<?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-6265153612734043882</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:07:42.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalai's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7846505030554775189</id><published>2010-05-03T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:18:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work from Home. Earn Rs.2,000 daily. No Investment. Part Time Jobs</title><content type='html'>Wanted Online Internet job workers. Job is only through Internet. Work from home part time jobs. You can earn Rs.750-2000/- daily. These are genuine Data entry jobs &amp; Internet jobs. No Investment required. Only serious enquires please. For more details visit http://www.earnparttimejobs.com/index.php?id= 2729887&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-7846505030554775189?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7846505030554775189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7846505030554775189' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7846505030554775189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7846505030554775189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-from-home-earn-rs2000-daily-no.html' title='Work from Home. Earn Rs.2,000 daily. No Investment. Part Time Jobs'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8463686026839275930</id><published>2010-04-21T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:19:17.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son's Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-VyFMTGyI/AAAAAAAAATs/4-N5JneVv9E/s1600/Sri+78.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-VyFMTGyI/AAAAAAAAATs/4-N5JneVv9E/s400/Sri+78.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462749560643459874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-VxuktP6I/AAAAAAAAATk/cG-CMDHSNUo/s1600/Sri+83.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-VxuktP6I/AAAAAAAAATk/cG-CMDHSNUo/s400/Sri+83.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462749554571820962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai friends. Here iam again with a very happy news. We are blessed with a baby boy. His name is Sri Avaneesh &amp; he is 8 months old. Stay in touch friends. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8463686026839275930?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8463686026839275930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8463686026839275930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8463686026839275930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8463686026839275930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sons-photo.html' title='My Son&apos;s Photo'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-VyFMTGyI/AAAAAAAAATs/4-N5JneVv9E/s72-c/Sri+78.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3063837845520250443</id><published>2010-04-18T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:57:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Allergies</title><content type='html'>A mistake is made when a food allergy occurs. Normally, your immune system protects you from germs and disease. It does this by making antibodies that help you fight off bacteria, viruses, and other tiny organisms that can make you sick. But if you have a food allergy, your immune system mistakenly treats something in a certain food as if it's really dangerous to you. The same sort of thing happens with any allergy, whether it's a medicine (like penicillin), pollen in the air (from flowers and trees), or a food, like peanuts. So the thing itself isn't harmful, but the way your body reacts to it is. If a kid with peanut allergy would have eaten that peanut-topped brownie, here's what would happen. Antibodies to something in the food would cause mast cells (a type of immune system cell in the body) to release chemicals into the bloodstream. One of these chemicals is histamine The histamine then causes symptoms that affect a person's eyes, nose, throat, respiratory system, skin, and digestive system. A person with a food allergy could have a mild reaction - or it could be more severe. An allergic reaction could happen right away or a few hours after the person eats it. Some of the first signs that a person may be having an allergic reaction could be a runny nose, an itchy skin rash such as hives, or a tingling in the tongue or lips. Other signs include: - tightness in the throat - hoarse voice - wheezing - cough - nausea - vomiting - stomach pain - diarrhea In the most serious cases, a food allergy can cause anaphylaxis. This is a sudden, severe allergic reaction in which several problems occur all at once and can involve the skin, breathing, digestion, the heart, and blood vessels. A person's blood pressure can drop, breathing tubes can narrow, and the tongue can swell. People at risk for this kind of a reaction have to be very careful and need a plan for handling emergencies, when they might need to get special medicine to stop these symptoms from getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have a food allergy, your immune system mistakenly treats something in a certain food as if it's really dangerous to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same sort of thing happens with any allergy, whether it's a medicine (like penicillin), pollen in the air (from flowers and trees), or a food, like peanuts. So the thing itself isn't harmful, but the way your body reacts to it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a kid with peanut allergy would have eaten that peanut-topped brownie, here's what would happen. Antibodies to something in the food would cause mast cells (a type of immune system cell in the body) to release chemicals into the bloodstream. One of these chemicals is histamine The histamine then causes symptoms that affect a person's eyes, nose, throat, respiratory system, skin, and digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with a food allergy could have a mild reaction - or it could be more severe. An allergic reaction could happen right away or a few hours after the person eats it. Some of the first signs that a person may be having an allergic reaction could be a runny nose, an itchy skin rash such as hives, or a tingling in the tongue or lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-3063837845520250443?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3063837845520250443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3063837845520250443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3063837845520250443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3063837845520250443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-allergies.html' title='Food Allergies'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4834119900545308004</id><published>2010-04-15T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:14:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to write a Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing a resume is something that one has to do sooner or later. You can also apply for a job without a resume. For making a life simple, it is not appropriate to wait till you find the dream job to write your resume as it would be too late at that time and there would not be sufficient time to do something of considerable importance. A resume which is not written in a good manner may spoil your chances for a good job and vice versa, a resume which is professionally written will increase your chances for a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos and Don’ts in Writing a Resume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things which should not be done when writing a resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t write it for any job that can appear on the scope. Think first about what type of jobs which is needed and the resume should be made according to that.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t write useless information and detail when writing the resume, there is no one who is interested to read some sort of records. The resume should be written short and precise.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t send your resume only, it will be much better to write a cover letter which is specifically written for the job announcement being applied for. So both should be tended – the resume and the cover letter. It should be remembered that there are a lot of companies that will not consider your application which does not have a cover letter.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t get too much excited for the job you are applying for when writing your resume, there can be a risk to make it sound unprofessional. If you get over excited, then people who check your resume are not, so you have to be professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Should One Be Careful About When Writing A Resume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things which should be considered when writing a resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A resume should be always given a professional look, its structure should be made according to the rules without putting your imagination in action. It might be thought that using a certain Italic font will give it a nice look but in fact this will give it an unprofessional look. So, make your resume corresponding to the accepted standards.&lt;br /&gt;- It should be made sure that the resume has been proof read twice. There is nothing which can give a bad impression of you in a resume then grammar mistakes which make you look poor educated. This has to be avoided at all cost so grammar should never be underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;- When printing the resume, the good quality of paper should be selected, it must be made sure that the resume looks fine after print. People are always enthusiastic to give credit to things that look nice. No one has time to go through carelessly written documents.&lt;br /&gt;- The last final thing is that you must make sure that all the information given in the sections of job experience, skills and others are honest and accurate. When accepted for the job applied, all the experience and skills mentioned in the resume will be expected from you. It will never be good to put yourself in an embarrassing situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after learning some basic and essential tips on writing a resume, it will be very good to look for resume samples online. It has to be kept in mind that resume is not something that is written in 20 minutes and then apply for different jobs. The resume is very important for a person’s career development so enough time has to be given for it and it will definitely bring future credits for you in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-4834119900545308004?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4834119900545308004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4834119900545308004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4834119900545308004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4834119900545308004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-write-resume.html' title='How to write a Resume'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8414682516263123463</id><published>2010-04-15T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:39:13.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Data Entry or Type at Home</title><content type='html'>The average online Data Entry or Type At Home is &lt;br /&gt;typing prewritten advertisements and submitting &lt;br /&gt;these ads to various advertising sites on the &lt;br /&gt;Internet.  You are then paid either by the number &lt;br /&gt;of sales you generate through your ad, or by the &lt;br /&gt;number of clicks or site visitors your ad &lt;br /&gt;produces.  It is possible to earn $50-$150 an &lt;br /&gt;hour doing this, but it is work.  It is not &lt;br /&gt;something you work at 2 hours a day, 1 day a week &lt;br /&gt;and earn this kind of money.  You have to put &lt;br /&gt;effort into the program to be rewarded with the &lt;br /&gt;kind of money the programs tell you about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other question brought up on the forum was &lt;br /&gt;should you pay for Data Entry or Type at Home &lt;br /&gt;jobs?  If the program you are looking at only &lt;br /&gt;offers a job with no training then the answer is "&lt;br /&gt;no".  However, if the job comes with complete &lt;br /&gt;training, materials, and full support, and most &lt;br /&gt;importantly, a money back guarantee if you are &lt;br /&gt;not satisfied, then the answer is "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have had people tell me that they &lt;br /&gt;earned no money doing this type of work when in &lt;br /&gt;fact, they put no effort into working the program.&lt;br /&gt;  It was not the programs fault they made no &lt;br /&gt;money, but theirs.  If they were not satisfied &lt;br /&gt;why didn't they ask for a refund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember nothing else from this short &lt;br /&gt;article, remember this:  Don't throw your money &lt;br /&gt;away on a Type At Home or Data Entry "JOB", make &lt;br /&gt;sure it comes with everything you need to succeed.&lt;br /&gt; Work this job on the internet the same as you &lt;br /&gt;would work a job offline and you will earn money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8414682516263123463?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8414682516263123463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8414682516263123463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8414682516263123463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8414682516263123463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/data-entry-or-type-at-home.html' title='Data Entry or Type at Home'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-6095484184461222023</id><published>2009-02-21T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:37:37.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marriage Photos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SaAC9IyTkLI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZE_CcUlCZxk/s1600-h/Dsc_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SaAAoGo19oI/AAAAAAAAASI/viVk0WEQswk/s400/Dsc_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305241050019133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SaABMquHeJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YyS9MJZDjk4/s1600-h/Dsc_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SaABMquHeJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YyS9MJZDjk4/s400/Dsc_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305241678180219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-6095484184461222023?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6095484184461222023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=6095484184461222023' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6095484184461222023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6095484184461222023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-marriage-photos.html' title='My Marriage Photos..'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SaAC9IyTkLI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZE_CcUlCZxk/s72-c/Dsc_1029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5391103211860414631</id><published>2008-11-26T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:29:05.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marriage Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi friends... Hope u all doing well. Here iam with a good news. My marriage has been fixed on &lt;strong&gt;December 4th, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; between&lt;strong&gt; 7.30 to 9.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;. Though some of u cant attend it, i need all of ur blessings.... Take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972275614227650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SS1cWOZ4HMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CvweV8VJ0hQ/s400/kalai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972538979318226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SS1cljhAedI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Q0UGqmeb44k/s400/kalai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972821570882386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SS1c2AQFi1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_YW4NIYxUyM/s400/kalai3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-5391103211860414631?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5391103211860414631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5391103211860414631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5391103211860414631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5391103211860414631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-marriage-invitation.html' title='My Marriage Invitation'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SS1cWOZ4HMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CvweV8VJ0hQ/s72-c/kalai1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7280741950546316160</id><published>2008-08-17T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:51:09.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Friendship Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SKgO65owP2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/oYtUSon98M8/s1600-h/friendship_day.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235450971885158242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SKgO65owP2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/oYtUSon98M8/s400/friendship_day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Belated friendship day wishes to u all buddies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-7280741950546316160?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7280741950546316160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7280741950546316160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7280741950546316160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7280741950546316160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/belated-friendship-day.html' title='Belated Friendship Day....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/SKgO65owP2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/oYtUSon98M8/s72-c/friendship_day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2386824699848605902</id><published>2008-06-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:51:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry friends...</title><content type='html'>First, i wish to thank all for the affection, care,... that you all showed on me during my absence. Sorry for not replying/posting in blog. Actually iam not feeling well. Dont worry... Iam okay now. Headache problem. Doctor told that my brain nerves are weak so that i resigned my job by Feb 2008. Now alrite taking rest in home. Though iam not in touch with u all, i used to think of u all (very special friends whom i got through this blogspot). I know that all of u were worrying about me. Miss u buddies... Iam sure that i wont stop posting in blog, i think with a gap.... Please dont worry about me, iam just fine..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot friends..... Iam really happy.. I cant find words 2 express my happiness... Iam really lucky 2 get u all as my friends..... take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-2386824699848605902?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2386824699848605902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2386824699848605902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2386824699848605902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2386824699848605902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-friends.html' title='Sorry friends...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-352780790906487203</id><published>2007-12-30T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:51.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3hTomHEG0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/doRgh1h5x6I/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149958130788211522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3hTomHEG0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/doRgh1h5x6I/s400/2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hi friends... wish u all a very happy new year 2008.... iam sure dat God will fulfil all our needs in this year... take care... b happy... enjoy...&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/6265153612734043882-352780790906487203?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/352780790906487203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=352780790906487203' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/352780790906487203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/352780790906487203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3hTomHEG0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/doRgh1h5x6I/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-563711988843231066</id><published>2007-12-28T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:51.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3Wwk2HEGyI/AAAAAAAAALw/CA6TVuZSCUk/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149215896014953250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3Wwk2HEGyI/AAAAAAAAALw/CA6TVuZSCUk/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me wit my colleagues....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-563711988843231066?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/563711988843231066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=563711988843231066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/563711988843231066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/563711988843231066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/photo.html' title='Photo...