tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199179252024-03-13T15:49:16.786+05:30Prabhakaran's WeblogPrabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-39397640310173177002010-05-06T15:17:00.001+05:302010-05-06T15:18:36.919+05:30SCRUM in Under 10 Minutes (HD) by @hamids<object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Q5k7a9YEoUI/hqdefault.jpg");" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5k7a9YEoUI&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5k7a9YEoUI&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-68265210259160913132008-06-24T15:57:00.004+05:302009-01-05T14:43:00.330+05:30Hans Rosling: Debunking third-world myths with the best stats you've ever seenYou've never seen data presented like this. With the drama and urgency of a sportscaster, statistics guru Hans Rosling debunks myths about the so-called "developing world" in TED.<br /><br /><!--cut and paste--><object width="334" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/HansRosling_2006-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/HansRosling-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=320&vh=240&ap=0&ti=92" /><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="334" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/HansRosling_2006-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/HansRosling-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=320&vh=240&ap=0&ti=92"></embed></object>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-2808147731511658492008-04-30T13:05:00.002+05:302008-04-30T13:10:09.946+05:30Elevator StoryThere is a classic case in which the tenants of a large office building complained about the increasingly poor elevator service. A consulting firm specializing in elevator-related problems was employed to deal with the situation. It first established that average waiting time for elevators was too long. It then evaluated the possibilities of adding elevators, replacing existing elevators with faster ones, and introducing computer controls to improve utilization of elevators. For various reasons, none of these turned out to be satisfactory. The engineers declared the problem to be unsolvable.<br /><br />When exposed to the problem, a young psychologist employed in the building's personnel department made a simple suggestion that dissolved the problem. Unlike the engineers who saw the service as too slow, he saw the problem as one deriving from the boredom of those waiting for an elevator. So he decided they should be given something to do. He suggested putting mirrors in the elevator lobbies to occupy those waiting by enabling them to look at themselves and others without appearing to do so. The mirrors were put up and complaints stopped. In fact, some of the previously complaining tenants congratulated management on improvement of the elevator service.<br /><br /> Ackoff, R. L., 1999<br /><br /> Re-creating the Corporation<br /> Oxford Univ. Press, NY p15-16Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-88600320409044111692008-04-19T11:58:00.000+05:302008-04-19T11:59:10.979+05:30How to use the Firefox like a Pro?<span style="font-size:85%;">I have consolidated some of the shortcuts to use the Firefox like a Pro.<br /><br /></span><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + T</span><br />Opens a New Tab.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + R</span><br />Reloads Current Tab.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ALT + Home</span><br />Loads your Home/Start Page.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + TAB</span><br />Changes to Next Tab.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + SHIFT + TAB</span><br />Changes to Previous Tab.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + Z</span><br />Undo.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + SHIFT + Z</span><br />Redo.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ESC</span><br />Stop.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + Click a Link</span><br />Opens in a New Tab.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + ENTER</span><br />Auto Complete URL to .com</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SHIFT + ENTER</span><br />Auto Complete URL to .net</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + SHIFT + ENTER</span><br />Auto Complete URL to .org</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + SHIFT + T</span><br />Restore Last Closed Tab</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ALT +</span><br /><click>download the linked file</click><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SHIFT +</span><br /><click>opens the link in a new window<br /><br /></click> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">F5</span><br />reload the current tab<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + F5</span><br />reload the current tab and override the catch<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> CTRL +</span><br /><number>change to the tab with this number</number><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Space</span><br />scroll down<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> CTRL + F4</span><br />close the current tab<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ALT + F4</span><br />close the window<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + N</span><br />open an new firefox window<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CTRL + S</span><br />download the current webside</span><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-5791985369805911882008-04-19T11:39:00.003+05:302008-04-19T11:52:42.845+05:30How to deselect all the selection in a select ( combo ) box?In a HTML page sometimes we may have to deslect all the selection in a select control of html. but as a user we can't do anything. But using Javascript programatically we can achieve this. Here is the sample code in Javascript. <br /><br /><br />function clearSelect( selectObj ){<br /> for (var i = 0; i < selectObj .options.length; i++) {<br /> selectObj .options[i].selected = false;<br /> }<br />}<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">note: </span>we need to pass the select object as a parameter to this function.