<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862</id><updated>2011-12-01T06:02:33.670+05:30</updated><category term='Vetti'/><category term='Treeview in Dropdown'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Technical'/><category term='navigation of elements in listbox'/><category term='Teachers day'/><category term='Javascript'/><category term='.Net'/><title type='text'>திருக்கிறுக்கல்</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't ever expect anything useful</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-2948747096552432810</id><published>2009-03-31T16:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:11:45.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SdrnFeVMmWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JCIIFr7ia3g/s1600-h/AppleTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SdrnFeVMmWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JCIIFr7ia3g/s320/AppleTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321819990918994274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consider a small town where in everyone own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; one apple tree. And almost all apples are found similar in every ways. Since it is being owned by everyone no one made a big fuss about their apple's features like appearance, taste, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; surprise later it was found that a single tree alone yielded fruits which were delicious to the core. But this was unknown to people for a long time due to lack of awareness in advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, In Indian conservative families, kids are always told not to advertise things. And are advised to have everything low. So, I feel that indirectly people inculcate the habit of considering the act of advertising(i mean breaking out and telling the people around you that u have something unique) is something which we are not supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of time, It ends up like even though we have some talents it gets deteriorated and destroyed without others realizing it which is equivalent to not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think we should change. Its the right time we change. I will have to develop the interest in notifying others about my positive skills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-2948747096552432810?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/2948747096552432810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=2948747096552432810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/2948747096552432810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/2948747096552432810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2009/03/advertising.html' title='Advertising'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SdrnFeVMmWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JCIIFr7ia3g/s72-c/AppleTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-4003413316360033677</id><published>2009-02-04T15:32:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:30:19.709+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javascript'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navigation of elements in listbox'/><title type='text'>Navigation of elements for listboxes in javacript</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I happened to implement a simple navigation functionality between two listboxes in my web page. Controlling navigations is best done with the help of javascript. I am posting this with the assumption that, this is one among the commonly used functionality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets step into the intrinsic details now. Consider the following image,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298898753906293138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SYl4V4dYOZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9Li4wZge7BA/s400/Listbox+Navigation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The idea is to control the navigations between source and target listboxes and ordering of elements in the target listbox. We can achieve this with simple javascript functions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function addItem(sourceListBox,targetListBox,delimiter)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;     var source=document.getElementById(sourceListBox);&lt;br /&gt;     var destination=document.getElementById(targetListBox);&lt;br /&gt;     for(i=0; i&amp;lt;source.options.length;i++)&lt;br /&gt;     {&lt;br /&gt;          if(source.options[i].selected==true)&lt;br /&gt;          {&lt;br /&gt;               var o = document.createElement("option");&lt;br /&gt;               destination.options.add(o);&lt;br /&gt;               o.text = source.options[i].text;&lt;br /&gt;               o.value = source.options[i].value;&lt;br /&gt;          }&lt;br /&gt;     }&lt;br /&gt;} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function deleteItem(templateList)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;     var listbox=document.getElementById(templateList);&lt;br /&gt;     var t=0;&lt;br /&gt;     for(i=0; i&amp;lt;listbox.options.length;i++)&lt;br /&gt;     {&lt;br /&gt;          if(listbox.options[i].selected==true)&lt;br /&gt;          {&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.remove(i);&lt;br /&gt;          }&lt;br /&gt;     }&lt;br /&gt;} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;function moveUp(templateList)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;     var listbox=document.getElementById(templateList);&lt;br /&gt;     vart=0;&lt;br /&gt;     for(i=0; i&amp;lt;listbox.options.length;i++)&lt;br /&gt;     {&lt;br /&gt;          if(listbox.options[i].selected==true)&lt;br /&gt;          {&lt;br /&gt;               previousItemText = listbox.options[i-1].text;&lt;br /&gt;               previousItemValue = listbox.options[i-1].value;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i-1].text=listbox.options[i].text;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i-1].value=listbox.options[i].value;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i].text=previousItemText;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i].value=previousItemValue;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i].selected=true;&lt;br /&gt;               t=i;&lt;br /&gt;          }&lt;br /&gt;     }&lt;br /&gt;     listbox.options[t-1].selected=true;&lt;br /&gt;} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function moveDown(templateList)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;     var listbox=document.getElementById(templateList);&lt;br /&gt;     var t=0;&lt;br /&gt;     for(i=0; i&amp;lt;listbox.options.length;i++)&lt;br /&gt;     {&lt;br /&gt;          if(listbox.options[i].selected==true)&lt;br /&gt;          {&lt;br /&gt;               nextItemText = listbox.options[i+1].text;&lt;br /&gt;               nextItemValue = listbox.options[i+1].value;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i+1].text=listbox.options[i].text;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i+1].value=listbox.options[i].value;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i].text=nextItemText;&lt;br /&gt;               listbox.options[i].value=nextItemValue;&lt;br /&gt;               t=i;&lt;br /&gt;          }&lt;br /&gt;     }&lt;br /&gt;     listbox.options[t+1].selected=true;&lt;br /&gt;} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SYl3k0rhppI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sqmuzFKbXKg/s1600-h/Listbox+Navigation.