<?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-23019917</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:23:53.235+05:30</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='akkini'/><category term='education'/><category term='akg'/><category term='me'/><category term='first class'/><category term='jpg'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>K.J. Jebastin</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts and feelings......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-7175541012954540870</id><published>2008-12-14T04:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:34:00.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Child @ TV Live Show</title><content type='html'>I have seen some Live show @television. The children are beeing provoked n rebuked by the judges after their fall back. பார்க்கும் போது எனக்கும் கண்ணீர் வந்துட்டுது.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from a news paper that a girl paralysed after a TV Show rebuke. What is ur opinion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BAN. such competetion damage the confident level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It help(F1)s to improve / attain maturity at early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. F1s to bring about a sense of competition in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before the show; proper counselling for parent n child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WIN/LOSS doesn't a matter, i n my child appear on the TV yaar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-7175541012954540870?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7175541012954540870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=7175541012954540870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/7175541012954540870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/7175541012954540870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-seen-some-live-show-television.html' title='Child @ TV Live Show'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-6815053715004378538</id><published>2008-12-14T04:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:27:44.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mentor</title><content type='html'>Stress is acting a big deal with the people who are joining as a fresher just out from a college. In this fact, the age of the fresher is just 22 or 23. But the chap can't glue him/her with the corporate culture. They don't even know when they should be cool and when they should be "work hard". In this scenario, I expect the corporate should go with the concept of "MENTOR" technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the mentor should not be his immediate boss or reporting manager. In this case, the fresher can have his/her mentor as a good teacher/ friend/ even a lover :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel the mentor culture is must. In HP, there is no concept like this. But in TCS/CTS they do have. I have joined with HP along with 28 members. So we all don't feel bad; I am thinking; if a sole student who has gone for a corporate and the situation would have been a hectic one for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally (virtually) got Thirukumaran Ramamoorthi as a mentor. He is no more with HP now. But he guided me as much as gentle and lighter. So I don't feel bad at initial level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I can say one thing; my friend Prabu, got placed in TCS and he withdrawn his Project Internship due to his mentor's torture and greedy. He told a lame argument for the greedy (Its regarding the salary, unfortunately his mentor is a temporary employee and his salary is a little bit lesser than his stipend.. ha..ha). What is your suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes We need Mentor; because the freshers r buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No; Mentore can ruin the freshers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fresher need 2 learn on their own; So no 4 Mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Etiquette matters a lot; so mentor needs 2 teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee..hee...Choose your option and vote it in comment side..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-6815053715004378538?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6815053715004378538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=6815053715004378538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6815053715004378538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6815053715004378538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/mentor.html' title='Mentor'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-6214916432422809265</id><published>2008-12-14T04:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:21:20.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Divorce</title><content type='html'>I saw in a newspaper that a techie girl set fire herself n died, who couldn't get divorce immediately. She applied n waited for divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife nag huby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huby neglects wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children annoy parents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents asking Child to study well:)......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law quarrels sister-in-law....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand parents feel disrespect.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes we need 2 reduce the procedures 2 get divorce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Court gives 6 month time to grant, it should be only one month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No, then how can i stress her 4 dowry. 