<br /><br />the alternative to this code is<br />function clearSelect( selectObj ){<br /> selectObj.selectedIndex = -1;<br />}Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-15453867636173522332008-04-18T16:06:00.001+05:302008-04-18T16:11:15.179+05:30Bug Fixing<span id="dnn_ctr661_MainView_ViewEntry_lblEntry" class="Normal"><div class="caption"> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The huge printing presses of a major Chicago newspaper began malfunctioning on the Saturday before Christmas, putting all the revenue for advertising that was to appear in the Sunday paper in jeopardy. None of the technicians could track down the problem. Finally, a frantic call was made to the retired printer who had worked with these presses for over 40 years. "We'll pay anything; just come in and fix them," he was told. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">When he arrived, he walked around for a few minutes, surveying the presses; then he approached one of the control panels and opened it. He removed a dime from his pocket, turned a screw 1/4 of a turn, and said, "The presses will now work correctly." After being profusely thanked, he was told to submit a bill for his work. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The bill arrived a few days later, for $10,000.00! Not wanting to pay such a huge amount for so little work, the printer was told to please itemize his charges, with the hope that he would reduce the amount once he had to identify his services. The revised bill arrived: $1.00 for turning the screw; $9,999.00 for knowing which screw to turn. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"><strong>Commentary: most debugging problems are fixed easily; identifying the location of the problem is hard.</strong></span> </span></p></div></span>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-80925210462024970962008-04-16T12:53:00.002+05:302008-04-16T13:03:34.074+05:30Vanilla Ice Cream that puzzled Automobile company<p><span><span>This is a real story that happened between the customer of automobile company and its Customer-Care Executive. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Pls read on.....</span></span><span> </span></p> <p><span> </span></p> <p><span><span>A complaint was received by an automobile company: 'This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night, but the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new car since then my trips to the store have created a problem.....</span></span><span> </span></p> <p><span><span>You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds "What is there about the car that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?" </span></span></p> <p><span> </span></p> <p><span><span>The company was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start. The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: He jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor. </span></span></p> <p><span> </span></p> <p><span><span>Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Eureka</st1:place></st1:city> - Time was now the problem - not the vanilla ice cream!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer: "vapor lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapor lock to dissipate. </span></span></p> <p><span> </span></p> <p><span><span>Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution, with cool thinking. We shouldn’t' just say it is "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a sincere effort.... </span></span></p> <p><span><strong><em><span>"WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS OUR ATTITUDE AND OUR PERCEPTION"</span> </em></strong></span></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-41387165747828124802008-04-09T14:41:00.002+05:302008-04-09T14:48:15.932+05:30The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch<a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07122710482362685 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgyuYHXqlO4&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1&hl=en"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07122710482362685 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgyuYHXqlO4&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1&hl=en"></a><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgyuYHXqlO4&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgyuYHXqlO4&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />This man is so inspirational... Highly motivating<br /><br />Thanks to Rajesh paruchuri for sharing it with me.Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-18282797496494795972008-03-18T16:42:00.003+05:302008-12-11T14:40:37.401+05:30The essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoskuZDcEDr3qynNY8VL7u9UKGEepW2REuA9LZLiP8p5DwcYoRPrWSiSpLpvuAIjADXc53zCVKcNPXIzV-0cUkqGin4U8J-fmd_XXiHtoAdFvEQs2PoScTbN8B8ZxGS1Ab8X3A/s1600-h/father_daughter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoskuZDcEDr3qynNY8VL7u9UKGEepW2REuA9LZLiP8p5DwcYoRPrWSiSpLpvuAIjADXc53zCVKcNPXIzV-0cUkqGin4U8J-fmd_XXiHtoAdFvEQs2PoScTbN8B8ZxGS1Ab8X3A/s400/father_daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179038672108049010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" >Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.</span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo face="Verdana" size="10pt" color="navy" style="">The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo face="Verdana" size="10pt" color="navy" style="">'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;">The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'<br />'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"><br />'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><br /></span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br />'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,</span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;">chances are that I may let your hand go.