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-4003413316360033677?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/4003413316360033677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=4003413316360033677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4003413316360033677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4003413316360033677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2009/02/navigation-of-elements-for-listboxes-in.html' title='Navigation of elements for listboxes in javacript'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SYl4V4dYOZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9Li4wZge7BA/s72-c/Listbox+Navigation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-1739986139559215307</id><published>2008-07-04T16:09:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Childhood - Innocence @ its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family=Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SHGqO07QZoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qaYCiQ-n0iU/s1600-h/Bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220140614801188482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SHGqO07QZoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qaYCiQ-n0iU/s200/Bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt; No wonder, Childhood ventures of everyone have always been rightly compared with innocence which has no definite limit. Following list of events will describe some of the adventurous, foolish, crazy but interesting false/fake believes/myths, deeds of some (adventurous) kids who grew up to relatively intelligent oldies who can only talk of adventures :).&lt;br /&gt;Here we go,&lt;br /&gt;It is said that kids have a strong observation power... Luckily I had a chance to visibly realise it through my sister. Appo, She was hardly 2 and Her observation skills took a step ahead and she had started enacting whatever was seen. For instance, After visiting a doctor she would arrange the table the way the doctors table was arranged and she will scribble something on a piece of paper assuming it to be some valid prescriptions. On visiting a clothing center she used to stand up on the chair, yell some random name and throw a pile of clothes(வீடு முழுக்க துணி எரஞ்சதால அவ திட்டு வாங்கினத பத்தி இங்க சொல்லமாட்டேன் :)) replicating the business carried out in the local clothing center.&lt;br /&gt;Off late, I happened to hear a hilarious, strange childhood myth of one of my friend. He had spent a part of his childhood days in Ambala it seems. There happened to be a bird namely "Lapwing" which lays the eggs on the ground after setting it up with some stones and dried stuffs instead of having it in a tree. There was a strange belief that, if the stone lying beneath the birds nest was dropped in a river, All the stones except for one will be drowned. The floating stone should be rubbed and if the extract is applied on a person's forehead, He/She will become invisible!!! Interesting. To my surprise, he believed it so much that, While on a visit to a nearby forest(பெரிய ஹண்டர்ஸ்னு நெனப்பு மனசுல) along with his crew members(ஊருல உள்ள பொடுசுங்க தான்) and brave dog "Leela"(worth mentioning) accidentally found this bird's nest. விடுவாரா என்ன?? நம்ம ஹீரோ!!! He somehow with the help of relatively brave kids got the stones. இவரோட தேடல் இன்னும் முடியல, He after taking those stones was crazy searching for the river but didn find one. அப்ப கூட நம்ம ஹீரோ மனம் தலரல. He had secured those stones in his box. One fine day, Their family got shifted to Trichy. He was lucky enough to have the river very near to his home. And guess what??? His first action is to become invisible. So with lot of anticipation he rushed to the river and shed all the stones and completely disappointed to see all the stones drowning deep into the river.&lt;br /&gt;இதுக்கெல்லாம் நான் மட்டும் கொரஞ்சவளா என்ன?? I was waiting for the sun during night time to come and dry my writing slate after it was wiped with a damp cloth. நம்ம அலம்பல் எப்பிடி??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the craziness, silliness, etc., innocence at childhood is so precious, beautiful in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on makkals, let me hear some interesting வாலுத்தனம் of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-1739986139559215307?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/1739986139559215307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=1739986139559215307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/1739986139559215307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/1739986139559215307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2008/07/childhood-innocence-its-best.html' title='Childhood - Innocence @ its best'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/SHGqO07QZoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qaYCiQ-n0iU/s72-c/Bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-797971914792456393</id><published>2007-09-26T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rewind PlZzzzzzzz........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RvnkDuJFfHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_X2Ei17E3L0/s1600-h/Rewind2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114369604432788594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RvnkDuJFfHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_X2Ei17E3L0/s200/Rewind2.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ஆள்காட்டி விரலை anticlockwise directionல சுத்தி நம்ம இப்போ இரண்டு வருஷம் பின்னாடி போக போரோம்!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RvnjquJFfGI/AAAAAAAAABs/o9QP2pTT4fI/s1600-h/Rewind.