15 months :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We can't blindly follow western culture. Its INDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. argufy/scrap is normal.But current law sys is cool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Family Court is an unpleasant place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what do u mean.. i am a disciple of JAI HANUMAN :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could find time ;) Choose any one and vote it in the comment arena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-6214916432422809265?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6214916432422809265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=6214916432422809265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6214916432422809265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6214916432422809265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/divorce.html' title='Divorce'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-8374360571552382672</id><published>2008-12-14T03:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:54:58.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roommate from Hell</title><content type='html'>The first day of my college life I got a hostel room and arranged all the things. The hostel authority told me that one more guy will come and join with you as a room mate. At that moment I feel nothing. He came after 2 days almost at sundown. We have shaken our hand with teeth full of mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day one I wondered all his habit, His take bath occasionally; I wandered all over the city (saravana stores) to grab some perfume, toothpaste and talcum powder at cheep rate. He used mine without any hesitation. He never forgot to brush with brush full paste, because the toothpaste is mine. Whenever I had arranged my mattress, bed sheet, and pillow, the moment he overjoyed to sit, stir and make them chaos. After finish all his willingness, he would have shown me a glorious smile. On that day my hands were searching for Shivaji’s 6 feet sword. The hostel authority provided us a mosquito net on our window. He never bought stationary (because I was a kamadenu for him), but he went to departmental store and came with a super-max blade and torn all that, for that he gave me a nice description “machi we need pure and fresh air to inhale”. Then I rushed to Saravana store to buy a mosquito net for me. I struggled a lot to save that from his one and only super-max blade. But at last he gave me a glorious smile for my net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some days, he found that I am a very good :) personality, so he came to my room with 4 or 5 day scholar friends to our room for group study (?). They used to play with my pillow, their game was volley ball (!), I was an umpire (what else I can do?). My computer cried to see at least a simple c program; it never sensed the EXIT button of “Age of Empire” game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Interview: I bought a book of Aptitude, They played cricket with that and used that as a pillow, but they have been selected for the very first company TCS. Among us I am the only person expelled even from the written exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shed tear to send off him to Ahamadabad TCS which is his work place. :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-8374360571552382672?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8374360571552382672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=8374360571552382672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/8374360571552382672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/8374360571552382672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/roommate-from-hell.html' title='Roommate from Hell'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-1512109892910479186</id><published>2008-12-14T03:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:47:57.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ragging</title><content type='html'>I came from a humble rosy looking village to the city college. I have seen the college in cinema only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head downed n wished even for an entrance watchman. He wore a khaki dress, so I thought that he might be a police man. I asked him "sir... where is com sci department" with a 32 teeth smile. The moment he could understand where I am from and who am I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he directed me to a big and vast banyan tree. I walked over there n has been called by some guys. I was so happy that I have been identified by people (Nammalaium 4 perukku teriudu par da nu nambi ponen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to sing a song. I started "oh come let us adore him... Christ the lord".. The moment one boy jumped and shut my mouth with 2 hands, but I didn't consider and continuing my song as "o me t us re cris d lod". I never stopped until the entire song's completion. All were so frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One angried guy said, hey assume that those girls are Afghanistan terrorists. So shoot them quick. I said I don't have a gun anna. One overjoyed senior gave me a Reynolds ball point pen from his pocket. I shot them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One innovative guy invented and said why there is no sound from your AK47? Then I shouted as "Thoo Thoo Thoooo trigi col trigi col thooo" and lavished all of them in a chain of fire. I crawled even on sand floor (paduthutulam sutten) to shoot d exact destination of the terrorist's toe to capture them in alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one guy gave me 2 drops of water and asked me to swim. I wondered n stand aside very silently. Everyone stared n shouted me to swim. But I stand very polite. One frustrated senior asked me, "hey what the hell you are doing?" I said don't disturb me anna, I am swimming under the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seniors laughed, admired and impressed by me. Thence I ragged my mates with my seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered into Anna University with this dream; but the bloody college is rag free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-1512109892910479186?