</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;">But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,</ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;">you will never let my hand go.' </ffo></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><br /><br /></span></ffo></span><b><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;">In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.</ffo></span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" ><ffo style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:navy;" > </span></ffo></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;" ><br /><ffo style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"><br />So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...<br />This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.</ffo></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-37810021327198736572008-03-18T16:23:00.003+05:302008-12-11T14:40:37.572+05:30Who is poor?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkucGrCA3yNs5VufG09ahrXLmzkfubbT8EpMjUvJvI2x8znsrMBUrQRYe5CgCVe8NDtOX_rSqjAiKvwT3SwEAv6A49ig_HsyMr8H8DRqbZWyRNTn_jbeMydxCacx-JyfhyP09K/s1600-h/FatherSon_Full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkucGrCA3yNs5VufG09ahrXLmzkfubbT8EpMjUvJvI2x8znsrMBUrQRYe5CgCVe8NDtOX_rSqjAiKvwT3SwEAv6A49ig_HsyMr8H8DRqbZWyRNTn_jbeMydxCacx-JyfhyP09K/s400/FatherSon_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179033427952980578" border="0" /></a><br />One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.<br /><br />They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.<br /><br />On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"<br />"It was great, Dad."<br />"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.<br />"Oh yeah," said the son.<br />"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.<br />The son answered:<br />"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.<br />We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.<br />We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.<br />Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.<br />We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.<br />We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.<br />We buy our food, but they grow theirs.<br />We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."<br />The boy's father was speechless.<br />Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me <span style="font-weight: bold;">how poor we are</span>."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Appreciate every single thing you have!</span>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-16058276901895065672008-03-18T15:23:00.002+05:302008-12-11T14:40:37.899+05:30You reap what you sow!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohfCVDJ3VMES_e5ng_Y0m2DtWdy7r1vCY5NM3Uh6hUIwVoKkd6UwgnYWL0ujXFmQiS6ADsSj_0F7mJSepAVTpmIiiF0Z5WYQdsyTtXI9mTSrHGn58_fb0FismBJn97eC332Xe/s1600-h/GrandfatherSon.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohfCVDJ3VMES_e5ng_Y0m2DtWdy7r1vCY5NM3Uh6hUIwVoKkd6UwgnYWL0ujXFmQiS6ADsSj_0F7mJSepAVTpmIiiF0Z5WYQdsyTtXI9mTSrHGn58_fb0FismBJn97eC332Xe/s400/GrandfatherSon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179032255426908754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;" class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">A boy was talking with his grandfather.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">“What do you think about the world situation?” he asked.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">The grandfather replied, “I feel like wolves are fighting in my heart. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">One is full of anger and hatred; the other is full of love, forgiveness, and peace.”</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">“Which one will win?” asked the boy.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">To which the grandfather replied, “The one I feed.” </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;">(Origin Unknown)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:11;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:11;" > <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This simple story provides the essence of a life-changing law of the universe…</span><em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You become what you think about</em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. The words are almost too simple to “feel important.” However, if you “get it,” if you truly understand their meaning, you can forever harness the power of a positive attitude.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Simply stated…if we choose to think positive thoughts, we’ll get positive results; if we think negative thoughts, we’ll get negative results. Pretend for a moment that every thought is a seed you sow in your fertile mind. Therefore, as I once heard someone say, “If you plant crabapple, don’t expect to harvest Golden Delicious.” You will reap the fruit of the thoughts you sow.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:11;" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p></div>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-31612257286684084632008-03-04T10:39:00.001+05:302008-03-04T10:40:30.443+05:30How to call mail client on click of a button using javascript?There are situations mail id from a text box needs to be populated in the outlook or any other mail client by calling mailto: <br /><br />Here is the one way to do it.