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 29th 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(@ College)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : ஐயய்யோ தெரியாதனமா aptitude test clear பன்னீட்டேனே,&lt;br /&gt;இனிமே Technical interviewன்ற பேர்ல எவன் என்ன கொடைய போரானோ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Friend : FV(Free'ah Vidu) pa, அவன் கேட்டா நம்மலா&lt;br /&gt;சோல்லிடுவோமா என்ன, நீ நம்ம சங்கத்து மானத்த காப்பாத்து.(அடடா என்ன advice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : k தல!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical Interview comedyலா சொல்ல போரது இல்ல.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(@ Home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing all so called formalities அடிச்சி பிடிச்சி வீடு போய் சேர்ந்தாச்சு...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma : How was the interview??? எப்ப்டி டீ பன்னின???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : சத்தியமா ஊத்திக்கும்... They will tell the results later it seems....அத விடு, இப்போ என்னோட favourite program time so i need to watch T.V... Don't ask me any thing for another half an hour....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma: கொஞ்சம் கூட பொருப்பே இல்ல... எப்படியோ போ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Thankyou!!! இத தான் நான் எதிர்பார்த்தேன்....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 30th 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(@ College over the phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Hello Amma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma : சொல்லு டீ.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Amma, I forgot to tell you something ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma : என்ன டீ??? நீ placed ah????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Hiyo, Not that. "Happy B'day ma"...(s, tat was her bday).. I forgot to tell you in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma : @#$%^&amp;amp;** அட சீ....... ஃபோன வை.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Wat's wrong with her!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;October 2nd 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(@ Home )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously going through the R.S. Agarwal book(ofourse for the next campus recriutment programme) for the nth time still everything seemed to be new.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amma : Call for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Friend : இப்படி கவுத்துட்டியே டீ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : ஏன்??? என்ன ஆச்சு????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Friend : U got placed ma.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me : Oh.. really!!! But how can this happen???&lt;br /&gt;Interview பயங்கர மட்டமால பன்னினேன்.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Friend : FV...... Companyக்கு நேரம் சரி இல்ல.....&lt;br /&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is how I fell into the trap of IT industry........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: இந்த Picture நானே paint பன்னினேன்!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-797971914792456393?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/797971914792456393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=797971914792456393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/797971914792456393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/797971914792456393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/09/rewind-plzzzzzzzz.html' title='Rewind PlZzzzzzzz........'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RvnkDuJFfHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_X2Ei17E3L0/s72-c/Rewind2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-3785109630040272015</id><published>2007-09-05T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers day'/><title type='text'>The Tribute !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt6VuBvwaNI/AAAAAAAAABc/BMvKcWGHkwQ/s1600-h/wow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106683645459982546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt6VuBvwaNI/AAAAAAAAABc/BMvKcWGHkwQ/s200/wow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Teacher"னு சொன்னாலே நமக்கு என்னவோ school teachers தான் நினைவுக்கு வராங்க...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this post is for them. அம்மா, ப்லீஸ்....நான் ஸ்கூலுக்கு போக மாட்டேன்னு கெஞ்சினாலும் சரி, உருண்டு பெரண்டு அழுதாலும் சரி அம்மா நம்மல தர தரனு இழுத்து கொண்டு விட்டு ஆரம்பிக்கபடும் நமது பள்ளி வாழ்க்கை, போக போக நமக்கு எந்த அளவுக்கு பிடிக்குதுனா, we want to go to school even on saturdays and sundays.&lt;br /&gt;I do have some favourite teachers for my own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had someone namely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ms.Begum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teaching us tamil. The way she handles the classes and the students, Chance less. She is a kind of very jovial, casual and strict(at times). Most of the time we talk about movies, directors etc., and some how she manages to link it with our subject especially to the grammar part in Tamil. Unlike any other teachers neither did she made us read question and answers nor did she made us to read at home. Yes, we will be learning the entire book without cramming up any facts right in the classroom itself. She will finish of all the portions well before the estimated time and then we will be playing lots of games which involves lots of physical and mental exercises. Attending her class will be like a rejuvenating session for all of us. So everyone would love to attend her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ms.Uma Prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; handling the english classes which gave me, kind of different insight to the language. She made the dull boring english class to a very interactive and creative one. Then our &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajeshwari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ma'am for biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always admired them but unfortunately none influenced me(might be some problem with me???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Explanation of the mechanism of a bird flight by my teacher helped me to set my career goal" said our beloved Abdul Kalam. You can also note that this doesn't influence any other student in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started with our college life somehow the gratitude and respect on the teachers slowly fades away. May be we have grown enough to judge them ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இதனால சகல மக்களுக்கு என்ன சொல்ல வரேனா, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Happy Teacher's Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-3785109630040272015?