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1512109892910479186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=1512109892910479186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1512109892910479186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1512109892910479186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/ragging.html' title='Ragging'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-8840447000665959803</id><published>2008-12-14T03:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:44:13.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello Doctor</title><content type='html'>I talked to my Doctor friend. He was my +2 class mate. I too wanted to become a doctor to serve :) this world. But GOD asked me to sever to the customers of OVSD application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation has turned to baby and birth of baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after the birth of a baby, it is wiped clean and placed on its mother's chest even before it's umbilical cord is clamped. The baby is allowed to instinctively find the mom's breast and start feeding milk on its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this, the brain naturally create a harmon called "oxytocin" which is necessary to contract the utirus to stop bleeding. So it prevents the heamorrhage as well as there is a chance to be built so early between the baby and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really i wondered to hear that. Thats y i wanted to tell this to you all. Once you got birth, if doctors forget to do this process, i suggest you all to go for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-8840447000665959803?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8840447000665959803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=8840447000665959803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/8840447000665959803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/8840447000665959803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-doctor.html' title='Hello Doctor'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-55148686546232155</id><published>2008-12-14T03:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:40:58.762+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hithendran</title><content type='html'>For last one week; this name is so famous in city. A 15 year old Doc parent’s one and only son. He met with an accident and faced the brain dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parents understand his state couldn't be reverting. So they decided to donate as much as human possible organs. Finally, hithendran has cutted bisection and cross section for "HEART, LIVER, KIDNEYS, and EYES". They are doctors, so probably they matured enough, but to cut her own son in pieces is the highest ridiculous happening in a "mom's" life. But they deserved it for our INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, i read in newspaper; After reading about Hithendran, one 15 year old boy expressed his idea to his family for his own 45 year old brain dead &lt;strong&gt;beloved DAD&lt;/strong&gt;. Here also multi organ harvesting has been done successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you all people pls do go through this link to register for your organs. Even after your dead, you don't need to expect for another reincarnation cycle to see this world again. Your eyes can see this world yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.mohanfoundation.org/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-55148686546232155?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/55148686546232155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=55148686546232155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/55148686546232155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/55148686546232155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hithendran.html' title='Hithendran'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-555091030656418721</id><published>2008-12-14T03:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:39:21.094+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>GOD n I</title><content type='html'>My life will be biased if there are no blessings of GOD. Whatever good in me is GOD, i believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say that we need to go to church to be nearer to God. But something remains in church which can't be explained/described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can etymologize the Love from God as well as God from Love. i do love every blade of grass and every grain of sand or even all the creature of God or Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Love also can create things as like HIM. Showing love or kindness to the next human being / even beast also an "existence of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this scenario, we desperately need to discuss the pros n cons of Love on opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I flicked and questioned myself, &lt;strong&gt;r u in Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart said you care her a lot. She cares u a load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i don't have any more option to think anything apart from Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I worried of &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;LUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared lot of moment; we helped together; we learnt together; we ate together; we dreamt together, atop we care each other. On that situation my mind says why wouldn't I give a much value of the 3 word "I LOVE U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Lust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a single gentle boil, we don't even wanna walk / talk together. We hated each other as we cared each other. Then i could understand we care a lot even for the whistle of a bus conductor and for that "conductor's care"  i can't bye a dimond ring :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before go for a proposal, think beyond love. Have a moment in lust and ask to you "r u &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; in Love", and you can have the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Love goes Wrong; nothing goes Right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-555091030656418721?