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3Wwk2HEGyI/AAAAAAAAALw/CA6TVuZSCUk/s72-c/DSC00606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5249540669225396742</id><published>2007-12-26T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:51.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plant Visit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3MCeWHEGxI/AAAAAAAAALo/O3f0TvO4XDU/s1600-h/tcl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148461519369149202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3MCeWHEGxI/AAAAAAAAALo/O3f0TvO4XDU/s400/tcl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3MAn2HEGwI/AAAAAAAAALg/6QKL5aoBRNc/s1600-h/tcl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirumalai Chemicals Limited (TCL) is one of the largest petrochemical industry which has a turn over of about 400 crores per year. It produces Pthalic Anhydride, Malic Anhydride, etc.. This was a very different experience for me. I came to know how Phthalic Anhydride is produced wit its raw materials... Its very interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the stores where many different mechanical, electrical &amp;amp; electronic items were kept. Our Sir, explained everything &amp;amp; iam new to mechanical... So, this visit made me aware of many different items...&lt;br /&gt;We had our electrical session &amp;amp; lastly came my favourite instrumentation session. This time its my turn to ask queries &amp;amp; the incharge was very patient, he explained us very clearly... My friends teased (just for fun) me for my queries... Thats fun, i really enjoyed it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i took all my friends to my home as this plant is near to my area... We enjoyed a lot &amp;amp; this created nice friendship wit all.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad thing is, iam unable to check blogs... Its ok, i had covered all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, for the first time I have attached my photo (sorry group photo). We are the team who visited TCL. We took this in TCL auditorium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, dont expect me to be fair.. I wont be fair.. i think u all guessed me.. Ya...iam wearing specs. Got it... take care friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-5249540669225396742?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5249540669225396742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5249540669225396742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5249540669225396742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5249540669225396742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-plant-visit.html' title='My Plant Visit....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R3MCeWHEGxI/AAAAAAAAALo/O3f0TvO4XDU/s72-c/tcl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-9078832663937893604</id><published>2007-12-23T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R28VyGHEGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/X-H5U_HbTUs/s1600-h/Merry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147356849485650674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R28VyGHEGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/X-H5U_HbTUs/s400/Merry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes around Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts often come to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we are celebrating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gathered around our lighted trees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we are cozy in our homes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before a crackling fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With family all around us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharing holiday smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of the people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting on the streets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With no home to go to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or shoes upon their feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of the children &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With no parents of their own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the child thats crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because Santa may not come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you can remember...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you were very young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The excitement you felt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Christmas time begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting up so early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see what's under the tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year I'm giving back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa's been so good to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to give food for the hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy some clothes and toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picking some angels from the tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both for girls and boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading the words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon their tiny list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe in some little way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can fulfill their wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adding an item or two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was not even there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to let them know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa truly cares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this card that I will sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a moment I will pause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the bottom I think I'll write&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Merry Christmas, From Santa Claus"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;honestly... i didn't wrote dis... i thought to have something special for u all on Christmas &amp;amp; i came across dis... hope u all enjoy it... have a great X-mas celebration wit family &amp;amp; friends.... take care...&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/6265153612734043882-9078832663937893604?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9078832663937893604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=9078832663937893604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/9078832663937893604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/9078832663937893604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R28VyGHEGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/X-H5U_HbTUs/s72-c/Merry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7264687690901333155</id><published>2007-12-14T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:32:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi friends... Iam going for a plant visit bcoz of my training...I will be back on friday (21st Dec 07)... Miss u all... Have a nice weekend... Take care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-7264687690901333155?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7264687690901333155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7264687690901333155' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7264687690901333155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7264687690901333155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/will-be-back.html' title='Will be back...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1549675873882504332</id><published>2007-12-12T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:28:14.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the very first day of my college life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was tensed on seeing many new faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On watching many telugu people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I was left in the wild forest all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I cant mingle with them due to my poor english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I dont know how u all interacted with me&lt;br /&gt;Gave that much courage to talk....&lt;br /&gt;Corrected me when I was wrong....&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged me when Iam doing my best....&lt;br /&gt;Supported me during my weaknesses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my luck to have u all as my friends&lt;br /&gt;The way u all guarded me&lt;br /&gt;When commented by other guys&lt;br /&gt;The care, affection... u all showered on me&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how i got u all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i got many nice hearts&lt;br /&gt;Who are thinking abot me &amp;amp; my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now, I too can talk fluently (littlebit)&lt;br /&gt;Iam having courage &amp;amp; confidence that I can learn more&lt;br /&gt;This is all bcoz of u.... friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u all....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-1549675873882504332?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1549675873882504332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1549675873882504332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1549675873882504332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1549675873882504332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/remembrances.html' title='Remembrances...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8872538121818960305</id><published>2007-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:52.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I wrong...Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R1ofwEXJETI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9I2WS_VvZrE/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141456835261829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R1ofwEXJETI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9I2WS_VvZrE/s400/wrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She went without saying a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told dont be too happy/sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever it is take it in a easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bcoz of this she left me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya...I told this when she was very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She thought that I dont like her to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She misconstrued me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my friend should tackle all situations&lt;br /&gt;Without losing courage, confidence...&lt;br /&gt;Even we are not together&lt;br /&gt;I thought others should not laugh at my friend&lt;br /&gt;For her silly doings....&lt;br /&gt;I thought my friend should be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Is this a reason for avoiding me???&lt;br /&gt;Ya... She thought Iam always criticising her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a true friend&lt;br /&gt;Who laughs &amp;amp; criticizes for right reasons&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any partiality in friendship&lt;br /&gt;All are equal to me&lt;br /&gt;But how can she say that she had less affection&lt;br /&gt;On me than our other friends???&lt;br /&gt;At last...I realized that Iam worrying about a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who didnt thinks about me....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-8872538121818960305?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8872538121818960305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8872538121818960305' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8872538121818960305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8872538121818960305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-wrongfriend.html' title='Am I wrong...Friend...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R1ofwEXJETI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9I2WS_VvZrE/s72-c/wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1440956195495852758</id><published>2007-12-02T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:58:38.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departing Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, when i came here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The environment was very new to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cried for being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leaving my mom &amp;amp; dad for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its really hard for me to tolerate this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom went without saying a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know she too cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dad too struggled to say bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know he too felt for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went, months went&lt;br /&gt;And now, Iam happy&lt;br /&gt;Having many new friends (including blog friends)&lt;br /&gt;Who are making me always happy&lt;br /&gt;Now, when Iam going to home&lt;br /&gt;I was eager to see my parents&lt;br /&gt;While Iam returning&lt;br /&gt;I used to be active&lt;br /&gt;As I will be back with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank "Time"&lt;br /&gt;For making me to suit for everything&lt;br /&gt;When I left my hostel&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that Iam moving to a new place&lt;br /&gt;But, only during our departure time&lt;br /&gt;We will come to know the true hearts who loved us&lt;br /&gt;Ya... I too got many&lt;br /&gt;Though I didnt talked that much&lt;br /&gt;I miss them a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what life&lt;br /&gt;No one can stick to us permanently...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-1440956195495852758?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1440956195495852758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1440956195495852758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1440956195495852758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1440956195495852758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/departing-moment.html' title='Departing Moment...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4783967934940587724</id><published>2007-11-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:15:24.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That u are not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;But, u lie me that u r well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That u are having many problems&lt;br /&gt;But, u pretend to be very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That u didnt slept well&lt;br /&gt;But, u will say that u had a very nice sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That u want me to be always happy&lt;br /&gt;But, i will share all ur sufferings without ur knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only distance can separate us&lt;br /&gt;But, not my memories which is always with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care dear&lt;br /&gt;Iam always waiting for u....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-4783967934940587724?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4783967934940587724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4783967934940587724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4783967934940587724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4783967934940587724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know.html' title='I know....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2189795931206565781</id><published>2007-11-25T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:42:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong in Resigning???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we are in a nice designation, the Company offers more respect on us based on our character, hardwork, sincerity, etc. When we quit our job bcoz of many reasons, the Company behaves differently on us. Though we have many years of experience, on receiving our resignation letter, they treat us in a very worst manner. I dont know how they are forgetting our truthfulness, hardwork, etc. Our Seniors who are very close &amp;amp; good to us are suddenly changing worst after knowing that we are going to quit &amp;amp; increase his/her work burden. See, we are quitting bcoz of our health problem, personal problem, career growth, etc. How can they treat like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that Company was true, they should treat well even after the resignation. Then only we will have respect on our previous Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the major issue which all employees are facing now. Even i too experienced this kind of treatment in my previous job. Now, my friends, cousins are also facing such issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution should come for this issue.....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-2189795931206565781?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2189795931206565781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2189795931206565781' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2189795931206565781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2189795931206565781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-wrong-in-resigning.html' title='What&apos;s wrong in Resigning???'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8375437515360254964</id><published>2007-11-23T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:52.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post is something special to me. Ya... its my 50th post. As i promised to my friend Kalyan, i took one of his tag....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136250405659406994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R0egh-rI8pI/AAAAAAAAALA/5NGLmvcvFA8/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 things I want to to before I die....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create my own cartoon program.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write my own fiction stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roaming with my partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work hard for my child's future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping the Orphans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punishing severely those who are spitting in the public place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making India to have a single rule with strict discipline &amp;amp; no political disturbances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making India to be free from beggars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a part of Harry Potter movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something useful which makes my name last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136250491558752930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R0egm-rI8qI/AAAAAAAAALI/HgkVcZVYfL4/s400/deepam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            "Wish u all a very happy Karthigai Deepam"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8375437515360254964?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8375437515360254964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8375437515360254964' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8375437515360254964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8375437515360254964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-things.html' title='10 Things...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/R0egh-rI8pI/AAAAAAAAALA/5NGLmvcvFA8/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1741240414391579692</id><published>2007-11-22T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:32:40.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snake Soul....</title><content type='html'>Janu dont know where she is standing. The &lt;br /&gt;place seems to be very new to her. Its very dark. Janu is already very scared off dark. She feels that something is moving around her. She can guess it. Ya... its a snake. But its still dark, she can't see it. Suddenly, some light flashes &amp; now she can view what's moving. She is stunned by seeing all variety of snakes hanging &amp; moving here &amp; there around her. She don't know what to do. Where to run??? Atlast she thought to run, but the snake which is very near to her, bites her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is there to help her. She know that she is dying. Ya... she is dead. Suddenly, her soul rises from her body. Instead of taking her form, the soul takes a snake form. She can view what is happening there, not knowing how she can able to see it as she is dead. She is muttering something, which causes her snake soul to enter her body again. She can feel it as it enters her body. She suddenly open her eyes, her heart beats &lt;br /&gt;very fast, her hands are shivering, dont know whether she is dead or alive. She then realizes that its just a dream..... a very worst dream she ever had.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-1741240414391579692?