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/3785109630040272015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=3785109630040272015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/3785109630040272015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/3785109630040272015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute.html' title='The Tribute !!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt6VuBvwaNI/AAAAAAAAABc/BMvKcWGHkwQ/s72-c/wow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-4589671090799809638</id><published>2007-08-30T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treeview in Dropdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Net'/><title type='text'>Tree View in Dropdownlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all are very much aware of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DropDownList&lt;/span&gt;(a server control available in asp .net), the way it functions and the way the data are listed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eg &lt;/span&gt;., &lt;select style="WIDTH: 160px"&gt; &lt;option&gt;State1&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City1.1&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City1.2&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City1.3&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;State12&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City2.1&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City2.2&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option&gt;City2.3&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another server control available which is "&amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt;;asp:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TreeView&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = asp /&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;" which gets rendered something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt1Z4RvwaLI/AAAAAAAAABM/juoDz583X-g/s1600-h/TreeView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106336375879264434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt1Z4RvwaLI/AAAAAAAAABM/juoDz583X-g/s200/TreeView.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;I was wondering whether it is possible to have this tree view inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dropdown&lt;/span&gt;. To start with, I tried binding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dropdown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;treeview&lt;/span&gt; and then with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xml&lt;/span&gt; having various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sub levels&lt;/span&gt; but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; make up. &lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;So I tried combining the available controls which will produce the look and feel of a drop down box with a tree view. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;textbox&lt;/span&gt;, button(probably loaded with down arrow image) and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;treeview&lt;/span&gt; were chosen. To make it behave like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dropdown&lt;/span&gt;, the visibility of the div which contains the tree view can be controlled. &lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;protected void &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;downArrowButton&lt;/span&gt;_Click(object sender, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;EventArgs&lt;/span&gt; e)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;treeViewDiv&lt;/span&gt;.Visible = true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, we have have a list of items displayed in a tree like structure when the down arrow button is clicked. And when any option is selected the text box should be loaded with it and the tree structure should not be visible in order to make it behave like a drop down box. The code goes something like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;protected void &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;stateTreeView&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SelectedNodeChanged&lt;/span&gt;(object sender, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;EventArgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;if (sender.GetType().ToString().EndsWith("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;TreeView&lt;/span&gt;"))&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cityTextBox&lt;/span&gt;.Text = stateTreeView.SelectedNode.Text;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;treeViewDiv&lt;/span&gt;.Visible = false;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This code can further be customised as per one's requirement and can even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ajaxify&lt;/span&gt; certain things for better user &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The final output which i got was something similar to this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rupj594hrZI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZbeHsRkur_E/s1600-h/FinalOutput.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110006574720593298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rupj594hrZI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZbeHsRkur_E/s200/FinalOutput.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Makkals&lt;/span&gt;, this was my long time plan(to post some technical thing). Kindly bare with me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அரசியல்ல இதெல்லாம் சகஜமப்பா!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/asp:treeview&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-4589671090799809638?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/4589671090799809638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=4589671090799809638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4589671090799809638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4589671090799809638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/08/tree-view-in-dropdownlist.html' title='Tree View in Dropdownlist'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/Rt1Z4RvwaLI/AAAAAAAAABM/juoDz583X-g/s72-c/TreeView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-6359616637081114955</id><published>2007-08-07T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vetti'/><title type='text'>குரங்கு மனசு!