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/555091030656418721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=555091030656418721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/555091030656418721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/555091030656418721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-n-i.html' title='GOD n I'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-678182865248048139</id><published>2008-08-28T15:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:41:14.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Books I to XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SLZ4GPYehBI/AAAAAAAAByQ/xr_gePX83aE/s1600-h/Title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SLZ4GPYehBI/AAAAAAAAByQ/xr_gePX83aE/s400/Title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239507265095894034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All, PDF format of all the I to XII std books are available @ following link. Its audio enabled too. (Tamil &amp; English versions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.textbooksonline.tn.nic.in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-678182865248048139?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/678182865248048139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=678182865248048139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/678182865248048139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/678182865248048139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/08/books-i-to-xii.html' title='Books I to XII'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SLZ4GPYehBI/AAAAAAAAByQ/xr_gePX83aE/s72-c/Title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-6988079538707914561</id><published>2008-07-25T22:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:06.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ban KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SIoOC8Yzg6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YkN77vHJIVw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SIoOC8Yzg6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YkN77vHJIVw/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227005761249575842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC has been a part of our American traditions for many years. Many people, day in and day out, eat at KFC religiously. Do they really know what they are eating? During a recent study of KFC done at the University of New Hampshire , they found some very upsetting facts. First of all, has anybody noticed that just recently, the company has changed their name? Kentucky Fried Chicken has become KFC. Does anybody know why? We thought the real reason was because of the "FRIED" food issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT! ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why they call it KFC is because they can not use the word chicken anymore. Why? KFC does not use real chickens. They actually use genetically manipulated organisms. These so called "chickens" are kept alive by tubes inserted into their bodies to pump blood and nutrients throughout their structure. They have no beaks, no feathers, and no feet. Their bone structure is dramatically shrunk to get more meat out of them. This is great for KFC.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because they do not have to pay so much for their production costs. There is no more plucking of the feathers or the removal of the beaks and feet. The government has told them to change all of their menus so they do not say chicken anywhere. If you look closely you will notice this. Listen to their commercials, I guarantee you will not see or hear the word chicken. I find this matter to be very disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;I hope people will start to realize this and let other people know. Together we make  KFC start using real chicken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SIoN5RkQp1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xy5PL4Ecpfc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SIoN5RkQp1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xy5PL4Ecpfc/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227005595136075602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-6988079538707914561?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6988079538707914561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=6988079538707914561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6988079538707914561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/6988079538707914561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2008/07/ban-kfc.html' title='Ban KFC'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SIoOC8Yzg6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YkN77vHJIVw/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-7295891242237954373</id><published>2007-08-12T04:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:06.596+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first class'/><title type='text'>My first standard class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rr4_JlUtFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/kh-nULG6lPI/s1600-h/1jebes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rr4_JlUtFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/kh-nULG6lPI/s400/1jebes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097581262100305682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-7295891242237954373?