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1741240414391579692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1741240414391579692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1741240414391579692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1741240414391579692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/snake-soul.html' title='A Snake Soul....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7483042081896140517</id><published>2007-11-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:20:46.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something which i enjoyed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Having a true friend is like having the whole world in your hand&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It is not that iam afraid to die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It is that if i die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Who will love you as i do&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above two quotes are my favourite ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So much to say that i love u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Now that so much i need u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; How it would be if u need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Feel it for me to believe me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Iam on in love but not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Living for u &amp;amp; dying for u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Iam on in love but not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Living for u...&amp;amp; dying....for u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...i didnt wrote this. this is a song from Santhosham (telugu movie) which is so touchy when u hear it. i dont know whether my lyrics is rite (sorry if iam wrong).  it has its telugu version too... hope u all enjoy it...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-7483042081896140517?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7483042081896140517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7483042081896140517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7483042081896140517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7483042081896140517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-which-i-enjoyed.html' title='Something which i enjoyed....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-9025993709029803419</id><published>2007-11-12T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:43:05.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali Celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diwali is celebrated on new moon day. Many of us will have Nombu which is celebrated on new moon day &amp;amp; the day before new moon day is considered as our diwali. So we will have two days to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first day, we have to cook non-veg. We prepare dosai &amp;amp; along with sugar we devote this to God. We convey our wishes to our relatives &amp;amp; neighbours. After that we will cook non-veg. Then we will fire crackers. Also we will watch our TV programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day, its purely veg. Elders will have fastings. We prepare many varieties of food &amp;amp; also we prepare our special item "Athirasam" (sweet &amp;amp; very delicious one) along with "Murukku/Elladai" (lite spicy one) which we will keep in a clay pot in the center of our pooja room. The clay pot will have odd number of dots of turmeric &amp;amp; kungumam. In that we keep some athirasam &amp;amp; murukku/elladai, flowers, betels &amp;amp; betel nuts, kungumam, turmeric &amp;amp; thaali kayer (sorry dont know its english name. A yellow rope which we used to wear after marriage as a symbol of married women. Very effective one) &amp;amp; lastly nombu kayer (a different yellow rope with pink colour in the middle which we tie in our hands which acts as a symbol of nombu). This nombu kayer will be in different&lt;br /&gt;colours depending their family culture. After devoting this to God, we have to get blessings from family elder person (father or grandpa) &amp;amp; they will give a set which contains all what we kept in clay pot. Then we have to tie the nombu kayer in our hands, then we must eat all the things which we got from elder (except that betel &amp;amp; betel nuts, i will give it to my mom). The point is only those who are having nombu only can eat the things in clay pot. Others cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, distribution of this athirasam, murukku &amp;amp; sweets to relatives &amp;amp; neighbours will commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we didnt took nombu bcoz of my grandpa's death. If we didnt take nombu then we cant do this upto three years. Thats why we planned to take on Karthigai Deepam. So that we can continue this without any interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karthigai Deepam (24 Nov 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Celebrated on the full moon day in the Karthigai month, the annual Karthigai Deepam festival is viewed by many as an extension of the Hindu Deepavali (or Diwali) festival. And like Deepavali, devotees light candles and lanterns in their homes creating an incredible spectacle.&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-9025993709029803419?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9025993709029803419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=9025993709029803419' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/9025993709029803419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/9025993709029803419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/diwali-celebration.html' title='Diwali Celebration...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7315540037859663710</id><published>2007-11-05T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:53.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Light....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ry_RM_UtiII/AAAAAAAAAK4/EyLrNocr78Q/s1600-h/DiwaliLight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129548521685223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ry_RM_UtiII/AAAAAAAAAK4/EyLrNocr78Q/s400/DiwaliLight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which makes us happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which makes us free from worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which makes us to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which makes us to feel like kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which makes us to have a nice mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iam sure that this bright lights will make our futures very bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wishing u all a very Happy Diwali"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a nice celebration....&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/6265153612734043882-7315540037859663710?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7315540037859663710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7315540037859663710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7315540037859663710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7315540037859663710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/festival-of-light.html' title='Festival of Light....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ry_RM_UtiII/AAAAAAAAAK4/EyLrNocr78Q/s72-c/DiwaliLight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8667164618699571565</id><published>2007-11-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its important...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyvR4vUtiHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ed1QwnNXv2U/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128423373397657714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyvR4vUtiHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ed1QwnNXv2U/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1DyUQaR0T6Q/Rx9tk0nWddI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-CLt08nujBk/s1600-h/FlÃ¡via.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends, please have a look on this blog......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sverdades.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sverdades.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is about a girl who is in coma stage.... please we have to do something for her...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank u.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(David... sorry i took this picture from ur blog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8667164618699571565?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8667164618699571565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8667164618699571565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8667164618699571565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8667164618699571565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-important.html' title='Its important...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyvR4vUtiHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ed1QwnNXv2U/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2137867881476658607</id><published>2007-10-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:53.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ryaxf_UtiGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sepeViNBuUA/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126980388940253282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ryaxf_UtiGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sepeViNBuUA/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diwali-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heart feels joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we have holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heart feels happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we are going to celebrate with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fun, the chat, the teasings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What for we have waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is all going to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali-&lt;br /&gt;Kids are in the first place of enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;They start celebrating earlier&lt;br /&gt;Wait eagerly for every evenings&lt;br /&gt;They start their fireworks&lt;br /&gt;With little scoldings from elders&lt;br /&gt;That too is full of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali-&lt;br /&gt;Elders start thinking about the snacks&lt;br /&gt;They start to prepare it earlier&lt;br /&gt;They share this snacks with relatives &amp;amp; neighbours&lt;br /&gt;As it creates a nice bond between us...&lt;br /&gt;They are much worried&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the safety of their kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali-&lt;br /&gt;On that day...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the family wakes up early&lt;br /&gt;Kids get ready soon&lt;br /&gt;So that they can start their fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;Elders prepare many kinds of dishes&lt;br /&gt;They keep everything in front of God &amp;amp; Godesses&lt;br /&gt;Each &amp;amp; every member of that family&lt;br /&gt;Pray with full involvement...&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy being together&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV with many happy comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali-&lt;br /&gt;Its like a birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Diwali festival&lt;br /&gt;Its like a family birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-2137867881476658607?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2137867881476658607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2137867881476658607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2137867881476658607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2137867881476658607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/diwali.html' title='Diwali...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ryaxf_UtiGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sepeViNBuUA/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1917469254702519580</id><published>2007-10-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Costumes-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Below is about the traditional costumes of North India..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punjab:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punjab &amp;amp; Haryana are famous for the "phulkari" (flower-work) shawls which is worn with a tight-fitting choli &amp;amp; gaghra. Phulkari forms the traditional costume of rural woman of this region.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ceremonial occasions, a special kind of phulkari known as a "bagh" (garden) was made, in which the whole of the ground was covered with embroidery. On the birth of a baby, the grandmother, after a ceremony of prayers &amp;amp; distribution of sweets to the baby's aunts, would start to embroider a bagh. It would take several years to complete &amp;amp; was embroidered with special care to be used later at the grandchild's wedding, after which it would be kept as a family treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840049353361362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKkXfUth9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2kaFW1Gno4Y/s400/punjab.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punjabi girls &amp;amp; women wear salwar kameez's with bright colored duppattas. Kameez is the shirt or top piece &amp;amp; salwar is the pant or bottom piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840199677216738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKkgPUth-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/VUgo0KYIxpE/s400/punjab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mens &amp;amp; boys generally wear loose pants or slacks with a collared shirt or t-shirt. Some will wear the kurta pajama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajasthan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women's attire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840375770875890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKkqfUth_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/chNM2PmTHlk/s400/rajasthan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rajasthani women wear ankle-length long skirts with narrow waist that gain width like an umbrella at the base. It is called ghaghara. The width &amp;amp; the no. of pleats in the ghaghara symbolize ones prosperity. Kurti or choli acts as top/blouse. The odhani is a cotton cloth of about 3m long &amp;amp; about 2m wide that is tucked in the skirt while the other end is taken over the head &amp;amp; the right&lt;br /&gt;shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men's attire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840646353815554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKk6PUtiAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WbyACXIOuHY/s400/rajasthan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They wear a turban of various colour, an angrakha or achakan as the upper garment &amp;amp; dhoti or pyjama as the lower garment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840788087736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKlCfUtiBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y2HkUoUI_Vg/s400/jammu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years Kashmiri men &amp;amp; women have worn the same style of dress. The women wear the pheran, the Kashmiri gown, hemmed with a border &amp;amp; hanging in awkward folds. A muslim womans pheran is knee length, loose &amp;amp; embroidered in front &amp;amp; on the edges, a hindu womans pheran touches her feet. For the sake&lt;br /&gt;of smartness &amp;amp; ease it is tied at the waist with folded material called Ihungi. Hindu costume has head-dress called taranga, which is tied to a hanging bonnet &amp;amp; tapers down to the heels from behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125840959886428194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKlMfUtiCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1ksC66OlRhg/s400/jammu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhabiting the hilly tract bounding the mountains of the Kashmir valley &amp;amp; extending to the plains of Punjab, wear long, loose tunics, close fitting chudidhars and dupatta or cap to complete their charming ensemble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladakhis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125841093030414386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKlUPUtiDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rIo9Nu9rFcw/s400/jammu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a part of Jammu. It is known as "&lt;strong&gt;land of the Lamas&lt;/strong&gt;". Men wear long, grey, woolen gowns fringed with sheep-skin &amp;amp; tied at the waist with girdles of blue colour, multi coloured velvet caps, fringed with black fur earlaps. Women wear colourful clothes. Their special is the turquoise-studded headgear called Perak, is made of red cloth or goat skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uttar Pradesh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125841243354269762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKlc_UtiEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/R4QMDU4yoqI/s400/Uttar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mens wear kurta-pyjamas &amp;amp; dhoti-kurtas. Womens wear sari, salwar suit, lehangas, shararas &amp;amp; gararas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bihar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125841389383157842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKllfUtiFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KadQfJJYc2o/s400/bihar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Its known for its golden tussar silk weaving saris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-1917469254702519580?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1917469254702519580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1917469254702519580' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1917469254702519580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1917469254702519580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-costumes-5.html' title='Traditional Costumes-5'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RyKkXfUth9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2kaFW1Gno4Y/s72-c/punjab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3250950242091457083</id><published>2007-10-21T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:55.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rxv-C6kFDfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_iGyUCxXLIQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968327097847282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rxv-C6kFDfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_iGyUCxXLIQ/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hai friends.... Today (22nd Oct) is my b'day. I feel very happy to share this with u all. This year I got many new friends especially through this blogspot. I should thank blogspot for this. Thanks for being my friend.....&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/6265153612734043882-3250950242091457083?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3250950242091457083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3250950242091457083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3250950242091457083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3250950242091457083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rxv-C6kFDfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_iGyUCxXLIQ/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4782040737803325102</id><published>2007-10-18T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:56.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saraswati Pooja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxgHpakFDeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rzCJpWThEfw/s1600-h/saraswati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122852984220618210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxgHpakFDeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rzCJpWThEfw/s400/saraswati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friends, Wish u all a very happy Saraswati Pooja.... Enjoy it well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be happy always.... Keep smiling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-4782040737803325102?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4782040737803325102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4782040737803325102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4782040737803325102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4782040737803325102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/saraswati-pooja.html' title='Saraswati Pooja...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxgHpakFDeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rzCJpWThEfw/s72-c/saraswati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8944250530130101378</id><published>2007-10-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:56.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Costumes-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the costumes for East India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Bengal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbBWKkFDZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/incXlT1VC2E/s1600-h/bengal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122494212717481362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbBWKkFDZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/incXlT1VC2E/s400/bengal.