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RrhVt6JjdiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kc5P2eaiYt8/s1600-h/HappyKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095917225561519650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RrhVt6JjdiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kc5P2eaiYt8/s200/HappyKid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike any other day, she found that the city bus was literally struggling to creep down the city streets buzzing with traffic. After travelling for few miles she managed to get a window seat and started relaxing. As the bus started moving away from city she can feel the breeze and started thinking about how bad was her day at office and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her thought was suddenly disturbed by a sight at the road side. She saw a woman equivalent in her age digging the ground for some constructional purpose. On seeing this, she very strongly felt that her work is not as hard as what she saw. She felt quite relieved and pride of her achievements and her social status. She has always been a bright student all through her life and got a pretty descent job which she intended for. Till now she has been performing her duties so much religiously that she is playing so much roles like an affectionate wife, caring mom of two kids, responsible employee, patriotic citizen ,etc., with utmost perfection. She felt like patting her own shoulders for all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just then she heard a baby crying, and lady working on the road side rushed to a nearby tree in which the baby lied in a cradle made of an old cotton cloth and lifted the tender skinned baby, patted it gently and made it to sleep again. Lady in the bus now was now like 'Come on man, work and family at the same place'. She found it was an amazing idea and felt guilty of not able to take care of her kids when she was away for work and felt the lady working on the roadside was more fortunate than she herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-6359616637081114955?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/6359616637081114955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=6359616637081114955' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/6359616637081114955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/6359616637081114955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='குரங்கு மனசு!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RrhVt6JjdiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kc5P2eaiYt8/s72-c/HappyKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-3106378522838435966</id><published>2007-07-11T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:30.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YEAR ONE !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RpXVxB9MAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zrLArNSO-qc/s1600-h/RainbowSmiley.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RpXVxB9MAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zrLArNSO-qc/s200/RainbowSmiley.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086206392500224322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well that's true tat changes are something which remains constant. There has been lot of changes occurring in and around us every moment. இப்போ தான் கீபோர்ட் தட்ர வேலைல join பன்னின மாதிரி இருந்தது, அதுகுல்ல ஒரு வருஷம் முடிஞ்சு போச்சு...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Came to the job with lots of hopes and expectations and most of them  have been satisfiedனு தான் சொல்லனும்... One of the best thing which has happened is that I have repaid my educational loan hooooooooooooooray(கொஞ்சம் அடக்கி வாசினு யாரோ சொல்ரது கேக்குது)... This year it has been like a breezeனு சொல்ல ஆசையா தான் இருக்கு, but life has shown me the reality. It has made me feel right from the vary warm breeze to a wild wind... ஏதோ இந்த வருஷம் பாதி training and மீதி new to the team, team lunch,Project discussion(அப்பப்போ இந்த காமெடிலாம் கூட நடக்கும்),seminar அப்பிடி இப்பிடினு ஒப்பேத்தியாச்சு!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lot of  forwards,reply all,friend's marriage, friend's cousin sister or brother's marriage,coffee break, lunch breakனு எதையும் விட்டுவெக்கரது இல்ல... Till now I was happily saying "Im a fresher" but I cant continue it any more... Shopping things from our hard earned money has been an awesome experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;இது வரைக்கும் எது தேவையான ஆணி எது தேவை இல்லாத ஆணினு தெரியாமல்யே காலம் உருண்டது. Time has taught me so many things which no one could. Miles to go b4 we sleep, lot of confusions and questions about the career advancementனு ஒரு side இருக்க, keep it aside lets enjoyனு இன்னொரு பக்கம். For all these days "Google" has been kind of tech guru for me... B4 I wind up i shud say tat i got many new wonderful friends who will b holding my hands forever and introduced to so many ppl and to b true trying to get an insight of myself which till now didnt happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This One year has been a mile stone in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-3106378522838435966?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/3106378522838435966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=3106378522838435966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/3106378522838435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/3106378522838435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/07/year-one.html' title='YEAR ONE !!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RpXVxB9MAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zrLArNSO-qc/s72-c/RainbowSmiley.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-1823695668432323949</id><published>2007-05-29T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:43:02.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>பசுமை நிறைந்த நினைவுகளே!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tat day, a star hotel's conference hall was filled wid loads of gossips,fun and frolic which was completely contradictory to the usual corporate meets wherein gentlemen in formal dress will be staring at some ppt for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe tat it was a get to gether of a group of friends graduated well b4 25 years in the same university?Yeah all the college friends have met after 25 years along with their family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College friendsனாலே சந்தோஷமும் கும்மளமும் தான் அதுவும் 25 வருஷம்னா கேக்கவா வேணும்?? ஆளுக்காளு நாங்கெல்லாம் படிக்கும் போதுனு clockwise directionல தன்னோட ஆள்காட்டி விரலை சுத்தி அவங்க flashbackக்கு போயாச்சு...