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><html></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <head></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <script></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">function sendMail(){</span></span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> var mailToId = document.forms[0].mailId.value;</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> var mailto_link = 'mailto:'+mailToId;</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> win = window.open(mailto_link,'tempWindow'); </span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> if (win && win.open &&!win.closed) win.close();</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> }</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> </script></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <head></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <body></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <form name= "mailForm" ></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <input type = "text" value="< Mail Id >" name="mailId"></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <input type = "button" value="Send Mail "onclick= "sendMail()" ></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> </form></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> </body></span><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"></html><br /><br />Here is the link which talks about mailto syntax : <a href="http://www.ianr.unl.edu/internet/mailto.html">http://www.ianr.unl.edu/internet/mailto.html</a><br /><br /></span><br /> <p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-19697212119240939752008-02-26T23:51:00.003+05:302008-12-11T14:40:38.068+05:30THE SUCCESS OF MARRIAGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuDbmzqlEXWS5LE-i7d1ogDNQGGD7iqxA330TUPbaiPqtzzjYqaA4Wn2ys1t7cHYCkpO1DvNeGP_WQOh6dim2hy1zwI55K18UkpMeoY0UNEGCuUfxiWmmjlqaaygI_OOTbHl5/s1600-h/ist2_4493390_gingerbread_couple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuDbmzqlEXWS5LE-i7d1ogDNQGGD7iqxA330TUPbaiPqtzzjYqaA4Wn2ys1t7cHYCkpO1DvNeGP_WQOh6dim2hy1zwI55K18UkpMeoY0UNEGCuUfxiWmmjlqaaygI_OOTbHl5/s400/ist2_4493390_gingerbread_couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171357329330417330" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Once upon a time a married couple celebrated their 25th marriage anniversary. They had become famous in the city for not having a single conflict in their period of 25 years. Local newspaper editors had gathered at the occasion to find out the secret of their well known "happy going marriage".</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />Editor: Sir . It's amazingly unbelievable. How did you make this possible? "</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Husband recalling his old honeymoon days said: " We had been to Shimla for honeymoon after marriage. Having selected the horse riding finally, we both started the ride on different horses. My horse was pretty okay but the horse on which my wife was riding seemed to be a crazy one.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />On the way ahead, that horse jumped suddenly, making my wife topple over. Recovering her position from the ground, she patted the horse's back and said "This is your first time".<br />She again climbed the horse and continued with the ride. After a while, it happened again. This time she again kept calm and said "This is your second time" and continued.<br />When the horse dropped her third time, she silently took out the revolver from the purse and shot the horse dead!!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I shouted at my wife: "What did you do you psycho. You killed the poor animal Are you crazy?"<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >She gave a silent look and said: "This is your first time!!!"</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Husband: "That's it. We are happy ever after!!! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4493390/2/istockphoto_4493390_gingerbread_couple.jpg">image from</a><br /></span></span><p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px;">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-71823514169859051932008-02-25T23:37:00.005+05:302008-12-11T14:40:38.375+05:30Two small stories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxjmIBKDpK-qgmqleCUs3BMPHo03GU7tKIyg8SFkzQ32F5Ez_MqKP79U2wP9M04DqX_FKkIvbu1nSV6xitsZ5Ye-dwsFlOLnb-jjhLIAdRduvsWf7NIgzCCiElDkSXm7x9f5n/s1600-h/boss+logo+on+white.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxjmIBKDpK-qgmqleCUs3BMPHo03GU7tKIyg8SFkzQ32F5Ez_MqKP79U2wP9M04DqX_FKkIvbu1nSV6xitsZ5Ye-dwsFlOLnb-jjhLIAdRduvsWf7NIgzCCiElDkSXm7x9f5n/s400/boss+logo+on+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170983680060567202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">I will give each of you just one wish</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">Me first! Me first!</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> says the admin clerk. </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Poof! She is gone. </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">Me next! Me next!</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> says the sales rep. </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Poof! He is gone. </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">OK, you are up,</strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the Genie says to the manager. The manager says: </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;">I want those two back in the office after lunch.<br /><br /></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moral of the story:</span> Always let your boss have the first say.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moral of the story:</span><br />1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy<br />2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend<br />3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut</span>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-52651644066514788022008-02-18T15:37:00.004+05:302008-12-11T14:40:38.511+05:30Shay, The Hero!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdiYSLW0YC9myfZ_nGLOxTh4QAsjUiDySeFRUVmXF9e9qgB-AOpIZYdqmq6du-TFUUIxnp9nG0i4M0uE9FsLgTHTXU71BYgO7Xr1tGkqAWnYSmLN58-BGCusO0GcPb29KA9xw/s1600-h/affection.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdiYSLW0YC9myfZ_nGLOxTh4QAsjUiDySeFRUVmXF9e9qgB-AOpIZYdqmq6du-TFUUIxnp9nG0i4M0uE9FsLgTHTXU71BYgO7Xr1tGkqAWnYSmLN58-BGCusO0GcPb29KA9xw/s400/affection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168266000849317506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I got this touching story through mail from my friend <a href="http://mystupidities.blogspot.com/">Ganesh</a>. I thought to share the story with others...</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'<br /><br />The audience was stilled by the query.