Independence Day special



With 60th year of Independence around the corner, my friend created this video. It is best viewed on display resolution of 1024 * 768

Happy Independence Day!!!!

Comments

Unknown said…
Vande Mataram!
3:39 AM
Syam said…
Vande Mataram...

andha video la ellam Hindi...enaku onniyom piriyala :-)
7:29 PM
Janani said…
@Syam
Antha video english le irukku..Font thaan antha madiri.... :-)
10:55 PM
Syam said…
oops National Anthem....sari sari...
7:02 AM
நாகை சிவா said…
Nice Work! But characters are not clear. Its look like Hindi.
Anyway congrats!

Happy Independence Day!
:)
1:17 PM
Senthil@rsk*.* said…
Happy Independence day..
Video is gud..i guess it was Kesavan rite...
2:29 PM
Manoj said…
nice one... it wud hav been still nicer if he had put this on his blog... ;)
8:14 AM
Serendipity said…
Excellent one . Some of the letters were unclear but one could grasp the meaning otherwise . if the font size is increased it might become more clear:)
9:49 AM
Janani said…
@நாகை சிவா
It is english yaar...Not Hindi...Do keep visiting my blog..Thanks for visiting :-)

@Senthil@rsk*.*
Yeah it is Kesavan's video da

@Manoj
Avanga podala naan potuten..As simple as that.

@Serendipity
Try to see that video in the given resolution...Then the words will look better and clear.
11:17 AM
Unknown said…
Thanks all for ur comments.. Janani wanted to put it on her blog.. Yaar potta enna ultimately the message should be conveyed !!!!

Thanks Janani for ur efforts :)
12:54 PM
Unknown said…
Thanks all for ur comments.. Janani wanted to put it on her blog.. Yaar potta enna ultimately the message should be conveyed !!!!

Thanks Janani for ur efforts :)
12:54 PM
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