&lt;br /&gt;அவங்க படிச்ச காலத்துல நல்லா பாட்டு பாடற ஒருத்தங்கல பாடுங்க பாடுங்க(நாங்க வேணும்னா காத மூடிக்கிரோம்)னு படுத்த, She really sang a nice devotional song. Then a breif introduction of all the friends, their family members,current job took place with lots of bullying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were extremely happy to see their long long ago friends well settled in positions which hold high privilege.எத்தன friends இருந்தாலும் college போடா,வாடா,போடி, வாடி friends மாதிறி இல்ல அப்படி என்ற கருத்துல உறுதியாகவே இருந்தாங்க... After that they have arranged for a small trip followed by a delicious lunch which all the friends ate together.After tat a short formal meeting was conducted on various stats(அப்போ நம்ம கரெக்டா தூங்கிட்டோம்ல)... Then couple of games were conducted for kids அப்போ நானும் நானும் கேட்டு பெருமைய நிலைநாட்டியாச்சு :))... Then everybody took a group photo and bid bye to each other after exchanging all the contact information...&lt;br /&gt;Altogether it was a great event to participate and im feeling happy tat i got a chance to this participate bcos of my dad.. Yeah, My dad was one of the alumini of tat prestigious university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அப்பாடா ரொம்ப நாள் எழுதனும்னு நினைத்ததை எழுதியாச்சு.. அப்றம் என்ன எல்லாரும் வேலைய பாருங்க....&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, I read a poem in the topic லஞ்சம் recently and want to share it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;லஞ்சம்... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;வாங்கினேன் கைதுசெய்தார்கள்,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; கொடுத்தேன் விடுதலை செய்துவிட்டார்கள்!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;இந்த கவிதை இங்க எதுக்குனு யோசிக்கிரீங்களா?? யோசியுங்கள் ஏன்னா, அது தான் எனக்கு வேணும் ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-1823695668432323949?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/1823695668432323949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=1823695668432323949' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/1823695668432323949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/1823695668432323949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='பசுமை நிறைந்த நினைவுகளே!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-4613400809901363730</id><published>2007-03-22T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:31.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>படித்ததில் பிடித்தது!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RgIqW2cgGYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/laDTTwD8YvA/s1600-h/BabyAndDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044641104668924290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RgIqW2cgGYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/laDTTwD8YvA/s200/BabyAndDad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we read so many things not necessarily in the books may be in posters or in any hoardings or whatever... We all feel certain things as very close to our hearts and want to revisit it again and again...&lt;br /&gt;One such thing which i happened to read(feel), is the piece of poem written below describing the want of subconcious mind.. I liked it so much tat im tempted to write it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ஜன்னலோர படுக்கை&lt;br /&gt;தினம் தினம் பவுர்ணமி&lt;br /&gt;நினைத்தவுடன் மழை&lt;br /&gt;சாலையோர&lt;br /&gt;பூக்கள்&lt;br /&gt;வைகரை பனித்துளி&lt;br /&gt;இரவு நேர மெல்லிசை&lt;br /&gt;குழ்ந்தையின் சிரிப்பு&lt;br /&gt;பவித்திரமான நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;தோள் சாய தோழன்&lt;br /&gt;தலை கோத காதலி&lt;br /&gt;தாய் மடி தூக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;தூக்கத்தில் மரணம்...... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u all like it too....&lt;br /&gt;யாரும் அழகூடாது&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey u can also add to the list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-4613400809901363730?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/4613400809901363730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=4613400809901363730' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4613400809901363730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4613400809901363730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_22.html' title='படித்ததில் பிடித்தது!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPvKCG6tCkc/RgIqW2cgGYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/laDTTwD8YvA/s72-c/BabyAndDad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-4233164062633145234</id><published>2007-03-14T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:50:17.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>நான் ஹோம்வர்க் முடிச்சுட்டேன்!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Homework is onething which all kids keep complainig about(அதுக்கு நான் மட்டும் என்ன விதி விளக்கா??). When I was in kindergarten, I used to act so well that my mom beleives that I was working so hard at school and allows me to do the homework in the next morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;நம்ம அதெல்லாம் செய்திடுவோமா??? என்ன??.. The next day also I will create a scene and make my mom or dad do the homework(I think they wudn hav don tat properly during their preschool ;)) "இது தான் last , Don't ever repeat this again nu" அம்மா கத்த நமக்கு வேலை ஆனா போதும்னு I will escape to school... Then as time passed there came a stage where I wud really love to do home work especially solving logical problems in maths... Myself and one of my friend will hav a wild competition of finishing the homework in the school only.. ஒரு நாள் ஆர்வ கோளாருல I kept on sincerely working the problems without even knowing that the mathematics period got over... Fortunately or unfortunately it was noted by the other mam and I was thrown out of the class along with my maths note... அது போதுமே எனக்கு.. I very comfortably went and sat in the playground and finished the homework....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I returned to the class after that period got over many of my friends had long faces and were trying to console me but it was very late for me to realise that I was given a punishment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;இப்படி பல adventures.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have been given a homework by &lt;a href="http://oruthi.blogspot.com"&gt;Porkodi&lt;/a&gt; to list out 5 weird things about me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;When someone tries to tell me something.. I will try my level best to ask as many questions as possible to know all informations right from the name of the characters involved and all the background details.