<br /><br />The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'<br /><br />Then he told the following story:<br /><br />Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.<br /><br />Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'<br /><br />Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.<br /><br />At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.<br /><br />However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.<br /><br />The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.<br /><br />Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.<br /><br />Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ..... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.<br /><br />All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'<br /><br />Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'<br /><br />As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.<br /><br />'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.<br /><br />Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px;">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-83372005408649085432008-02-17T22:57:00.002+05:302008-02-17T23:05:16.030+05:30Funny CommercialFunny Commercial - Internet Bandwidth<br /> <object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" height="400" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.metatube.com/flvplayer2.swf?id=4001&video=video_1176168973.flv&site=http://www.metatube.com/&pic=pic_1176168973.jpg"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.metatube.com/flvplayer2.swf?id=4001&video=video_1176168973.flv&site=http://www.metatube.com/&pic=pic_1176168973.jpg" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:11;"><a href="http://www.metatube.com/play/4001/Hilarious-shetland-pony-commercial.html"></a></span><p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px;">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-43937345397847288702008-02-16T23:08:00.001+05:302008-02-16T23:18:44.577+05:30Aircraft Engineers<img src="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_on_4_25_2005_23_33_25/aircraft%20engine%20jet.jpg6c2973a0-8ff2-4c83-9c9b-38aac5e52e8cLarge.jpg" style="margin: 10px 10px 0pt 0pt; float: left; width: 124px; height: 124px;" title="aircraft" alt="" /> After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems; document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. <br /> <br />Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS ' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers. By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident. <br /> <p>P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. <br />S: Almost replaced left inside main tire. <br /> <br />P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. <br />S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft. <br /> <br />P: Something loose in cockpit <br />S: Something tightened in cockpit <br /> <br />P: Dead bugs on windshield. <br />S: Live bugs on back-order. <br /> <br />P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent <br />S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground. <br /> <br />P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. <br />S: Evidence removed. <br /> <br />P: DME volume unbelievably loud. <br />S: DME volume set to more believable level. <br /> <br />P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. <br />S: That's what friction locks are for. <br /> <br />P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode. <br />S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode. <br /> <br />P: Suspected crack in windshield. <br />S: Suspect you're right <br /> <br />P: Number 3 engine missing. <br />S: Engine found on right wing after brief search. <br /> <br />P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!) <br />S: Aircraft warned to: straighten up, fly right, and be serious. <br /> <br />P: Target radar hums. <br />S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics. <br /> <br />P: Mouse in cockpit. <br />S: Cat installed. <br /> <br />P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. <br />S: Took hammer away from midget. <br /></p><p>Found <a href="http://bbcboards.zeroforum.com/zerothread?id=224476">Here</a></p><p><a href="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_on_4_25_2005_23_33_25/aircraft%20engine%20jet.jpg6c2973a0-8ff2-4c83-9c9b-38aac5e52e8cLarge.jpg">Image Courtesy</a><br /></p> <p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-24941204785445513972008-02-14T07:43:00.003+05:302008-12-11T14:40:38.667+05:30Working for google can be mind blogging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtllqQIX_uaSivYaEScxjkq7KOKdddXW7cOD83lzTbtdq4XRx1eCjLuyLxIK9GqXPee9UE5sxS1DEQ3SiQh6ZwC3UN6kR4kbzkt0oViJj88tsCWPkbG86IlwQX13drijSgyDa/s1600-h/question-mark.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtllqQIX_uaSivYaEScxjkq7KOKdddXW7cOD83lzTbtdq4XRx1eCjLuyLxIK9GqXPee9UE5sxS1DEQ3SiQh6ZwC3UN6kR4kbzkt0oViJj88tsCWPkbG86IlwQX13drijSgyDa/s400/question-mark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277824894283410" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;" >Here are some interesting questions that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;" >Google</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;" > asks you when you try a position in </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;" >Google</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;" >. I am not sure how legitimate they are, but here are a few for your amusement<br /><br /></span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>1. </strong>How many golf balls can fit in a school bus?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>2.</strong> You are shrunk to the height of a nickel and your mass is proportionally reduced so as to maintain your original density. You are then thrown into an empty glass blender. The blades will start moving in 60 seconds. What do you do?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>3.</strong> How much should you charge to wash all the windows in Seattle?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>4.</strong> How would you find out if a machine’s stack grows up or down in memory?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>5.