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122494461825584546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbBkqkFDaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M1nPUOKBXLo/s400/bengal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Catching the cold" comes easy to Bengalis. Wrapped in layers of warm clothing even if the sun is boiling the mercury, a baby learns quickly that his chances of survival in a Bengali household depend on how tightly he can wrap himself in cotton, linen &amp;amp; wool. Bengalis have almost romanticised warm clothing, so much so that Bengali art has found eloquent expression in a form of quilt-stitchwork called Kantha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Kalyan&lt;/strong&gt;-this post remains me about u...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122494985811594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbCDKkFDbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tDnkJeZRq0Q/s400/assam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traditional costume of the Assamese women is known as the "Mekhala &amp;amp; Chadar". The women of Assam weave fairy tales in their looms. Skill to weave was the primary qualification&lt;br /&gt;of a young girl for her eligibility for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhiji, during his famous tour to promote khadi &amp;amp; swadeshi, was so moved that he remarked "&lt;strong&gt;Assamese women weave fairy tales in their clothes&lt;/strong&gt;!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally men folk of plains wear mill- made dhoties &amp;amp; small or big sized sola/fatua (shirt) &amp;amp; vest or eri-chaddar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122495316524076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbCWakFDcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ab1cS_zyhJU/s400/assam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assamese women use riha-mekhela-sadar. The long flowing skirt up to the ankles is known as mekhela and the upper garment riha. The red coloured pattern at the end of the riha is graceful and symbolic. It is said that the dress of mehkela &amp;amp; the riha chaddar has been adopted from the Tibetan &amp;amp; Burmese women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orissa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122495539862375890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbCjakFDdI/AAAAAAAAAII/S76LkIgDsnQ/s400/orissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odissi is the traditional dance of Orissa. The costume is similar to that of traditional Bharathanatyam costume. The Orissa saris were draped around the dancers in a specific manner for the costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orissa is a thickly tribal inhabited state, consisting of 62 tribes living in different parts of the state. to the tribals, dress is a cultural need &amp;amp; it is also a part of their tradition. The tribals use separate costumes at the time of festivals &amp;amp; ceremonies. In a specific tribe the dresses from birth to old age has immense variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8944250530130101378?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8944250530130101378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8944250530130101378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8944250530130101378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8944250530130101378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-costumes-4.html' title='Traditional Costumes-4'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxbBWKkFDZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/incXlT1VC2E/s72-c/bengal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3469310773024510130</id><published>2007-10-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:57.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Costumes-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The following are the traditional costumes of West India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gujarat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male&lt;/strong&gt;-Chorno &amp;amp; Kediyu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female&lt;/strong&gt;-Chaniyo &amp;amp; Choli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The dresses worn by males in rural areas consists of cotton drawers called "Chorno" &amp;amp; a short "Kediyu" or "Angarakhu" covering the upper part of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women put on "Chaniyo" the coloured petticoat often embroidered with "abhala" or glass pieces, a similarly embroidered blouse or bodice called "Choli" or "Polku" along with "Odhani", a coloured piece of coarse cloth covering the body and the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ras and Garba Costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Ras dance is considered to be the form of Ras Leela, which Krishna used to perform when he was leading the life of a cowherd boy at Gokul and Vrindavan. The Ras is by itself very simple and is generally performed by a group of youthful people who move in a circle to measured steps, marking time by sticks called dhandias keeping in their hands &amp;amp; singing in chorus accompanied by dhol, cymbals, flute or shehnai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122127413920468274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxVzvqkFDTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PaiX6JZaO0k/s400/gujarat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The costumes for this dance is a small coat called keviya with tight sleeves and pleated frills at the waist with embroidered borders &amp;amp; sholders, tight trousers like chudidars &amp;amp; colourfully embroidered cap or coloured turban &amp;amp; coloured kamarbandha i.e. waistband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The traditional dress for Gujarati women is the lehenga choli or ghagra choli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abhas-Traditional costume of Kutch region&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122127731748048194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxV0CKkFDUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NOIvFDHXTKA/s400/gujarat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The women looked beautiful in their fabulous Abhas as they swayed to the music. The twinkling lights played over the gold &amp;amp; thread emboridery while the sequins &amp;amp; badla work sparkled continuously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122127985151118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxV0Q6kFDVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R-mnJJ6im-s/s400/goa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cotton clothes are the best option during the warm and sunny days. Woolen clothes are rarely needed. If you feel cold all you need is a light wool jacket or sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maharashtra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122128238554189154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxV0fqkFDWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dO1ZbhsvbpA/s400/maharastra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men wear dhoti and shirt with a headress known as the "Pheta", &amp;amp; women wear sari with a short-sleeved "Choli" (blouse). The sari is 9m long and is worn tucked between the legs. Sari in Marathi is known as "Lugade" or "Sadi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-3469310773024510130?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3469310773024510130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3469310773024510130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3469310773024510130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3469310773024510130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-costumes-3.html' title='Traditional Costumes-3'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxVzvqkFDTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PaiX6JZaO0k/s72-c/gujarat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8417265101640108697</id><published>2007-10-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:58.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Costumes-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The following are the traditional costumes of Central India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madhya Pradesh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its India's largest state, it literally means the "Central Province", an apt name as it is situated in the centre of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121751965059321090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxQeRqkFDQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WJl5MNxEw0s/s400/madhya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt;-Light clothes preferably natural fibres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;-Light woolens for the day and heavywoolens for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Madhya Pradesh is known for its fine Chanderi Pagadi or safa, bandi and dhoti among males and kanchli, ghaghara, lugada (lehnga) among females is the dress of common village folk. School going boys wear chaddi and shirt and the girls, polka, ghaghri or frock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tribals wear short dhotis. In jungles their men-folk wear shorter langot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chattisgarh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;India's 26th state which was carved out of Madhya Pradesh on 1st November 2000. This state is known for its tribal weaving. Chattisgarh is formerly known as Southern Kosal. Chattisgarh is derived from the ancient dynasty South Kaushal taht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121752553469840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxQez6kFDRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_ercj1CRnkQ/s400/chattisgarh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women are fond of "Kachhora" a typical manner of wearing saree. Women wearing "Lugda" (saree) and "Polkha" (blouse) with a set of attractive ornaments are symbolic of tradition and heritage of Chattisgarh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abhuj Maria Tribals (Bastar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their dressing needs are very small and money they do not covet at all. Both men &amp;amp; women wear only a piece of cloth round the waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Folk Dance Costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaur Dance Costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121753008736374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxQfOakFDSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MxJlczDrAyA/s400/chattisgarh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men put head-dresses with stringed "cowries" and plumes of peacock feathers and make their way to the dancing ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kaksar Dance Costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boys put on a peculiar costume of a long white robe while girls are clad in all their finery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8417265101640108697?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8417265101640108697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8417265101640108697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8417265101640108697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8417265101640108697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-costumes-2.html' title='Traditional Costumes-2'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxQeRqkFDQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WJl5MNxEw0s/s72-c/madhya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5953594456038967017</id><published>2007-10-14T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:40:59.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iam tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hai...I was tagged by my friend "&lt;strong&gt;Jeevan&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u r tagged, here are the rules,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kalaiselvi, it refers to "&lt;strong&gt;Kalaivani&lt;/strong&gt;" (Sarasvati) Goddess of learning and arts. I heard from many saying that people should have "&lt;strong&gt;Kalai&lt;/strong&gt;" in their face apart from their fair features, i had in my name itself. My name has been called as kalai, selvi, chellam (my mom), ammu, ammachi (my dad, it refers to grandma), etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRZakFDLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GrLHfHOekkk/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121385960831257778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRZakFDLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GrLHfHOekkk/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K for &lt;strong&gt;Kindness&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always try to understand others situation. I will help as much as possible. I can adjust to any kind of people. Though I suffered, I will try to make my surrounding feel happy &amp;amp; comfortable in my presence... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRpqkFDMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc9Q3RLHy44/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121386240004132034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRpqkFDMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc9Q3RLHy44/s400/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A for &lt;strong&gt;Affection&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can easily shower my affection even to an unknown person. I will do anything for them. But, If they are not true to me, I will be upset to such an extent that I cant control myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRwakFDNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dqZRMgE_Bm0/s1600-h/l.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121386355968249042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRwakFDNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dqZRMgE_Bm0/s400/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L for &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iam having a separate respect to the true lovers. Love, its different from all others. According to me, Love shows and needs something in return. Only the person who is in love, can realise the actual feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLR_6kFDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VwkNAJ4SoEc/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121386622256221410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLR_6kFDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VwkNAJ4SoEc/s400/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A for &lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my main negative point. Iam always straightforward. Whatever I feel wrong, I will say it directly. I wont see whether they are my elder/younger. This creates a lot of problems. So, now Iam trying to control it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLSKakFDPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fv5Ln1CeMcI/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121386802644847858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLSKakFDPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fv5Ln1CeMcI/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I for &lt;strong&gt;Involvement&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be perfect in my work. Whatever it is, I will try to do it sincerely. I will learn any new work with full involvement though others hurt me for not knowing that work. As a challenge, I will do that same work well in front of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would like to tag my friends, &lt;strong&gt;Karthik&lt;/strong&gt; (expertdabbler), &lt;strong&gt;Sundarvathi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Senthil&lt;/strong&gt; (Omen), &lt;strong&gt;Seraphine&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Priya&lt;/strong&gt; (Kuttipriya). I hope u will enjoy it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRpqkFDMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc9Q3RLHy44/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-5953594456038967017?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5953594456038967017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5953594456038967017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5953594456038967017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5953594456038967017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/iam-tagged.html' title='Iam tagged...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxLRZakFDLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GrLHfHOekkk/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5604210668284444586</id><published>2007-10-12T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:00.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Costumes-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tamil Nadu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120696975062535330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBexKkFDKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/f5wmb_bki7s/s400/tamil+nadu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women wear sari and blouse and men wear lungi along with a shirt and 'Angavastra'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kerala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBd36kFDJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3tkHR3TtZho/s1600-h/kerala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120695991515024530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBd36kFDJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3tkHR3TtZho/s400/kerala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The traditional dress forms are the 'Mundu and Neriathu' (a white piece of cloth with golden zari border symbolising royalty) for men; and 'sari' (a 5-6 metres long piece of cloth embroidered with golden border) with jacket for women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Karnataka:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdzKkFDII/AAAAAAAAAFc/gHJ97TEkflM/s1600-h/karnataka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120695909910645890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdzKkFDII/AAAAAAAAAFc/gHJ97TEkflM/s400/karnataka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The main dress of the men is a 'lungi' worn below the waist beneath a shirt. A 'angavastram', a silk or cotton muffler is sported on the neck covering the shoulders. Women wear sarees, the unstitched piece of cloth used to drape the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Kodavas or the people of Kodagu have their own distinct dresses. The men wear their native costume with pride, resplendent with ornamental sashes, swords and daggers, black robes or tunics and gold trimmed turbans for festivals or weddings. Kodava women drape the saree in reverse, with the pleats at the back, pallu pinned on the shoulder, the fringe to the front. Decorative headscarves are worn on formal occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andhra Pradesh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdsKkFDHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RBtftPw0JNY/s1600-h/andhra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120695789651561586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdsKkFDHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RBtftPw0JNY/s400/andhra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sari &amp;amp; blouse for women. Dhoti &amp;amp; kurta for men &amp;amp; Lambadi dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdh6kFDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j12Z6MCLKI4/s1600-h/lambadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120695613557902434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBdh6kFDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j12Z6MCLKI4/s400/lambadi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lambadi are a common tribal group in Andhra &amp;amp; are famous for their colourful costumes. The Lambada men have adopted the regional dress but the women have to this day retained their attractive colourful &amp;amp; heavy garments, with lot of mirrors and beads studded on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-5604210668284444586?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5604210668284444586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5604210668284444586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5604210668284444586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5604210668284444586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-costumes-1.html' title='Traditional Costumes-1'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RxBexKkFDKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/f5wmb_bki7s/s72-c/tamil+nadu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3159865367165926917</id><published>2007-10-09T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:59:19.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappu.. hey keyaaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I came across an article which I enjoyed a lot. I thought to share with u all. Here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an Apartment which had different cultured people. One newly married telugu lady came to that Apartment. In Hindi, kids are referred as pappu, babblu, munnee (i think so). One north Indian lady came to that telugu lady's house &amp;amp; asked her "&lt;strong&gt;Pappu.. hey keyaaa...