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note : The intensity of the questions depends on the how vetti the topic is and to let u know both are directly proportional (i.e) the topic being more vetti, u can expect more questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;When I happen to see a cute little baby or young ones of any furry animal be it tiger cub,lion cub,panda cub,pup or kitten or watever I want to have it and play (Don't Think about the consequence)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Then comes the interesting thing of commenting others(Thank God, I hav restricted with those who are close to me alone)and irritating them(என்னால எவ்வளோ முடியுமோ அவளோ வயத்தெரிச்சல கொட்டிபேன்) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;I like reading good tamil poems especially same line repeatedly but in different tones and pace that too in the presence of my friends who will say "கொஞ்சம் நிறுத்துவியா??".. On hearing that only, Poetess in disguise in me get more spirit ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;All the above said things may be common and may not be weird ஆனாலும் அதெல்லாம் எனக்கு வியர்டா தெரிஞ்சிற்கே???? This is my 5th weird point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அப்பாடா எப்படியோ எனக்கு கொடுத்த ஹோம்வர்க்க நான் முடிச்சிட்டேன் பா... ஒரே டையர்டா இருக்கு.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://followtheshadow.wordpress.com"&gt;FollowThe Shadow&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sundarram-story.blogspot.com"&gt;SundarRam&lt;/a&gt;, U should also write the homework which contains 5 weird things about u.... I will come and check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-4233164062633145234?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/4233164062633145234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=4233164062633145234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4233164062633145234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/4233164062633145234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_14.html' title='நான் ஹோம்வர்க் முடிச்சுட்டேன்!!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-8227507884028744813</id><published>2007-03-09T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T15:06:03.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 Cheers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the women who have managed to step out of the house and c the world beyond, just relax and take pride of all ur deeds(செல்லமா உங்க தொள நீங்களே தட்டிக்கோங்கனு சொல்ரேன்)... Here I don want to mention the statistical details of participation of women in political, economical, social, Industrial ,.....(wat not) arenas bcause all of us are able to see(atleast feel) their presence.. Many have very well outshown their counter parts(if necessary).. I always used to wonder their own multitasking, time management skills, and their art of balalncing between various things(எல்லோரும் தாராளமா காலர தூக்கிவிட்டுக்கலாம்).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beyond all these greener side where women were able to reach heights, which so far could only be imagined, we also do have the darker side which each of us witness during the daily life.. Many a times I have felt very sad seeing thin and sleek women having a baby in one hand and heavy baggage on other, struggling to get down from the bus whereas her counterpart very comfortably walking out without even caring to turn back at the creature who carries not only the baby but also the hopes she has on him. The worst part is that she will be cursed for not able to catch up with him. Another heartaching incident which i happened to see recently is tat, I saw a pregnant lady walking(literally struggling) in the hot sun all alone. Im not demanding a luxurious comfort or anything of that sort should be provided to her, Instead i felt that she would be extremely happy to have her beloved holding an umbrella and walking along with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is not all and the list goes on but i want to stop it here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot blame all guys because i do see a lot caring, but I want to stress that involve urself in small small deeds which will make the women(May b mom, sister,friend,beloved) happier so that they will make u feel better than wat u expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought of writing this yesterday but was not able to so im doing it today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;இந்த டாப்பிக் கொஞ்சம் சீரியஸ் ஆயிடுச்சி...... இட்ஸ் ஓகே.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;என் ஸ்டைல நெக்ஸ்டு மீட் பன்ரேன்!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-8227507884028744813?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/8227507884028744813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=8227507884028744813' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/8227507884028744813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/8227507884028744813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-cheers.html' title='3 Cheers!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-9102219635275858633</id><published>2007-03-01T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:26:10.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ஆல் தீ பெஸ்ட்ட்ட் !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TamilNadu Higher Secondary Examinations are commencing today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im sure that this is going to make much big difference in every student's(ofcourse those who take up this exam) life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I very often used to wonder y the other people( such as friends and relatives )are getting more excited and anxious than the students and the parents themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when attending a public function or so if by chance u reveal that u r in 12th std tats going to be the end of u... தெரிஞ்சவன், தெரியாதவனு கணக்கு வழக்கே இல்லாம அவன் அவன் அவனோட சொந்த கத சோக கதய சொல்ல ஆரமிச்சிடுவாங்க...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate this practice... For the one whole year after managing all these பிக்கல் and பிடுங்கல், school test, tution test, special classes, ......the list goes on and on (தலையே சுத்துது!!!)