</strong> Explain a database in three sentences to your eight-year-old nephew.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>6.</strong> How many times a day does a clock’s hands overlap?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>7.</strong> You have to get from point A to point B. You don’t know if you can get there. What would you do?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>8.</strong> Imagine you have a closet full of shirts. It’s very hard to find a shirt. So what can you do to organize your shirts for easy retrieval?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>9.</strong> Every man in a village of 100 married couples has cheated on his wife. Every wife in the village instantly knows when a man other than her husband has cheated, but does not know when her own husband has. The village has a law that does not allow for adultery. Any wife who can prove that her husband is unfaithful must kill him that very day. The women of the village would never disobey this law. One day, the queen of the village visits and announces that at least one husband has been unfaithful. What happens?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>10.</strong> In a country in which people only want boys, every family continues to have children until they have a boy. if they have a girl, they have another child. if they have a boy, they stop. what is the proportion of boys to girls in the country?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>11.</strong> If the probability of observing a car in 30 minutes on a highway is 0.95, what is the probability of observing a car in 10 minutes (assuming constant default probability)?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>12.</strong> If you look at a clock and the time is 3:15, what is the angle between the hour and the minute hands? (The answer to this is not zero!)</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>13.</strong> Four people need to cross a rickety rope bridge to get back to their camp at night. Unfortunately, they only have one flashlight and it only has enough light left for seventeen minutes. The bridge is too dangerous to cross without a flashlight, and it's only strong enough to support two people at any given time. Each of the campers walks at a different speed. One can cross the bridge in 1 minute, another in 2 minutes, the third in 5 minutes, and the slow poke takes 10 minutes to cross. How do the campers make it across in 17 minutes?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>14.</strong> You are at a party with a friend and 10 people are present including you and the friend. your friend makes you a wager that for every person you find that has the same birthday as you, you get $1; for every person he finds that does not have the same birthday as you, he gets $2. would you accept the wager?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>15.</strong> How many piano tuners are there in the entire world?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>16.</strong> You have eight balls all of the same size. 7 of them weigh the same, and one of them weighs slightly more. How can you find the ball that is heavier by using a balance and only two weighings?</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><strong>17.</strong> You have five pirates, ranked from 5 to 1 in descending order. The top pirate has the right to propose how 100 gold coins should be divided among them. But the others get to vote on his plan, and if fewer than half agree with him, he gets killed. How should he allocate the gold in order to maximize his share but live to enjoy it? (Hint: One pirate ends up with 98 percent of the gold.)</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Do you still think you have what it takes to work for Google?</p><a style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://tihomir.org/crazy-questions-at-google-job-interview/">questions courtesy</a> if you know the answer please post it? :-) <p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px;">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-29624241320188382402008-02-11T12:15:00.001+05:302008-02-11T12:15:01.924+05:30Flock New browser to the social network<font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Last week I have read about a browser called <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Flock </span>in a regional NEWS paper. I thought, one more browser what a big deal. Then I thought why don't to give a try. Then I downloaded the browser and installed and tried. </span><br style="font-family: Arial;" /><br style="font-family: Arial;" /><span style="font-family: Arial;">It has lot of cool features:</span><br style="font-family: Arial;" /></font><ul style="font-family: Arial;"><li><font size="3">blog publishing tool to the all popular blog sites</font></li><li><font size="3">publish photos directly to your flickr</font></li><li><font size="3">you can view photos of flickr in a media bar</font></li><li><font size="3">based on firefox <br /></font></li></ul><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">These are all the cool features that I like in the browser. I have yet check about the security and other features. These are my initial thoughts.<br /><br />This Blog I have published using Flock<br /></span></font><br /><br /> <p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-34033693032085123482007-11-27T14:02:00.000+05:302008-12-11T14:40:38.740+05:30Keep Smiling<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qK-yX87wRYJ2k-bdpMA0pi0sBKZ50nJXj-mIyg8f7pFkmELASKZL32VYQRkqDB6latmkkymmTz0mVfUXbkKw2a0N4dCLnblWXSWMtX8BiKTmw92M2wcReV7Oi11Wth0F1c3G/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qK-yX87wRYJ2k-bdpMA0pi0sBKZ50nJXj-mIyg8f7pFkmELASKZL32VYQRkqDB6latmkkymmTz0mVfUXbkKw2a0N4dCLnblWXSWMtX8BiKTmw92M2wcReV7Oi11Wth0F1c3G/s400/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137435931879145906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the picture, just look at their condition.. no place to sleep, still they have</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">made some space for d cat n d dog... water poring from the roof but still</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">each 1 of them have a peaceful smile on their face.. Simply amazing!