&lt;/strong&gt;" (Is pappu here?). That telugu lady know some hindi. In telugu pappu means paruppu (dhal). So she went &amp;amp; came with a box which had dhal in it. She showed it to her &amp;amp; asked her to take it. That north Indian lady got confused &amp;amp; again asked her "&lt;strong&gt;pappu... nahee hey..&lt;/strong&gt;" (Is pappu not here). Telugu lady thought that she is asking ghee (she took that "&lt;strong&gt;nahee&lt;/strong&gt;" as "&lt;strong&gt;neiy&lt;/strong&gt;"). Again she came with two boxes, one containing dhal &amp;amp; other with ghee. That north Indian lady got tensed &amp;amp; thought she is insulting her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, another lady came their to ask whats going. This lady know both the languages &amp;amp; explained each with their own mother tongue. They cant help laughing about what they did...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-3159865367165926917?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3159865367165926917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3159865367165926917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3159865367165926917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3159865367165926917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pappu-hey-keyaaa.html' title='Pappu.. hey keyaaa...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8299324766849169414</id><published>2007-10-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:01.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional South Indian Dresses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwrkIKkFDFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BtA056RpTFY/s1600-h/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119154755385756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwrkIKkFDFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BtA056RpTFY/s400/kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids used to wear "&lt;strong&gt;Pattu Paavaadai&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwrkC6kFDEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5ngv8wLWCzI/s1600-h/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119154665191443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwrkC6kFDEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5ngv8wLWCzI/s400/half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage used to wear "&lt;strong&gt;Half Saree&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rwrj9qkFDDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qoT6Jmn6iH0/s1600-h/saree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119154574997130290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rwrj9qkFDDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qoT6Jmn6iH0/s400/saree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults used to wear "&lt;strong&gt;Saree&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rwrj2akFDCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/15w8AU4KUy8/s1600-h/sarees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119154450443078690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rwrj2akFDCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/15w8AU4KUy8/s400/sarees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "&lt;strong&gt;Pattu Sarees&lt;/strong&gt;"  which we wear during functions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8299324766849169414?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8299324766849169414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8299324766849169414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8299324766849169414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8299324766849169414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/traditional-south-indian-dresses.html' title='Traditional South Indian Dresses....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwrkIKkFDFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BtA056RpTFY/s72-c/kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4537558889597363118</id><published>2007-10-05T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:02.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Weight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwbyI6kFDBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z_Y_N5aaYoI/s1600-h/kid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118044261526604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwbyI6kFDBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z_Y_N5aaYoI/s400/kid.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I did my schooling, my school was very near to my house. It takes just 5 minutes to walk. I used to come to home for lunch. We enjoyed a lot. We were lucky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the type of schooling in main cities seems to be very difficult. Students are carrying a bag which weigh double their actual weight. Iam sure that they had to eat extra for carrying their bags. Those who are travelling in buses (especially government buses) are suffering a lot. They get more scoldings in addition to their pain y bcoz they occupy more space in the bus. Just imagine how they manage in a overcrowd bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad it is? Due to the technology improvement, students are forced to study more in their school days.... Something should come to reduce their bag weight like having CDs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remains me about a song in "Mugavaree".&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-4537558889597363118?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4537558889597363118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4537558889597363118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4537558889597363118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4537558889597363118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/double-weight.html' title='Double Weight....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RwbyI6kFDBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z_Y_N5aaYoI/s72-c/kid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-6343932494724682972</id><published>2007-10-04T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:54:57.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Culture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of our friend in our hostel thought to see separate house for her and her friends. When our sister (Warden) heard this, she told her about another girl who is at present staying alone in a house. Though she felt something wrong, she had no choice to avoid this. She went with the sister to see that house. She liked that house and the girl moved well. She got information from the sister that the girl was staying with her brother and at present he went for onsite. So the girl is staying alone and she is so scared of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, our friend said ok and she told she will shift soon. But within a day, the girl talked to our friend to come and stay that night as she is alone. So our friend went to stay with her that night. The way she dressed and the way she talked with our friend seemed to be very odd. Our friend felt very shy. For this the girl coolly replied "&lt;strong&gt;whats wrong with u&lt;/strong&gt;". The girl even added that chennai girls will be like this only. The girl threatened our friend not to use mobile. Our friend didnt slept that night and she came to hostel early in the morning itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we are coming from different places to chennai particularly for our studies,&lt;br /&gt;employment, etc. We have to pick the right one from others not the bad one. Now, the modern culture has become very worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl, I felt ashamed in the culture the girls are following now. Boys wont tease us if we dress properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Nation is respected for our culture too. Many foreigners like our culture. They are transferring to our culture. This is a good one. But, what we are doing?.... Simply moving to their culture in the name of modern culture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls... please think for a while... If I hurt anyone, I apologies....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-6343932494724682972?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6343932494724682972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=6343932494724682972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6343932494724682972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6343932494724682972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-culture.html' title='Our Culture...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7548398750248842259</id><published>2007-10-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:11:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry... Iam late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hai friends... Sorry, I missed u all for nearly a week... Its all bcoz of my health problem. Now feeling better....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Gandhi Jayanthi wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies... my kind request is just take care of ur healths. Try to take more fruits and fresh juices. Pls avoid taking drinks which comes in bottles. Its dangerous for us... Take care friends....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-7548398750248842259?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7548398750248842259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7548398750248842259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7548398750248842259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7548398750248842259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-iam-late.html' title='Sorry... Iam late...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4607075279343283390</id><published>2007-09-26T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:03.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vellore Fort..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVT6kFDAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_LFzpX1eX0E/s1600-h/fort1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114705233691610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVT6kFDAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_LFzpX1eX0E/s400/fort1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This about my native place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vellore Fort is a large historic 16th Century fort situated in Vellore town near Chennai in Tamil Nadu, India. It passed from the Nayaks to Bijapur Sultans, then Marathas and to Carnatic Nawabs and finally to British till Independence. During the British rule the fort had Tipu Sultan's family and the last Nayak king of Kandy (Sri Lanka) in captivity. The Fort also houses a Hindu temple, Christian church and Muslim mosque. The first rebellion against British rule erupted at this fort in 1806. The Fort is considered to be one the best specimen of a ground fort in&lt;br /&gt;India and the Temple within the Fort is famous for the magnificent carvings. The Fort is also a witness to the tragic massacre of the Vijayanagara royal family of Emperor Sriranga Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present day Chennai region and Tirupathi were under the domains of this Fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Construction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVQ6kFC_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/resTHuU2Sbg/s1600-h/fort2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114705182152002546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVQ6kFC_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/resTHuU2Sbg/s400/fort2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Built area is around 133 acres, situated within the broken range of Eastern Ghats near Palar riverbanks. The walls are constructed using heavy blocks of green granite rocks sourced from nearby hills in Arcot and Chitoor Districts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortification consists of a main rampart broken at irregular intervals by round towers and rectangular projections. The fort is surrounded by a moat which was once filled with crocodiles to create a extra line of defense. This broad moat is fed with water by subterranean drains from the Suryagunta tank. The fort is considered to one of the most perfect specimens of military architecture in&lt;br /&gt;Southern India and is known for its grand ramparts, wide moat and robust masonry. The Vellore Fort is now maintained by the Archaeological Survey of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is supposed to be a tunnel deep below the fort leading to a temple in a village known as Virinjipuram exactly 12 Kms away. The king used that in order to escape if there were any major attacks. The tunnel still exist but its been closed due to some problems, the mouth of the tunnel in Virinjipuram temple can be seen. It is placed near mother goddess. Its remained closed for years since there might be dangerous gas or reptiles inside. Some people say that some archeologists have tried exploring that but didn't return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jalakanteswarar Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVHqkFC-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RsPm-AtSJc0/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114705023238212578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVHqkFC-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RsPm-AtSJc0/s400/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The large impressive Siva temple was built about the same time as the fort in&lt;br /&gt;Vijayanagara architecture style and is located on the Northern wall within the fort. The lingam of Lord Shiva gets its name from the natural underground spring upon which it resides, on of the reasons why the moat has never dried, no matter how severe a drought. Named after Jalakanteswara, or “Lord Siva residing in the water”, the temple has a Nataraja Siva deity on the northern altar and Siva-lingam on the western altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsSMqkFC7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gfV9H6lLBgU/s1600-h/fort5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114701810602675122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsSMqkFC7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gfV9H6lLBgU/s400/fort5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The 30m (100ft) high, seven-storey Gopuram is made of blue granite, flanked by two carved dwarpalas (door guards). The temple is renowned for the magnificent carvings on the pillars of the kalyana mandapam (Marriage Hall) which are fashioned as rearing lions, horses with riders, yalis and other mythical beasts and considered to be one of the most impressive in India. The temple itself is now cared for by a trust and re-established as a place of worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRyakFC6I/AAAAAAAAADs/hfpjyvaUdB4/s1600-h/mosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114701359631109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRyakFC6I/AAAAAAAAADs/hfpjyvaUdB4/s400/mosque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Mosque built by the Muslim rulers is situated inside the fort signifies the&lt;br /&gt;earliest Islamic structure in the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRq6kFC5I/AAAAAAAAADk/7gRyYf0qnyo/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114701230782090130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRq6kFC5I/AAAAAAAAADk/7gRyYf0qnyo/s400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A British era Church in the same fort complex is known impressive stairway and its bell tower. On the right of the Fort there is a cemetery for British officers Soldiers killed in the final campaign against Tipu Sultan and in the following 1806 Sepoy Mutiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First Sepoy Mutiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRiKkFC4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Mgp-b5QvKLI/s1600-h/mutiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114701080458234754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsRiKkFC4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Mgp-b5QvKLI/s400/mutiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1806, the Vellore fort was used by the British to station Infantry Military units of the Madras Regiment.The British Commander in chief of the Madras Army prescribed a new round hat for soldiers replacing the turbans and removal of beards, caste markings and jewellery, which the Sepoys considered offensive and were further fuelled by rumours that the hat was made of the hide of cows and&lt;br /&gt;pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On July 10, 1806, before sunrise, Indian Sepoys stationed in the Fort attacked the European barracks stationed there, and by late morning killed around 15 Officers and 100 English soldiers and ransacking their houses. Some of the rebelling Soldiers also instigated the sons of Tipu Sultan to lead the campaign. The news quickly reached a Colonel commanding the Cavalry Cantonment in&lt;br /&gt;Arcot, who reached the Fort reached with heavy battalions and quickly put down the rebelling solders. The rebelling native Sepoys numbering more than 800 were&lt;br /&gt;mercilessly hounded and killed. By noon the rebellion was put down. The events lead to a Court inquiry by the British who also decided to shift Tipu Sultans family from Vellore to faraway Calcutta in isolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of the Vellore Rebellion sent shockwaves in England. The Governor, William Bentinck and Commander-in-Chief of the Madras Army, Sir John Cradock both were recalled on this count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Family of Tipu Sultan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tombs of Bakshi Begum (d.1806), widow of Hyder Ali and Padshah Begum, Tipu's wife, who died in 1834 are located with a kilometre to the eastern side of the Fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-4607075279343283390?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4607075279343283390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4607075279343283390' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4607075279343283390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4607075279343283390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/vellore-fort.html' title='Vellore Fort..'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvsVT6kFDAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_LFzpX1eX0E/s72-c/fort1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-430059415757009843</id><published>2007-09-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:03.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremendous Victory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvhsL6kFC1I/AAAAAAAAADE/etqo3SteG3Y/s1600-h/cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113956328834141010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvhsL6kFC1I/AAAAAAAAADE/etqo3SteG3Y/s400/cricket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;India Vs Pakistan in the World cup Twenty-Twenty became much fame all over the world. This match is obviously an highly expected one. Winning the cup that too against Pakistan is a must for us, not only in this match but also in future matches too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really our team played well and fulfilled all our expectations. I hope this spirit will continue for the forecoming matches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long gap, again I started to pray for our team... It was like waiting for a semester result.... That much I was tensed...I know, I was not the one to be tensed... everyone will be like me in this situation...&lt;br /&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/6265153612734043882-430059415757009843?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/430059415757009843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=430059415757009843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/430059415757009843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/430059415757009843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tremendous-victory.html' title='Tremendous Victory...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvhsL6kFC1I/AAAAAAAAADE/etqo3SteG3Y/s72-c/cricket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-4640070986632285564</id><published>2007-09-22T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:06.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golconda Fort....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJ7qkFC0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z9DrpiXcTaI/s1600-h/Golconda-Fort-View1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112933503847435074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJ7qkFC0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z9DrpiXcTaI/s400/Golconda-Fort-View1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An incredible and wonderful fort... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited this place during my third year tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Located west of Hyderabad, capital of ancient Hyderabad state (c. 1364–1512), it was later one of the five Muslim kingdoms of the Deccan known as Deccan sultanates until it was captured by the Mughal Aurangzeb's forces in 1687.