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atlast the day will come where u r about to take ur first exam with all ur own tension, pressure and thoughts constantly running in ur subconscious mind... இப்பவும் நம்ம மக்கள் விடமாட்டாங்களே!!! All The Best சொல்ரேன்னு பேர்ல எல்லா அராஜகமும் பன்னீடுவாங்க that too in the early morning of the examination day.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remembering all these time makes us to feel that "நல்ல வேளை நாம தப்பிச்சோம் பா"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;செரி செரி நான் போய் கோட் அடிக்கரேன்......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-9102219635275858633?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/9102219635275858633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=9102219635275858633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/9102219635275858633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/9102219635275858633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='ஆல் தீ பெஸ்ட்ட்ட் !!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-608926554568662066</id><published>2007-02-28T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:31:37.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ஹீரோ ஹீரோ தான் !!!</title><content type='html'>The word "Hero" has always been very magical and powerful. Very often there is a misconception that "Heroism" is not considered as a quality instead it is visualised as a person whom we have seen in screen and read in literature books.&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed sad that we forget to realise that there has always been a hero in us or among us, to start with, our parents ( ofcourse நமக்கு விவரம் தெரியிர வரைக்கும் தான் ;) ),then our teachers then comes the dumbest thing the reel heroes....&lt;br /&gt;(கடைசியா என்ன சொல்ல வரனு?? கேக்ரது புரியுது.... தோ மேட்டர்க்கு வரேன்)&lt;br /&gt;Very recently i started calling a person as hero for my own reasons,  which he never accepts. பல பேருக்கு க்க்க்க்க்கைய க்க்க்க்க்க்க்க்க்கொடுத்த்த்த்த்த்து ஹெல்ப் பன்னினதால i started calling him like that but he send some potties to my home i stopped calling him so(atleast i thought of stopping)....&lt;br /&gt;அதோட விட்டுர்க்கலாம் ஆனா விடலையே நம்ம ஹீரோ.... I happened to see him in glittering night glass(அது அவன் தப்பு I cannot b blamed u c) so again i started and embarrased him to the max..... இப்பவும் அவரோட முயற்சிய கை விடல நம்ம ஹீரோ... I happened to see some of his fabulous postures taken during the photo session for a film that is to be released soon......&lt;br /&gt;Hey hero, note that i havn posted any of ur pictures here even though i have a huge collection(என் பெரிய மனச புரிஞ்சிக்கோ)...&lt;br /&gt;By the way Hero,By chance if I had missed some ur heroic deeds feel free to add it...&lt;br /&gt;I completely don mind... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மக்களே தயவுசெஞ்சி நியாயத்துக்கு சப்போர்ட் பன்னுங்க ப்ளீஸ்ஸ்ஸ்!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-608926554568662066?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/608926554568662066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=608926554568662066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/608926554568662066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/608926554568662066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_28.html' title='ஹீரோ ஹீரோ தான் !!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-2336366014150621763</id><published>2007-02-26T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:21:40.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>அன்பிற்க்கும் உண்டோ அடைக்குந்தாழ்!!!</title><content type='html'>I generally like animals a lot,  especially their young ones.&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, when i was trying to cross a road i happened to c a caring amma dog which was followed by an excited and naughty kutty dog. I was instantly reminded of Spike and Tike cartoon when i saw them. The road was buzzing with traffic and the amma dog seems to have more experiance had no problem finding its way through all the hinderances but the poor kutty dog was strugglin very hardly to follow its mom. At that moment a lorry came with gushing smoke emitting out... Poor kutty dog completley got lost in the crowd which was strange for it and it was blinking all around the place searching for its mom but got disappointed by not finding it. I was about to tell the pup to take which route he has to take to c his mom but i completely didn have any idea of how to communicate to it. I don have any hesitation to lift the pup and leave it near its mom but at the same time im afraid if the amma dog get furious on seeing me lifting its pup...&lt;br /&gt;while all these thoughts were running in me the amma dog managed to come back to its pup and both of them got extremely happy(so did i) and continued their journey.&lt;br /&gt;(என்னடா டாப்பிக்கும் உள்ள எழுதினத்துக்கும் சம்பந்தம் இல்லையேனு யொசிக்கிரீங்களா?? ஏதாவாது தலைப்பு வச்சா அனுபவிக்கனும் ஆராயகூடாது) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-2336366014150621763?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/2336366014150621763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=2336366014150621763' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/2336366014150621763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/2336366014150621763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_26.html' title='அன்பிற்க்கும் உண்டோ அடைக்குந்தாழ்!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929831109682389862.post-5249985492426487160</id><published>2007-02-23T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:32:15.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>நான் வந்துட்டேன்!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl,&lt;br /&gt;Im pleased to say that this is my first post.&lt;br /&gt;Through this blog u will come to know anything and everything which is not at all useful to u...&lt;br /&gt;என்ன ஒரே குழப்பமா இருக்கா??(அது தான் எனக்கு வேணும் :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929831109682389862-5249985492426487160?l=kiru-kal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/feeds/5249985492426487160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929831109682389862&amp;postID=5249985492426487160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/5249985492426487160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929831109682389862/posts/default/5249985492426487160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiru-kal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='நான் வந்துட்டேன்!!!'/><author><name>kirukkal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16086035930096942523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