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Keep Smiling Always.</span></span><br /></div>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-26771401770354471832007-09-25T13:50:00.000+05:302007-09-25T14:04:15.444+05:30He played his Best!!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >The story of Robby</span><br />He was a young boy who lived with his elderly mother.<br />His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano<br />because she longed to hear her son play for her.<br /><br />She sent her son to a piano teacher who took Robby in under her guidance.<br />However, there was one small problem because Robby<br />was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow in learning.<br />The teacher did not have much faith in the boy because of<br />his weakness. The mother was very enthusiastic and every<br />week she would send Robby to the teacher.<br /><br />One day Robby stopped attending the piano lessons.<br />The teacher thought that he had given up and in fact<br />she was quite pleased since she did not give much hope<br />to Robby.<br /><br />Not long after, the piano teacher was given the task to<br />organize a piano concert in town.<br /><br />She sent out circulars to invite the students and public to<br />attend the event. Suddenly, she received a call from Robby<br />who offered to take part in the concert. The teacher told<br />Robby that he was not good enough and that he was no<br />longer a student since he had stopped coming for lessons.<br />Robby begged her to give him a chance and promised that he<br />would not let her down.<br /><br />Finally, she gave in and she put him to play last,hoping that<br />he will change his mind at the last minute. When the big day<br />came, the hall was packed and the children gave their best<br />performance. Finally, it was Robby’s turn to play and as his<br />name was announced, he walked in.<br /><br />He was not in proper attire and his hair was not properly<br />groomed. The teacher was really nervous since Robby’s<br />performance could spoil the whole evening’s brilliant<br />performance. As Robby started playing the crowd became<br />silent and was amazed at the skill of this little boy. In fact,<br />he gave the best performance of the evening.<br /><br />At the end of his presentation the crowd and the<br />piano teacher gave him a standing ovation.The<br />crowd asked Robby how he managed to play so<br />brilliantly.<br /><br />With a microphone in front of him, he said, “I was not<br />able to attend the weekly piano lessons as there was no<br />one to send me because my mother was sick with cancer.<br />She just passed away this morning and I wanted her to<br />hear me play. You see, this is the first time she is able to<br />hear me play because when she was alive she was deaf and<br />now I know she is listening to me. I have to play my best<br />for her!”<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />SUCCESS PRINCIPLES</span><br /><br />This is indeed a touching story of love and excellence.<br />When you have a passion and a reason to do something,<br />you will surely excel. You may not be talented or gifted<br />but if you have a strong enough reason to do something,<br />you will be able to tap into your inner God given<br />potential.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Key To Success</span><br />"Find the good. It's all around you. Find it, showcase it and you'll start believing in it."Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-67607613870006527022007-09-14T14:07:00.001+05:302007-09-19T14:23:45.755+05:30Luxurious Bus<p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupHTchWAOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/K1PbZJxb1TE/image%5B14%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 456px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 234px" alt="image" src="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupHWMhWAPI/AAAAAAAAAII/WD2zdG6BQaU/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.google.com/prabha19/RupHX8hWAQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tdbMrdDqIpQ/image%5B10%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 460px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 222px" alt="image" src="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupHZchWARI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zbXzhovBzcU/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupHcMhWASI/AAAAAAAAAIg/12tluocHuCA/image%5B22%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 465px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 238px" alt="image" src="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupHeMhWATI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_9iGTtP6Z_4/image_thumb%5B16%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupHfchWAUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/G41dS1NIQBs/image%5B29%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 467px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 234px" alt="image" src="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupHjMhWAVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dEh3rvPUz4U/image_thumb%5B21%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.google.com/prabha19/RupHl8hWAWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sM6Wn7Xr1wY/image%5B36%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 461px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 232px" alt="image" src="http://lh3.google.com/prabha19/RupHpshWAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oaW-Y76yC5c/image_thumb%5B26%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.google.com/prabha19/RupHs8hWAYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aNcH6gKD--4/image%5B43%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 467px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 