surarighnaya namaha
58. Om Haridvarnaya namaha
59. Om Subhakaraya namah
60. Om Vasavaya namaha
61. Om Vutuvesabhrte namaha
62. Om Pusne namaha
63. Om Gabhastine namaha
64. Om Gahanaya namaha
65. Om Chandravarnaya namaha
66. Om Kaladharaya namaha
67. Om Mayadharaya namaha
68. Om Mahamayine namaha
69. Om Kaivalyaya namaha
70. Om Sangareesutaya namaha
71. Om Visvayonaye namaha
72. Om Ameyatmane namaha
73. Om Tejonidhaye namaha
74. Om Anamayaya namaha
75. Om Paramesthine namaha
76. Om Parabrahmane namaha
77. Om Vedagharbaya namah
78. Om Viradvapuse namah
79. Om Pulindakanyabharte namaha
80. Om Mahasarasvatavrtaya namaha
81. Om Asritakhiladatre namaha
82. Om Choraghnaya namaha
83. Om Roganasanaya namaha
84. Om Anantamurtaye namaha
85. Om Anandaya namaha
86. Om Sikhandikrtaketanaya namaha
87. Om Dhambhaya namaha
88. Om Paramadhambhaya namaha
89. Om Mahadhambaya namaha
90. Om Vrsakapaye namaha
91. Om Karanopattadehaya namaha
92. Om Karanatitavigrahaya namaha
93. Om Anisvaraya namaha
94. Om Amrtaya namaha
95. Om Pranaya namaha
96. Om Pranayamaparayanaya namaha
97. Om Viruddhahantre namaha
98. Om Viraghnaya namaha
99. Om Raktasyamagalaya namaha
100. Om Mahate namaha
101. Om Subrahmanyaya namaha
102. Om Guhapreetaya namaha
103. Om Brahmanyaya namaha
104. Om Brahmanapriyaya namaha
105. Om Vamsavrddhikaraya namaha
106. Om Vedavedhyaya namaha
107. Om Aksayaphalapradaya namaha
108 Om Mayuravahanaya Namaha

Om Valli Devasena sametha Subramanya Swamine Namaha Nanavita mantra pushpani Samrpayami.

Vinayagar Chaturti Kuththu Dance

Vinayaagane Vinai Theerpavane Song

Singer: Dr. Sirkazhi Govindarajan

Vinayaagane Vevvinaiyai Verarukka Vallaan
Vinayaagane Vaetkai Thanivippaan
Vinayaagane Vinnirkkum Mannirkkum Nathanumaam
Thanmiyinaal Kannir Panivil Kanindhu

Vinayaagane Vinai Theerpavane
Vinayaagane Vinai Theerpavane
Vezha Mugaththonae Nyana Mudhalvanae
Vinayaagane Vinai Theerpavane

Gunaa Nidhiye Guruve Charanammmmmm Aaaaaaaaaa
Gunaa Nidhiye Guruve Charanam
Kuraigal Kalaiya Idhuve Tharunam
Kuraigal Kalaiya Idhuve Tharunam

Vinayaagane Vinay Theerpavane
Vezha Mugaththonae Nyana Mudhalvanae
Vinayaagane Vinay Theerpavane

Uma Pathiyae Ulagam Endraai
Oru Sutriniley Valamum Vandhaai
Uma Pathiyae Ulagam Endraai
Oru Sutriniley Valamum Vandhaai

Gana Naathane Maanganiyai Undaai Aaaaaaaaaaa
Gana Naathane Maanganiyai Undaai
Kadhirvelavanin Karuththil Nindraai
Kadhirvelavanin Karuththil Nindraai

Vinayaagane Vinay Theerpavane
Vezha Mugaththonae Nyana Mudhalvanae
Vinayaagane Vinay Theerpavane

Basic free hand kolam

Attractive colam for beginners.

Simple rose kolam

It's nice to draw colam (Kolam) in front of the house in the morning.

The Last Leaf by O.Henry

The Last Leaf

By O’Henry 

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."

At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."

Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.

"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"

"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue.

"Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"

"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."

"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."

After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.

She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward.

"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.

Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.

"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.

"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."

"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."

"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self."

"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."

"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."

"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.

"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."

"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."

"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.

Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.

"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."

"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet."

"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.

"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.

Wearily Sue obeyed.

But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time."

"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"

But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.

The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.

When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.

The ivy leaf was still there.

Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.

"I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."

And hour later she said:

"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."

The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left.

"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."

The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."

And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.

"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."