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very famous for its diamond mines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJU6kFCyI/AAAAAAAAACs/oS4tDO2aYs0/s1600-h/Golconda-Fort-View2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932838127504162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJU6kFCyI/AAAAAAAAACs/oS4tDO2aYs0/s400/Golconda-Fort-View2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to a legend, the fort derives its name from Golla Konda, its a Telugu word for Shepherd's Hill. It is believed that a shepherd boy came across an idol on the hill. This led to the construction of a mud fort by the then Kakatiya dynasty ruler of the kingdom around the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was later conquered by the Islamic Bahmani Sultanat. The fort became the capital of a major province in the Sultanate and after its collapse the capital of the Qutb Shahi kings. The fort finally fell into ruins after a siege and its fall to Mughal emperor Aurangazeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJL6kFCxI/AAAAAAAAACk/45x7J7fagZM/s1600-h/Golconda-Fort-View20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932683508681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJL6kFCxI/AAAAAAAAACk/45x7J7fagZM/s400/Golconda-Fort-View20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Golconda consists of four distinct forts with a 10 km long outer wall with 87 semi circular bastions. Still mounted with cannons, eight gateways, four drawbridges and number of royal apartments and halls, temples, mosques, magazines, stables etc, inside. The lowest of these is the outermost enclosure into which&lt;br /&gt;we enter by the "Fateh Darwaza" (Victory gate, so called after Aurangzeb’s triumphant army marched in through this gate) studded with giant iron spikes (to prevent elephants from battering them down) near the south-eastern corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fateh Darwaza can be experienced the fantastic acoustic effects, characteristic of the engineering marvels at Golconda. A hand clap at a certain point below the dome at the entrance reverberates and can be heard clearly at the 'Bala Hisar' pavilion, the highest point almost a kilometre away, this worked as a warning note to the royals in case of an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soldiers Selection:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a weight (dont know its actual weight), which was lifted by four of my&lt;br /&gt;friends together. The guide then said that the soldiers of this fort has to lift it &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;had to walk some distance that too individually. We heard this with openmouthed. That much strength they had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Court:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a place where judgements are given to various punishments. The king will be seated in the top place much above the accused person. The accused person has to stand in a circle, the speciality to stand in that particular circle is that any little bit of noise made by that person can be heard very clearly. This is made to protect the King while he is giving punishments as some person can throw knifes towards the King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tombs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tombs of the Qutb Shahi sultans lie about one kilometer north of Golkonda's outer wall. These structures are made of beautifully carved stonework, and surrounded by landscaped gardens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Subhan-Quli-Qutb-Shah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTI_qkFCwI/AAAAAAAAACc/5fS1HyBAU6s/s1600-h/Tomb+of+Subhan+Quli+Qutb+Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932473055283970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTI_qkFCwI/AAAAAAAAACc/5fS1HyBAU6s/s400/Tomb+of+Subhan+Quli+Qutb+Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Abdullah-Qutb-Shah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTI6KkFCvI/AAAAAAAAACU/acE5K9XBHss/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Abdullah-Qutb-Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932378566003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTI6KkFCvI/AAAAAAAAACU/acE5K9XBHss/s400/Tomb-of-Abdullah-Qutb-Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Ibrahim-Quli-Qutb-Shah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIxqkFCuI/AAAAAAAAACM/N3hwH6Vj26Y/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Ibrahim-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932232537115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIxqkFCuI/AAAAAAAAACM/N3hwH6Vj26Y/s400/Tomb-of-Ibrahim-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Jamsheed-Quli-Qutb-Shah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIrqkFCtI/AAAAAAAAACE/xDsJsh0ZIxo/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Jamsheed-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932129457900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIrqkFCtI/AAAAAAAAACE/xDsJsh0ZIxo/s400/Tomb-of-Jamsheed-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Muhammad-Quli-Qutb-Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIk6kFCsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/itYe1DU8d3g/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Muhammad-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932013493783234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIk6kFCsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/itYe1DU8d3g/s400/Tomb-of-Muhammad-Quli-Qutb-Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Muhammad-Qutb-Shah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIeakFCrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZdPeQWid0tE/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Muhammad-Qutb-Shah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112931901824633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIeakFCrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZdPeQWid0tE/s400/Tomb-of-Muhammad-Qutb-Shah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb-of-Sultan-Quli-Qutb-ul-Mulk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIX6kFCqI/AAAAAAAAABs/HipS8DtQRv4/s1600-h/Tomb-of-Sultan-Quli-Qutb-ul-Mulk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112931790155483810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTIX6kFCqI/AAAAAAAAABs/HipS8DtQRv4/s400/Tomb-of-Sultan-Quli-Qutb-ul-Mulk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-4640070986632285564?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4640070986632285564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=4640070986632285564' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4640070986632285564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/4640070986632285564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/golconda-fort.html' title='Golconda Fort....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RvTJ7qkFC0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z9DrpiXcTaI/s72-c/Golconda-Fort-View1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-46052461383635596</id><published>2007-09-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:21:26.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I befallen to see my brother in Thiruvanmiyur. He is just 1 month old than me. As Iam new to chennai, he took me to the Besant Nagar beach. We talked for an hour as we met after a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, two young girls came to sell sundal (a snack) to us. She immediately told to my brother as "&lt;strong&gt;anna get sundal for annee (brother's wife) by pointing me&lt;/strong&gt;". We told no to them. Then we continued to talk casually. But i felt very bad about this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I cant blame anyone. Bcoz now the situation is like that. If a boy and a girl met in some place, then all were thinking as lover's. They may be good friends, brother-sister (like us)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most embarrassing moment....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-46052461383635596?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/46052461383635596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=46052461383635596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/46052461383635596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/46052461383635596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/embarrassing-moment.html' title='Embarrassing moment...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-180183085490813936</id><published>2007-09-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:06.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Chathurthi Wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ru3gXfCi_rI/AAAAAAAAABU/6TtCFYnS9Hg/s1600-h/Ganesha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987846209175218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ru3gXfCi_rI/AAAAAAAAABU/6TtCFYnS9Hg/s400/Ganesha3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what I used to have in my desktop. "Happy Vinaayaga Chathurthi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa expired. So, I went to my native. Sorry for this belated wishes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-180183085490813936?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/180183085490813936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=180183085490813936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/180183085490813936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/180183085490813936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/belated-chathurthi-wishes.html' title='Belated Chathurthi Wishes...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Ru3gXfCi_rI/AAAAAAAAABU/6TtCFYnS9Hg/s72-c/Ganesha3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7964060907901468620</id><published>2007-09-07T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:07.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Roses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hai friends, this is my 25th post. Thanks for supporting and encouraging me like this. I hope this will continue.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIZU8V5M8I/AAAAAAAAABM/rCvSV6NCC7E/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107672774977598402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIZU8V5M8I/AAAAAAAAABM/rCvSV6NCC7E/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blossoming yields fragrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which alters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;others mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to swing in a good mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;glanced by others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;make them feel happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;proud to be a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for making others joy...&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/6265153612734043882-7964060907901468620?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7964060907901468620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7964060907901468620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7964060907901468620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7964060907901468620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/blooming-roses.html' title='Blooming Roses....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIZU8V5M8I/AAAAAAAAABM/rCvSV6NCC7E/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-6943614826861882871</id><published>2007-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:07.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal to God....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIYG8V5M7I/AAAAAAAAABE/g_wklRZAabE/s1600-h/nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107671434947802034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIYG8V5M7I/AAAAAAAAABE/g_wklRZAabE/s400/nurse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, when I was travelling to my native, I happened to met a person. Her name is Radhika. We didnt got seat. So we travelled by standing. Initially, we both had a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started to talk with me. I came to know that she had completed her nursing course and presently she is working in Meenaakshi Hospital (Chennai). She was so tired and sleepy. Then she told me that for the past 15 days she was in night shift and also sometimes she continued till 1 'o' clock in the afternoon. I felt very sorry for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked about my job timings. I told that I used to be in first shift. She confirmed this innocently. Then we continued our chatting. I think everyone thought that we are very familiar to each other. Then lastly, I told her to have nice weekend and to take rest, take care of her health as she is too weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, night shift is a familiar one. Ya, I accept that everyone is facing many problems due to this. Other than hospitals, many other technical and non-technical companies are having night shifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I feel very proud about those who are working in hospitals, etc. Why bcoz, we are doing it for money. But they are doing it for service and also for money. So, I think they are saving Gods for us....&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/6265153612734043882-6943614826861882871?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6943614826861882871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=6943614826861882871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6943614826861882871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6943614826861882871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/equal-to-god.html' title='Equal to God....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuIYG8V5M7I/AAAAAAAAABE/g_wklRZAabE/s72-c/nurse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5408970137254752060</id><published>2007-09-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:07.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for divorce....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuCsUnV47xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PG3DQQGa_R0/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107271447596298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuCsUnV47xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PG3DQQGa_R0/s400/woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nowadays, divorce has become a fashion. We happen to hear many news about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me, a wife should be one who can adjust well and she can avoid all problems. She can solve any kind of trouble. This suits for the husband too. He should not blindly support anyone. He had to analyse the situation and then he had to support them. He should be able to convince both his parents and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons for divorce are: They dont like their partner, Misunderstanding between them, Not taking care of their spouse parents like their own parents, Due to job, Bcoz of salary, Due to parents as they used to say something wrong about their partner, May be their partner sometimes rude, Lack of manners, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this they are affecting their childrens mentality. Just think about your child, your memories with your partner, how you will be in your future. Iam sure that you can take a right decision after that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main magical word between a very nice couple is "&lt;strong&gt;Mutual understanding&lt;/strong&gt;". Just be open to your partner even when you have done wrong. Say it politely. Sure your partner wont mistake you if he/she loves you truly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i hurt anyone, i apologies....&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/6265153612734043882-5408970137254752060?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5408970137254752060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5408970137254752060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5408970137254752060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5408970137254752060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/reasons-for-divorce.html' title='Reasons for divorce....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RuCsUnV47xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PG3DQQGa_R0/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-6864148335974466459</id><published>2007-09-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:45:28.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of a Child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both.. my parents are showing their affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alternatively...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom.. for five days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad.. in saturdays and sundays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The court has said like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I read this in Tamil. I thought to share with you all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-6864148335974466459?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6864148335974466459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=6864148335974466459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6864148335974466459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/6864148335974466459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/voice-of-child.html' title='Voice of a Child...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7308425848410983154</id><published>2007-08-31T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:07.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother...This is for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtjF6HV47wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OgCGGvHmgiE/s1600-h/MOTHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105047779818401538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtjF6HV47wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OgCGGvHmgiE/s400/MOTHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You carried me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You cared for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You ate healthy foods for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have suffered a lot to give birth to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all your pain&lt;br /&gt;I born well...&lt;br /&gt;With your affection&lt;br /&gt;I started to grow...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I liked&lt;br /&gt;You satisfied me...&lt;br /&gt;You are very strict&lt;br /&gt;When I was careless...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Iam angry&lt;br /&gt;You shed tears for me...&lt;br /&gt;You prayed for me&lt;br /&gt;To become a good girl...&lt;br /&gt;You did'nt slept&lt;br /&gt;By thinking of my future...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Iam confused&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;How many times you got scoldings from father&lt;br /&gt;Just for me...&lt;br /&gt;Its my luck&lt;br /&gt;To get you as my mother...&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;To equalise this mother...&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers, dreams will come true soon...&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Please give long life to our mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mom's b'day. I dedicate this to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wrote this in Tamil. I tried and some how I translated in English. Here is my Tamil one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammaa... Unakkaaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaayae&lt;br /&gt;Ennai un karuvaryeel&lt;br /&gt;Sumarnthaay...&lt;br /&gt;Eththanai paththiyangalai&lt;br /&gt;Kadaipedithiruppaay...&lt;br /&gt;Ennakkaagavae ne parthu parthu&lt;br /&gt;Undaay...&lt;br /&gt;Ennai eendredukka ne eththanai siramam&lt;br /&gt;Metkondriuppaay...&lt;br /&gt;Unathu punniyathaal naan&lt;br /&gt;Piranthean...&lt;br /&gt;Unathu paasathil naan&lt;br /&gt;valarnthean...&lt;br /&gt;Naan virumbiyathai ellaam ne poorthi&lt;br /&gt;Seythaay...&lt;br /&gt;Naan vilayyaattaai erunthapothu ennai&lt;br /&gt;Kandiththaai...&lt;br /&gt;Naan kobappadumpothu ennakkaaga ne kanneer&lt;br /&gt;Vittaay...&lt;br /&gt;Naan nalla gunamullavalaaga maaravendum endru&lt;br /&gt;Prathiththaay...&lt;br /&gt;Naan nandraaga vazha vendum endru yoseeththu&lt;br /&gt;Vizhithrunthaay...&lt;br /&gt;Naan kuzhappathil erunthapothu ennakku nalla thozhiyaaga&lt;br /&gt;Erundhaay...&lt;br /&gt;Ennakkaaga eththanai murai appaavidam thittu vaangi&lt;br /&gt;Eruppaay...&lt;br /&gt;Unathu magalaaga piranthathu en&lt;br /&gt;Baakkiyam...&lt;br /&gt;Unakku enna kaimaaru seyvean&lt;br /&gt;Ammaa...&lt;br /&gt;Unathu venduthal veen pogaathu endru uruthi&lt;br /&gt;Seykerean...&lt;br /&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/6265153612734043882-7308425848410983154?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7308425848410983154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7308425848410983154' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7308425848410983154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7308425848410983154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/motherthis-is-for-you.html' title='Mother...This is for you...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtjF6HV47wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OgCGGvHmgiE/s72-c/MOTHER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7731883063166204792</id><published>2007-08-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:28:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Straightforward....