235px" alt="image" src="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupHvchWAZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kSf00YXaw_k/image_thumb%5B31%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.google.com/prabha19/RupHx8hWAaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/T6dylv8DrxY/image%5B50%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 464px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 234px" alt="image" src="http://lh3.google.com/prabha19/RupH0shWAbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qySKro2vDHo/image_thumb%5B36%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupH3chWAcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qH-70wmJmKs/image%5B57%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 468px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 233px" alt="image" src="http://lh3.google.com/prabha19/RupH6shWAdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rTaaMAu_ivg/image_thumb%5B41%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupH9MhWAeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8RPB-r0AFqA/image%5B64%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 468px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 232px" alt="image" src="http://lh4.google.com/prabha19/RupH_8hWAfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8L5Zgh8fHds/image_thumb%5B46%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.google.com/prabha19/RupICshWAgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Kg6a79fcdUA/image%5B71%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 462px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 228px" alt="image" src="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupIFMhWAhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uTa7Z1tV90w/image_thumb%5B51%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.google.com/prabha19/RupIIchWAiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_o7e25bBna8/image%5B78%5D.png"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; width: 462px; border-bottom: 0px; height: 229px" alt="image" src="http://lh5.google.com/prabha19/RupILMhWAjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NY3oqb-u5Qo/image_thumb%5B56%5D.png" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://www.vincelewis.net/motorhome.html" target="_blank">View Full Details</a></p> Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-67749117759726261662007-09-14T12:35:00.001+05:302007-09-14T12:38:24.614+05:30IIM Interview<p>This is a real episode which happened during the interview rounds of IIM for the class of 2004. </p><p>Interviewer said, "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" </p><p>The candidate thought for a while and said, "My choice is one really difficult question." "Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice!" said the interviewer. </p><p>Here is your question: "What comes first, Day or Night?" </p><p>The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depended on the correctness of the answer to that one question. He thought for a while and said," It's DAY" sir!" </p><p>"How?" the interviewer asked. </p><p>"Sorry sir, you promised me that you would not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" </p><p>He was selected for IIM . </p><p>Moral : Technical Skill is the Mastery of Complexity, while Creativity is the Mastery of Simplicity.</p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-24920723965044656442007-09-10T16:17:00.000+05:302007-09-10T16:20:07.077+05:30Mischievous Brothers<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively <span style="font-weight: bold;">mischievous</span>. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:blue;" ><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:blue;" ><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.<br /></span><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br />So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,<br /><br />"Do you know where God is, son?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.<br /><br />So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?!"<br /><br />Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Where is God?!"</span><br /><br />The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.<br /><br />When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "what happened?" The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in<span style="font-family: verdana;color:blue;" ><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span>BIG trouble this time.<br /><br />("I just LOVE reading next line again and again")<br /><b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GOD is missing, and they think we did it! </span></b></span></span></p>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19917925.post-79850557433399751852007-09-06T18:29:00.000+05:302008-12-11T14:40:39.385+05:30Real Pressure - Performance appraisal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvyHRsUKabc78chj7etXCyrfWUbn0aWFo5JxGg6xjcMTl8ruzY9ZIewRW0lLcrht2_dC713gtH-COSEcUfiX7B5K-auEdlbAr6VM7OuSoCKW46hklpwWTRfmfOJVJCYXGoLUt/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvyHRsUKabc78chj7etXCyrfWUbn0aWFo5JxGg6xjcMTl8ruzY9ZIewRW0lLcrht2_dC713gtH-COSEcUfiX7B5K-auEdlbAr6VM7OuSoCKW46hklpwWTRfmfOJVJCYXGoLUt/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081857426147490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4DdOiimBzdHDV6BPMSDUsSGdpexIRr2b9HnM7Sc-jNQkTSqJMz8Ru59cSEu0RO6UR4ZbDCBYQuwsaiE7UrFP2a3ZOu4TquPtR03fzmSVsTBZvITbdcgOmTDlVqXs2H-edmi9/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4DdOiimBzdHDV6BPMSDUsSGdpexIRr2b9HnM7Sc-jNQkTSqJMz8Ru59cSEu0RO6UR4ZbDCBYQuwsaiE7UrFP2a3ZOu4TquPtR03fzmSVsTBZvITbdcgOmTDlVqXs2H-edmi9/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081861721114802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQEuLOEim1iFkw0veIVB5ENO26aAwFih5na8tPY4v89i1x7EPCum2t1D7Wny_CGa0vCaOCbWmOLxLr_xK7boP1JmoocOka1uSJ9kgbDWd_3pG12S4UtwSyGUysBLG_igO8wIaT/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQEuLOEim1iFkw0veIVB5ENO26aAwFih5na8tPY4v89i1x7EPCum2t1D7Wny_CGa0vCaOCbWmOLxLr_xK7boP1JmoocOka1uSJ9kgbDWd_3pG12S4UtwSyGUysBLG_igO8wIaT/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081861721114818" border="0" /></a>Prabhakaran Govindarajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13715115090637804720noreply@blogger.com0