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to be straightforward. I thought this is a good quality. Ya, ofcourse it is. But, this is not suited for our present environment. I had a great lesson bcoz of&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam bold enough to say whether others are doing good or bad, even to my elders. I will say what iam thinking. I just compare their wrong things with me. If so, I will try to change my own fault before telling to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my roommate, she is elder than me. She  is still doing some mistakes and she wont accept it when pointed. She is polite only. I should accept it. By pointing her mistakes, she thought me as a person, who never understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just think before, when you are saying anything negative about a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When any person appreciates our qualities, we used to show more affection to them. At the same time, if they pointed out our negative things, we are very rude to them. This is nature. &lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-7731883063166204792?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7731883063166204792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7731883063166204792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7731883063166204792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7731883063166204792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-straightforward.html' title='Being Straightforward....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-237282720955541406</id><published>2007-08-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:23:02.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you think of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you are smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iam not with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To enjoy it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present&lt;br /&gt;When you are crying&lt;br /&gt;Iam not with you&lt;br /&gt;To give my shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present&lt;br /&gt;When you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Iam not with you&lt;br /&gt;To make you sleep well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;When you think of me&lt;br /&gt;Iam always with you&lt;br /&gt;To make your heart full of my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you think of me...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-237282720955541406?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/237282720955541406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=237282720955541406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/237282720955541406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/237282720955541406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-you-think-of-me.html' title='Will you think of me...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3968401259626674273</id><published>2007-08-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:21:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though its difficult to wake in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iam active afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will get ready soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To catch my bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will sit in the window seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my precious moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will inhale the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;This is pollution free...&lt;br /&gt;I will see the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;What a beauty...&lt;br /&gt;Our bus will go fast&lt;br /&gt;As its traffic free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure many are missing it&lt;br /&gt;Iam enjoying it...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-3968401259626674273?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3968401259626674273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3968401259626674273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3968401259626674273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3968401259626674273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/early-in-morning.html' title='Early in the morning...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2063223196438371710</id><published>2007-08-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:08.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raksha Bandhan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtOFD3V47vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D43z-tm-bD0/s1600-h/bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103569104182767346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtOFD3V47vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D43z-tm-bD0/s400/bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A seven letter magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;A relation in addition to my own siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;An ultimate protector of me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;A friend, wellwisher, guardian,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;Though you are far away from me...your sister's thoughts are always with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;I should thank God for giving you as my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Raksha Bandhan bro... be my anna always...&lt;br /&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/6265153612734043882-2063223196438371710?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2063223196438371710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2063223196438371710' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2063223196438371710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2063223196438371710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/raksha-bandhan.html' title='Raksha Bandhan....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RtOFD3V47vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D43z-tm-bD0/s72-c/bro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-507757830224145593</id><published>2007-08-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:08.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain of Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rs-kOXV47uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lrCor5PtpY/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102477469525012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rs-kOXV47uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lrCor5PtpY/s400/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my buddies told about this&lt;br /&gt;I just thought its a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;But, when I fallen in this&lt;br /&gt;Iam realising it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bold to face anyone&lt;br /&gt;But, when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I was lacked of words...&lt;br /&gt;The way you hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;It showed your gentleness, affection...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Its enough for me to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understood&lt;br /&gt;This is the most joyful feeling...&lt;br /&gt;And also&lt;br /&gt;This is the most painful feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-507757830224145593?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/507757830224145593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=507757830224145593' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/507757830224145593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/507757830224145593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain-of-love.html' title='Pain of Love.....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/Rs-kOXV47uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lrCor5PtpY/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5806282200728198799</id><published>2007-08-23T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:23:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Pity?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was in a bus, when I saw a small boy around 8 to 10 years, who was begging for money. Iam a softhearted girl, I always used to give money to such people. Most of my friends scold me for doing like this. So, this time I was sure not to give money to that boy. Thank God, he didnt came near to me. After that, when my bus started moving, I saw that boy with his mother and sister (I think so..). I was very upset, bcoz his mother was buying something from his money. They seems to be physically well. Why can't she do some work and save her children. This hurts me a lot... No one in the political is taking a right action against this issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper action should be taken to those who are spitting on the way. Immediate&lt;br /&gt;punishments should be given like other places. Then only our India will become a good nation. I don't know when this will happen......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-5806282200728198799?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5806282200728198799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5806282200728198799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5806282200728198799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5806282200728198799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-pity.html' title='What a Pity?....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3591464913758741973</id><published>2007-08-20T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:23:40.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillarai Conductor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As my company is in Thiruvanmiyur, I used to travel from Thiruvanmiyur towards Porur regularly. Two conductors were very familiar to us and they are kind too. Another one was familiar to us, but he was very rude to the passengers. The way he treats was very bad. We dont like him. Whenever he comes, immediately he tells us to keep our change correctly as he had no change with him. If the person is not having change, he immediately stops the bus and ask that person to get down soon. He even uses harsh words. So, we had given a name to him as "&lt;strong&gt;Chillarai Conductor&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See, its the duty of a conductor to bring some required changes when he gets into the bus. Bcoz of him, all were generally scolding the conductors. This hurts the others who are good in their work.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-3591464913758741973?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3591464913758741973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3591464913758741973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3591464913758741973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3591464913758741973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/chillarai-conductor.html' title='Chillarai Conductor....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-5999070674339795288</id><published>2007-08-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:48:11.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodaikanal trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naan 11th standard padichappa, kodaikanal tour poonome. Appa, cycling pogalaamnu plan pannome. En friends ellaam frontla poyetaanga. Naan letaa thaan start pannean (namakku starting troublela....). Cycling pandrappa therinjavanga yaarumae illa. Ithu pathaathukku routa vera vitutaen. Evening&lt;br /&gt;vera aaguthu. Irutta aarambichuduchu. Oru pakkam lake. Innoru pakkam malai marangalaam irukku (enna ippa kekkavaa venum...bayathula verkka aarambichiduchu...kai kaal ellaam othura aarambichiduchu...). Nalla vela en&lt;br /&gt;thambiyum avan friendsum vanthanga. Kodumaye ennanaa avangalukum route theriyala. Apparam vazhiyel opposita ponna orutharkita help ketu avarae engala kuteettu poye vittaaru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year padikkarappa, kodaikanal poonome. Cyclingku enna kupitaanga (naama pattadhu namakku thaanae theriyum....). Naan varalainu sollettaen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends theriyaadha plasukku ponnaa, friendsoda sernthu ponga. Thaneyaa&lt;br /&gt;maatekkaadeenga.....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-5999070674339795288?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5999070674339795288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=5999070674339795288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5999070674339795288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/5999070674339795288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/kodaikanal-trip.html' title='Kodaikanal trip...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1529822020332280889</id><published>2007-08-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:08.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naan romba samarthu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsUg43V47tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GnDz51SnoK8/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099518314367479506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsUg43V47tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GnDz51SnoK8/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Appa enakku oru vayasu irukkum. Naanga bangalore-la apartment-la irunthome. Naan nadakka aarambichathaala en aattam&lt;br /&gt;thaangalayaam (naan romba amaitheenga...). Amma, mathavanga ellaam ground floorla peseekkitu iruppaangalaam. Oru kutty payan&lt;br /&gt;appa thaan mutti pottu nadakka aarambichaanaam. Velayaadittu iruntha naan kudu kudunu ody poye andha payanai orae amukku amukkitu ody vandhuduvenaam (eppadi.. namma amaidhi....). Andha payan paavam, moonji mannula irukkumaam. Eppadi.. samarthu&lt;br /&gt;thaanae.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparam schoola LKG padichappa, enakku rendu palppam kuduppaanga. Naan modal velaya andha palppathai saapiduvean. Pakkathula irukka ponnukita eppadiyaavathu sandai pottu innoru palppam vaanguvean. Adhai vachu ezhuthuvaenu mattum nenaikkaadeenga.... adhaiyum appadiyae saapiduvaen. Ithu eppadi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-1529822020332280889?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1529822020332280889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1529822020332280889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1529822020332280889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1529822020332280889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/naan-romba-samarthu.html' title='Naan romba samarthu....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsUg43V47tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GnDz51SnoK8/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7729910375448864089</id><published>2007-08-16T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:57:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just be careful.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Okkenakkal in our final year tour. After playing in water, we had our boat riding. I can't remember the name of boat (adhanppa... film-la rounda thattu maathiri irukkumae...). Usually iam scared of boat riding (adhuvum intha boat-la.... suththam...). Finally, we agreed to travel in that boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our friends splitted in to 6 to 7 and started to take different boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We around 6 girls took a boat. That boat rider asked us to sit properly. Atlast we started our ride. In the midway of our journey, the water level was very close to&lt;br /&gt;our boat height (konjam shake aanaa kuda thanne ulla vandhudum....erkanavae boat ulla iruntha thanneeyala enga dress eeramaayeduchu....ithu verayaa..). My friend thought to put her fingers in the water as it is so close. Suddenly, that boat rider shouted at her, not to put her fingers in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, ten days before our journey, a group travelled just like us including a kid. When the kid enjoyed himself by waveing his fingers in the water, an unexpected thing happened. A crocodile caught his hand. It was pulling him hardly that the boat seems to have a tilt. Immediately, that boat rider asked his mother to leave his child to the crocodile or everyone will die. After great&lt;br /&gt;difficulty the child has been taken by that crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stunned by hearing this. we are in the midway (emppa... intha nerathulayaa ippadi solrathu... romba kashtamdhaan.... aanaa enakku ippa uyirae illaatha maathiri oru feeling....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace, we reached safely to the land. That was my worst experience. So, friends be careful while you are boating. Okey......&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-7729910375448864089?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7729910375448864089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7729910375448864089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7729910375448864089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7729910375448864089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-be-careful.html' title='Just be careful.....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2645805464265199511</id><published>2007-08-15T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:38:41.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaaliyaana boat driving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naanga 3rd year engineering padichappa, hyderabad, vishakapatnam tour poyerunthome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appa hyderabad-la irunthu arakkunu oru plasukku train-la ponome. Romba nalla&lt;br /&gt;experiensaa irunthathu. Trainla eppadiyo adichu pudichu eretome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konja neram kazhichu upper berthla place kedachithu. moonu naalu per adula&lt;br /&gt;ukkarthirunthom. Adula naanum oruthe. Keel berthla oru couple avanga paappaavoda irunthanga. Engalukku andha kutty ponna thookka aasaya irunthathu. Avangalum allow pannaanga. Konja neram velayaaditruntha.&lt;br /&gt;Apparam azha aarambichuttaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antha couple evvalavo convince panneum azhugai adangala. Engalukku kai kaal ellaam othura aarambichudu. Naanga romba bayanthutome. Anga oru anty irunthanga. Naanga bayanthatha paarthu antha kutty ponna avanga vaangenaanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antha anty andha paappaavoda dressa kazhateenanga. Apparam ava sireekka&lt;br /&gt;aarambicha. Enga ellaarukkum appathaan reason purenjathu. Andha kutty ponnukku dress romba tightta irunthathula kaathe varala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kutty pasangala engeyavadhu koottittu poonaa, dress konjam freyaa irukkara maathiri podunga. (sari sari engeyo poyettean. ippa namma matterukku varean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arakkula caves romba famous. Anga suthittu, oru kutty boat ridingkku koottittu ponaanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan, balaji, kamal, apparam engaloda staff Epsiba mam (avanga engaloda super senior thaan. adhanaala engalukku konjam close) naanga naalu perum oru boatla erenome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan pedaling pannalaamnu frontla ponean. Balaji sonnaan, vena kalai apparam boat nagarathunnu (avan sonnadhum correct dhaan. enakku avvalavu strength ella. irunthaalum oru scenukku dhaan pedal panna nenaichean...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari ponnaa pottamnu sollee nanum kamalum backla ukkarnthome. Enkitta ellaar bagum irunthathu. Mamum balajium pedal pannanga. Balaji enna steering control panna sonnaan. Aanaa kamal adha control pandratha sonnaan. Sareennu vittutaen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evvalavu pedal panneyum enga boat nagaralai. Engalukku onnumae pureyala. Apparam dhaan therinjithu adhu kamaloda velainnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat steeringai oru directionla thiruppeenaa boat opposite directionla thirumbum&lt;br /&gt;(correctunu dhaan nenaikarean....). Enga boat suthamaa nagaralai. Apparam dhaan naanga kavanejom kamal steeringai pudichu auto autonnu aatettrindhadhai. (Avan rendu directionlayum thiruppi thiruppi aatettrindhaan. Adhanaala boattukku enda pakkam thirumbanumnu theriyalai....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparam avana rendu adi adichu, naan dhaan control pannean. Tour mudijeeyum avana adhai vachu thaan kindal pannetrinthom. Konja naal munnaadi naanga meet pannappa ithu thaan neyaabagam vandhuchu... konja neram&lt;br /&gt;sireejutrinthom.....&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-2645805464265199511?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2645805464265199511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2645805464265199511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2645805464265199511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2645805464265199511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/jaaliyaana-boat-driving_3839.html' title='Jaaliyaana boat driving....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-8082167673799924090</id><published>2007-08-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:41:08.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Kids....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsFGswn6dQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ytoPcYKS7a8/s1600-h/School+Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098433987940611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsFGswn6dQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ytoPcYKS7a8/s320/School+Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naangathaan andha rowdee pasangaa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-8082167673799924090?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8082167673799924090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=8082167673799924090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8082167673799924090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/8082167673799924090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-kids.html' title='School Kids....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/RsFGswn6dQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ytoPcYKS7a8/s72-c/School+Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3589024381259695480</id><published>2007-08-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:36:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appavae naanga rowdeenga....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Appa 3-rdo 4-tho padichitu irunthean. Engalukku class teacheraa oru missu&lt;br /&gt;vandhaanga. Avanga peru kuda maranthu pochu (ennaa avangala enakku pudikkalai...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avangalum enga principal maadhri engalai adichukitae iruppaanga. Enga classla&lt;br /&gt;savithaanu oru ponnu irunthaa. Ava annee thaan andha teacher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oru vaatee enna avanga board rub panna sonnaanga. Naanum ozhungaathann rub pannean. Bayethula duster keela vizhuthiduchu. Adukku en kaiya thiruppa sollee muttee mela adichittaanga. kai veengeduchu. Ohhnu azhuthaen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enna poyye utkaara solleetaanga (aanaa naan summaa vedalaye. enga appaa yaaru. avarukita azhuthukitae adichadhai sonnean. avvalavuthaan kekkavaa venum. en appaa schoolukku vanthu andha missa oru vazhi aakeettaarullae. Principal enga appaavukku konjam bayappaduvaan. adukkaparam namma rangae vera illa...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparam naanae venumnae, miss naan board rub pandreannu sonnean. Venaamnu solleduchu (adhukku enna mareyaathai vedikadakku...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ippa adhu matha friendsa adikka aarambichudu.Adhu eppavumae oru ponnukita mattum bottle vaange thannee kudikkum (ithu daily nadakkum...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adha en pudikkaadhunnaa, ponny tail pottuttu varum. Oru penna vaangekkum. Adha vaayela vachu kadikkum. Ithu illaama thalailarndhu paennu eduthu penna kadicha edathula vachu kuthi saagadikkum. Marubadium penna athae edathula kadikkum. Engalukku vaandhi varum. Adhu penna kettaakuda naanga kudukka&lt;br /&gt;maattome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ithukku ellaam mudivu katta nenaichome. Oru friendu loose motion tabletsa vaangeettu vandhaan. Adha naanga adhu thannee kudekkara bottlela mix pannettome. Anneekkunu paarthu adhu thannee kudekkavae ella. Apparam&lt;br /&gt;engaluku orae kashtamaa pochu. Aanaa antha ponnu missukkita, miss thanee kudikka maranthuteenganu sollee bottla kudutha. Adhuvum vaange kuduchiduchu. Engalukku orae santhosham. Apparam adha naanga school&lt;br /&gt;mudiyaravaraikkum paakkala. Enna aachunnu theriyala.... (intha veshayam savithaavukku theriyathu...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naanga romba nalla pasangadhaan..... Thappaa nenaikkadeenga.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-3589024381259695480?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3589024381259695480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3589024381259695480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3589024381259695480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3589024381259695480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/appavae-naanga-rowdeenga.html' title='Appavae naanga rowdeenga....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-2200896066256911727</id><published>2007-08-12T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:52:20.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thappaa bittu adichu... maateekkittean....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Appa naan sixth standard padichittu irunthean. Enga seniors-oda term test attend pannome. Appa naan sareeya padikka maattean (ippa mattum romba ozhungaanu kekkareengalaa... konjam paravaa ellappa..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naanga oru gang. Test-la eppadiyavathu pass pannanumnu en friends copy adichanga. Ennakkum oru answerum theriyathu. Fail aanaa pochu appaakita nallaa odha vizhum (army man vera.. sollavaa venum). Bayem vandhiduchu.&lt;br /&gt;Apparam nannum copy adikkalaamnu thonichu. Ethu thaan ennoda first copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendu correctaa thaan ezhuthuraanu nenaichu naanum copy adichean (aduthaan kodumaiyae... ava ezhuthena answerum thappu... ithu theriyaama naanum pass aagaporamnu nenaichu ezhuthenaen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ippa thaan en pothadha kaalam aarambhichudhu. First copy-la trickku theriyala. Missukita ellarum maatikkittom. Seniors munnaadi orae asingamaa pochu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enga Prinicipal vera sariyana kaattaan. Adikka neram kadaikkumanu paarpaan. Ippa sollavaa venum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ennakku, kai kaal ellaam othura aarambhichiduchu. Appathaan missu sonnanga,&lt;br /&gt;thappaana answerathaan naanga copy adichomnu (ithathaan naama ezhuthenomaa... pochu...). Enga ivanga principal-kita solleeduvangalonu&lt;br /&gt;ennakku orae azhukai. Nalla vela antha missukku azhutha kashtama irukkunu sonnanga. Ithu thaan saakkunu naan ennum ohhnu... azhudhean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparam missu rendu adi adichu, test note-la copy-nu ezhuthi vittutanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ennoda friendsukkum ithey nelamathaan. Rendu moonu naal kalichu, test note sigh vaanga kuduthanga. Fail vera, copy-nu vera irukku. Appaakita nallaa maatikkiteanu nenaichean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veetula antha noteta mattum kadaiseya vachu appaakita neetinaen. Pass-sa fail-lanu kettaru. Appaa, rendu paper-la mattum five marks-la fail aayeteanu sonnean (nallaa vanga poreanu nenaichean...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appaa, nee uruppada maateanu thittee, kanna moodikitu sign pannenaru (ithu evvalavoo paravaa ella..). Last-ta antha year endula, test notes ellaam reusukku thanthanga. Naan antha papera mattum thool thoolla keluchi pottutaen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collegu padikkarappa thaan, inthai appaa kita sonnean. Ivalavu vela panneneyaanu solli seericharu. (En kashtam ennakku thanae theriyum...)&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-2200896066256911727?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2200896066256911727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=2200896066256911727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2200896066256911727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/2200896066256911727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/thappaa-bittu-adichu-maateekkittean.html' title='Thappaa bittu adichu... maateekkittean....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1197528247235629866</id><published>2007-08-12T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:26:56.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pronounce my name?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should thank Kuttipriya for giving such a nice idea of making others happy (try pandren pa). I happened to read her blog regarding her name and its way of pronouncing. Then i remembered, my name is also pronounced differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Iam writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents kept my name as Kalaiselvi becoz of Goddess Kalaivani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people pronounce my name differently, my head is suthefying (adaanppa thali sutharathu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, he is now studying 3rd standard. When he was 2 years old, he used to call me as "&lt;strong&gt;Kalee akka&lt;/strong&gt;" (ennathu kaleeya...). When I was talking to my mama through phone, I will ask him to call his son (kutty paiyen ella, pesa aasaya irukkum). Then he calls his son and says "&lt;strong&gt;un Kali akka line-la irukkaa da&lt;/strong&gt;". Then my cousin says "&lt;strong&gt;Kali akka nallaa irukkeya&lt;/strong&gt;". I was happy to hear his voice but&lt;br /&gt;that "&lt;strong&gt;Kali&lt;/strong&gt;" is disturbing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, now he is talking as "&lt;strong&gt;Kalai akka, samartha irukkanum&lt;/strong&gt;" (enna pandrathu, romba periya manushan solran, ketuthaan aaganum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my school days, some will call me as "&lt;strong&gt;Kalai&lt;/strong&gt;" and some will call me as "&lt;strong&gt;Selvi&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;Kalaiselvi&lt;/strong&gt;" (eethu evvalavoo paravaa ella).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my college life, one lecturer used to call me as "&lt;strong&gt;Kaalai Selvi&lt;/strong&gt;" (ennathu&lt;br /&gt;kaalaiyaa.. naan enna maadaappa) bcoz of the seminaar i took (seerikkadeengappa... nallathaan eduthen, adanaala thaan anda peru).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I heard someone calling me as "&lt;strong&gt;Kolaiselvi&lt;/strong&gt;" (ethu romba... ovaru. naan enna kolaiya panna poren).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romba mosamppa... ennoda appa, amma saamy pera vecha, ippadi pannaa eppadi...&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-1197528247235629866?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1197528247235629866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1197528247235629866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1197528247235629866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1197528247235629866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-pronounce-my-name.html' title='How to pronounce my name?....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-3897072384145126815</id><published>2007-08-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:23:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vijay TV is Amazing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, Vijay TV is doing a very great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months before, though we have many channels, we used to stick to Sun TV (especially for the serials). Now things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having many programs like Airtel Super Singer Senior, Grand Master, Kalakka Povathu Yaru, Jodi No.1, Jodi No.1 Challenge, Airtel Super Singer Junior, now Jodi No.1 Season 2..., it obviously attracted many people towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that Iam against Sun TV and other channels. With this tough competition, Vijay TV is doing its level best. We have to appreciate it. Hats off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By exposing many talents, it created an eager expectations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Work Vijay TV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-3897072384145126815?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3897072384145126815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=3897072384145126815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3897072384145126815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/3897072384145126815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/vijay-tv-is-amazing.html' title='Vijay TV is Amazing....'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-1037456988917092692</id><published>2007-08-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:36:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Humanityy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was travelling in bus from Thiruvanmiyur to Butt Road, I happened to see a lady who got into the bus in Madhya Kailaash stopping. She was not that much fair, but seems to be homely. I can't stop glancing her, becoz she is pregnant. I guessed that she is nearly 8 to 9 months. The bus is not that much crowd. Conductor told her to take an empty seat which is in the back. But the lady told that she can't sit in the back. That was clear, its dangerous to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the middle of the bus. She was far away from me. What made me sad is, those who are sitting in the womens seat near to her are young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious that they are physically well and they are chatting. No one thought to give her a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty and I asked the person in front of me to call her. Then I gave my seat to her. I thought to stand but luckily I got a seat that too next to her. She told me that in her previous journey, no one helped her and she travelled by standing all the way. This made me shame. I just told her to avoid travelling and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ladies? See.. She is not pretending. I don't know where the kindness with you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam not blaming males. How can I blame them when ladies are simply sitting? Think......&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-1037456988917092692?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1037456988917092692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=1037456988917092692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1037456988917092692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/1037456988917092692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-humanityy.html' title='What a Humanityy...'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7169363533461828877</id><published>2007-08-08T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:58:39.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Bantha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Janu: eppavumae simplaa irukkanumnu nenaippaa. Eravathu romba overa pannaa, manasukkul avangalukku reply pannuvaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: onenummae ellaynaalum romba scene poddrava. ammani periya rani ella. verum local middle class thaan. aanaa puthusaa paakkaravanga evanga romba richnu nenaippanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: vera vazhi ellaama rose solrathukku ellaam thalaiyatikitu ava frienda iruppava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eevanga moonu perum oru thuni kadaieela meet pannaa eppadi irukkum....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janu: (already dress select pannittu irukkaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: enna Lily ippadi locala irukkara kadaikku kootittu vanthirukka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadaikkaran: GGrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: ella Rose eenga collections nallaa irukkum. aathaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janu: (romba panakkaaranga polirukku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: naan nenaikkaren unna maathri local classukku intha kadai thaan correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: hehehe (vera vazhi ellaama..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janu: (adippaavee unna ippadi insul panraa, pathil pesaama hehenu palla kaaturae..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: (Kadaikarena paarthu) inthaappa.. nalla sareessa eduthu podu. costlya irunthaa podu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadaikkaran: sareemma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: hey Rose, intha saree nalla irukku ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: enna unnakku tastae ella. intha design ellaam pinjeevandurum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadaikkaran: onenum aagaadhumma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: ellaam ennakku therium. vera kaattu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janu: (ethu romba ovaruu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kadaikaran neeraya collections eduthu kaatrar. aanaa Rose ellaathulaeum thappu solra. kadaiseeya rendu perum sarees eduthuttanga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: enn rangukku ethu romba simple pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: design nallaa thaanae irukku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rose, Lily rendu perum bill kaata counterukku varaanga. Jaanuvum counterla ava dressukku bill katta varaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: hey Lily, purse ellappaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: enna solra nee. nallaa maatikettom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: (counterla) hehehe... sorry, money eduthuttu vara maranthetean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadaikaran: GGrrr... yemma, ithukku thaan evvlo aaduneyaa.. sareeyana saavu grakkee.. thuneeya vacheettu pommaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janu: (nalla paadam. ennemae adanguvaanu nenaikkaren..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rose avaloda mistakae unnarraa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends... naama evvalavu high positionnukku ponaalum, eppavum simplaa irukkanum. okkey&lt;/span&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/6265153612734043882-7169363533461828877?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7169363533461828877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7169363533461828877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7169363533461828877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7169363533461828877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/over-bantha.html' title='Over Bantha..'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7851688511283404100</id><published>2007-08-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:02:49.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Translations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about the English movies, which are translated in Tamil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently i happened to see the Mummy movie in Tamil. I had already watched it in English. It was very serious not knowing what is going to happen in the end. But when i saw it in Tamil, i can't stop laughing. The reason is the way they translated it. The actress is saying "&lt;strong&gt;Paatheengala naan eppadi kandu pudichennu&lt;/strong&gt;". Actually, the Mummy and its slaves are coming to grab them. Not knowing that she is saying like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another one is Jackie's Shanghai Noon and Shanghai Knights. In this movie Owen Wilson and Jackie are becoming friends. Owen is actually a thief, who steals many things especially in trains. In Tamil, he is a pakka local thief using words like "&lt;strong&gt;eeppa eennaa solra nee&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;eennaa appaala vareeya&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;eennaa summa kooveganae irukka&lt;/strong&gt;" and many more. This is really funny to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you got a chance to watch it in Tamil, don't miss it. Enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-7851688511283404100?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7851688511283404100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7851688511283404100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7851688511283404100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7851688511283404100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-translations.html' title='Funny Translations'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265153612734043882.post-7033112681576108385</id><published>2007-08-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:45:08.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Painful Argument</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I and my roommates had an argument about gods and goddesses. Ours is a four members room. Of these three of them are hindus and one elder akka is a christian. We used to have great respect on her. Whenever we start discuss interestingly about our gods, goddesses, prayers, fastings, etc., she often interrupts and says that hindu gods and goddesses had a very luxury life, they had many powers, etc. She immediately starts to tell us about Jesus and his simplicity life. She often dominates us. Though we have lots of points to argue with her, we used to maintain silence. The reason beyond this are, she is elder than us, we dont want to hurt her and ofcourse we have great respect on Jesus and Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to my thought, God is one. We people, used to have different names to pray according to our wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To me Jesus, Allah, Ganesh, etc., are all equal.This is not to hurt anyone, just to make you all think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265153612734043882-7033112681576108385?l=kalaisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7033112681576108385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265153612734043882&amp;postID=7033112681576108385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7033112681576108385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265153612734043882/posts/default/7033112681576108385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalaisblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/painful-argument.html' title='A Painful Argument'/><author><name>kalai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364382857855011380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYQA1HiQXtQ/S8-RWrZ0SJI/AAAAAAAAATE/PFUoYbR2sC0/S220/ganesha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