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7295891242237954373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=7295891242237954373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/7295891242237954373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/7295891242237954373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-standard-class.html' title='My first standard class'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rr4_JlUtFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/kh-nULG6lPI/s72-c/1jebes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-5729127419238440304</id><published>2007-02-09T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:06.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akkini'/><title type='text'>World</title><content type='html'>கடந்த நாட்களில் நான் செய்தி தாளில் படித்து அதிர்ந்த செய்தி, சீன நாடு செயற்கை கோள் எதிர்ப்பு ஏவுகணை சோதனை செய்துள்ளதாம். தற்போது உள்ள நிலவரம் படி வான் வெளியில் மட்டுமே அமைதி நிலவுவது போல் உள்ளது. அதற்கும் பங்கம் வந்து விட்டது போலத்தான் தோன்றுகிறது. இயற்கை வளமான கடலில் ஒவொரு நாடும் எல்லை வகுத்ததன் விளைவுதான், இன்றைய மீனவர்களின் கண்ணீருக்குக் காரணம். இந்திய தேசமானது ஒரு தீபகற்ப நாடு. வட இந்தியா முழுவதும் மலை சூழ்ந்த பகுதி. எனவே, வட இந்தியாவில் மீனவ மக்களின் கண்ணீரின் உவர்ப்புச் சுவை அதிக பாதிப்பை ஏற்படுத்தாது. ஆனால் தென் இந்தியா முழுவதும் கடல் சார்ந்த பகுதி, இங்கு கடல் எல்லை பிரச்சனை, எல்லை தாண்டி மீன் பிடித்தல் போன்ற காரணங்களுக்காக தினந்தோறும் உயிர் இழக்கும், சிரையில் வாடும் மனித ஜீவன்களின் எண்ணிக்கை அளவிட முடியாது.  இந்த பிரச்சனைக்கு தீர்வு காண்பதே குதிரை கொம்பாக உள்ள நிலையில், வான் வெளி பிரச்சனையும் விஸ்வரூபம் எடுத்து வாட்டும் முன் தக்க நடவடிக்கை எடுப்பது மிக அவசியமாகிறது.&lt;br /&gt;  ஆனைத்து வல்லரசு நாடுகளுக்கும்  மூன்றாம் உலக போர் பற்றிய பயம் இருக்கும் நிலையில் செயற்கை கோள் தாக்குதல் என்பது ஒரு புதிய, வலிமையான ஆயுதமாகவே உருப்பெரும். ஓரு அற்ப காரணத்துக்காக ஒரு நாட்டின் மீது ஆயுத பிரயோகம் செய்து, அந்நாட்டின் அதிபரையே தூக்கிலிட்டு கொல்வது என்பது எளிதான காரியம் எனும் இந்த சூழ்நிலையில் "செயற்கை கோள் தாக்குதல்" நடை பெறாது என்பதற்கு என்ன நிச்சயம்?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rct7ZdzQ42I/AAAAAAAAABI/GWR2QsxdSJg/s1600-h/jj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rct7ZdzQ42I/AAAAAAAAABI/GWR2QsxdSJg/s320/jj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029249086315881314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         மேலே உள்ள படத்தில் காட்டிய படி மூன்று அதிக செயல் திறனுள்ள செயற்கை கோள் ஏவப்பட்டாலே உலகின் அனைத்து நாடுகளும் செலவில்லாமல் தகவல் தொடர்பு கொள்ள முடியும். செய்வார்களா இந்த தேசத்தார்? பாதுகாப்பு பிரச்சனை என்ற ஒற்றை வரியில் அந்த யோசனையை நிராகரித்து விடுவர். இன்னும் இரு நூற்றாண்டுகளுக்குள் வான் வெளிக்கு செல்வது என்பது கிஶ்கிந்தா செல்வது போலாகி விடும். எனவே முற்போக்கு சிந்தனையுடனும், எதிர்கால சந்ததியரின் சிறப்பான வாழ்வையும் நினைத்து பார்க்கும் வகையில் இதனைத்தும் எளிதாக  நிறைவேற்றக்கூடிய ஒரு சித்தாந்தம் ஆகும்.&lt;br /&gt; காஞ்சி மாநகரின் எதிர்காலமே கேள்விக்குறி என்றாயினும், முற்றுகையிட்ட 'வாதாபி சக்கரவர்த்தி' புலிகேசி வெள்ளை கொடி காட்டிய ஓரே காரணத்திற்காக 'விசித்திர சித்தர்' மகேந்திர பல்லவர், புலிகேசியை காஞ்சி கோட்டைக்குள் நட்புடன்  அழைத்து சென்ற மாண்பை என்ன வென்று சொல்வது? மகேந்திர பல்லவரின் நோக்கம், கனவு எல்லாம், போரற்ற, கல்வியில் சிறந்த உலகம். பல நூற்றாண்டுகளுக்கு முன்னமே அப்படி ஒரு முற்போக்குச் சிந்தனைவாதி இருந்ததை அறிந்த, ஆறறிவை உபயோகிக்க தெரிந்த நாம் அவருக்கு மேல் ஒரு படியாவது சிந்திக்க வேண்டுமல்லவா?&lt;br /&gt; "ஒருங்கிணைந்த உலகம்" எனும் கனவு காண்பதே ஒவொரு மானுடரிடமும் நான் வேண்டிக்கொள்வதாகும். ஒருவர் காணும் கனவு, ஒன்று, பத்து, நூறு, ஆயிரம், கோடி என்று பலுகி ஒரு நாள் நிறைவேறும்; ஆந்த நன்நாளை எதிர்நோக்குவோமாக!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-5729127419238440304?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/5729127419238440304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=5729127419238440304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/5729127419238440304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/5729127419238440304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2007/02/world.html' title='World'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/Rct7ZdzQ42I/AAAAAAAAABI/GWR2QsxdSJg/s72-c/jj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-1641666545550969588</id><published>2007-01-02T02:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:32:24.345+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><title type='text'>Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Emergency Call: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency number for all mobile in world wide is &lt;font color=red size=5&gt;112.&lt;/font&gt; If you are in out of coverage area &lt;br /&gt;of your mobile network, then the mobile will search for any&lt;br /&gt; existing network to establish the emergency number. You can &lt;br /&gt;dial this number even if the keypad locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unlock you car using mobile phone: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you locked your keys in the car? Does you car have remote keys? This may come in handy someday. &lt;br /&gt;Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home&lt;br /&gt; on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your &lt;br /&gt;car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near &lt;br /&gt;the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, &lt;br /&gt;and if you can reach someone who has the other "remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reserve fuel for Bike as well as Reserve power for Mobile: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your bike stops without fuel in a forest, the reserve will help you. (If you already running with reserve????, &lt;br /&gt;fate is yours!!!! Haha….) As well as if your mobile is also low battery charge, what can you do in the mid night &lt;br /&gt;in a forest? Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery. To activate the reserve battery&lt;br /&gt; press &lt;font color=red size=5&gt;*3370# &lt;/font&gt;Then your mobile restart with the&lt;br /&gt; reserve battery and the instrument will show 50% increased battery charge. &lt;br /&gt;When you charge for next time, the reserve battery will get charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disable a STOLEN mobile :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press &lt;font color=red size=5&gt;*#06# &lt;/font&gt;and you will get a 15 digit number on your mobile phone display. &lt;br /&gt;Write it down and keep it safe in somewhere. If your mobile phone, get stolen; you can phone to your service &lt;br /&gt;provider and give this IM number and they will be able to block your instrument too. So even if the thief changes&lt;br /&gt; the SIM card, the mobile phone will not work. Then go to the Police commissioner&lt;br /&gt; ( phone no &lt;font color=red size=5&gt;28555064&lt;/font&gt;)  with this IM number. &lt;br /&gt;He / She can help you to get back your mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-1641666545550969588?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1641666545550969588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=1641666545550969588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1641666545550969588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1641666545550969588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2007/01/mobile-phone_9827.html' title='Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-1149480856818279275</id><published>2006-12-29T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:07.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>On Christmas2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RZVMlqEOCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJk_VtFeRPw/s1600-h/jeb300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RZVMlqEOCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJk_VtFeRPw/s400/jeb300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013997969977772434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-1149480856818279275?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1149480856818279275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=1149480856818279275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1149480856818279275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1149480856818279275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='On Christmas2006'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RZVMlqEOCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJk_VtFeRPw/s72-c/jeb300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-4686342099800632292</id><published>2006-12-05T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:07.359+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akg'/><title type='text'>AKGEORGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXSGT2ZNfYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Def4TD7zl0/s1600-h/akg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXSGT2ZNfYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Def4TD7zl0/s400/akg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004772761492356482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXSGLWZNfXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YglJJY7rv5E/s1600-h/kalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXSGLWZNfXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YglJJY7rv5E/s400/kalam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004772615463468402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=14, color=red&gt; AKGeorge,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is an angel for Anna university students. He is the one and only research student of President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam. I had seven months experience with him. One day he gave me a book and said, please read this. That book is AKGeorge’s experience with Abdul Kalam. After finished that book, I decided to publish this like a book entitled “K.J.Jebastin’s experience with AKGeorge. Thanks a lot to blogspot, helping me to publish this book as an electronic format instead of paper format. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Thank God,&lt;/I&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Thank you mom, dad, bro&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a seat in anna university I stayed in 9th block of CEG hostels. Every block has one Resident counsellor(RC). I saw my block’s RC only five times in my life time. He always closed his door. Most of all the RCs are behave like a pedant and very calm. We could not get a signature from him directly. We have to give our forms to watch man and he will return us after 24 hour. Then we have to submit that form to hostel office. They will forward that to Associate warden and he will put a signature, then we have search the plumber or wireman to repair our room’s electric fault. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day watchman said, shortly we would get a new RC. That is not a sweet or bad news for us, so I haven’t interest to hear. Then after some days, I did write a letter to repair my room’s fan and give that letter to the watchman. Next morning 6.45A.M, one Englishman came to my room and said, “I am searching for Mr.Jebastin”. I was wonder-struck. (AKG used so many time of this “wonder-struck” word in his kalam’s book). Because that is my first experiences to see an Englishman very, very near to him (Both of us not wore the professional or appropriate dress). He intimate 2 grammatical/spelling mistakes in my letter. He asked so many questions using English. I gestured all my answer for his questions (That’s also my first English conversation). Probably I came from very rural area. I thought he may be a wireman and asked before he left from there, when you will come to repair the fan. He simply said “I don’t know”. After 8 o’clock one of my hostel mate said he is the new RC. Now I feel like be there on a stove. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I found his room always opened. I feel very strange, because most of all the RCs are let their door always closed. If the door opens, he always writes or studies something. Daily it made me a head turns on his room. One day, he called me as “Hey Jebastin, come here”. The moment he called as Jebastin, I feel very joy (wonder-struck) [because I am going to see and speak with an Englishman,] and a big hesitation/fear [because of his post as a Resident Counselor]. I went inside and still standing. He asked me in a mild voice, who is your father? I have to tell a little answer as “teacher”; but I told a long history, my father is working as a teacher in C.S.I church School, my mother is a teacher and my brother is studying teacher training degree. He heard everything with smiling face. I gestured rest of all the English questions. I could not remember those rests of conversation. Then daily he smiled me while we were meeting. I thought I am the only man had a big friendship with a Resident counselor. After some days, I noticed his smiling face with all the students. I thought he is the only man to understand the meaning of Resident counselor. (Resident=Hostel inmates, Counselor=some who gives advice about problems). &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am going to write the experiences with him. They may contradict with the time. Thus, our friendship had grown. In my UG class I had a friend named K.KANDASAMY. He told more times me about his schoolmate of Antony paulxavier, who is studying Anna University. One day I saw that name in Mess fees list. So I went to see him in 7th block of CEG Hostel. I was waiting for 10 minutes in front of his room. After some time he came. Probably I introduced myself with him. In our conversation I know AKGeorge is a Roman Catholic “FATHER”. Then I thought he is an ‘England father’. I came back to my hostel block, he was standing there. The moment I saw him and I asked him, are you a parish priest? He just said ‘no’. I had a big awe-struck and sad. Then I asked him are you a reverent father? (My face had a little sad and expecting the second question might be possible. So it was hanged with worry) He just said ‘yes’. Then I didn’t ask anything. I just come in to the hostel and walked towards to my room. I had a great joy and wonder about him. Probably, he might think I am a mad. Because I just asked two questions and left without any smile. The ‘left’ might show, why you shouldn’t tell the first questions answer as possible/ he could said he is a father but not a parish priest after the answer ‘no’. Inside of my room, I feel great joy and I too changed my aim to become a reverent father like him and teach so many students. On those days I studied first year, so I denied seeing the pornography movies. So my class friends call me as father. Really I felt very joy of the nick name. I felt my aim is fulfilling a little. One day I gave my bicycle to one student (I used to give anything if somebody asks me) and return from the class by walk with rain. There were so many exams and classes were postponed according to the heavy rain. I walked on the flooded road near the SBI ATM of Anna University. So I decided to walk on the platform. When I was going to step up, I felt somebody follows and he/she also want to step up on the platform. (Now there is no rain water on me) So I just wait to give way to him/her. But still he/she also was waiting. Then I turned back and saw AKG, who covered me with an umbrella with smiling face. I was wonder-struck. I could not express my felt here with words. Because he did finish BE with Kerala University first rank, MCA in Bangalore Christian College with college first rank, M.E in Anna University with class first, a Senior Lecturer in Anna University, he is the one and only research student, under guidance of India’s President and all he is also a Reverent Father serving in Alandur (Chennai) Roman catholic church. Then he asked where are you going? I answered as I am going to attend the last class of this day. He gave his umbrella to me and he step onwards of hostel without umbrella. I felt a big hesitation because he was walking on the rain. I asked him loudly; Sir, have u feel any incomfortable? He said ‘no’. Then I felt I was wrong. So I asked once again; Sir, have u feel any discomfortable? Still he is very eager to hear some more errors from my mouth; standing in the rain. But still I have his umbrella with my own protection. Lastly I found the correct word as uncomfortable, so now I tried to ask another onetime, but he is not there. I felt very shame. I return back to my hostel after finished my class; he was standing in the entrance of my block and said if you don’t have umbrella, keep mine with yourself. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually A.K. George ate with jokes or any conversation with students. So, most students gathered with him in the mess. I used to try to save a seat in his right side. Most of his talking about the review of his PHD program under guidance of Dr. Kalam. One day a waiter of a mess told his colleague, AKG doesn’t know Tamil so all students always laughing near him? (Probably cookers and mess workers felt different, because of his approach and mingle with students. All other Resident Counselors never speak a single word with students). AKG gestured to come here, and then he told him ENAKKU TAMIL NALLA THERIUM. Then the waiter got afraid, joy, ….; then laughed and ran away with shy. Still students are laughing. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day AKG came to my room and told that, I found a tube light’s starter is missing in your wing. One student has taken that for his room. I don’t want to waste the time to search for the starter in every room. So keep in your mind “Common fine”. Then he left from there. On that day, every student of “Fourier wing” were gathered in a room according to the word of AKG. (He named every wing by a scientist’s name, that also a different approach, that I was learned from him. With in this gape; I and AKG found, where the starter goes).  He started his speech in front of Fourier wing members and asked for a solution of this problem. One student said, sir these kind of bad things are happening, in order to the hostel rules. So we have to change the rules.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Probably, if any electrical problem, we have to write a letter to hostel manager with Resident Counselor’s signature. After one week, the hostel manager will send an apprentice electrician to check the status. After his explanation only, the electrician will check. Then the student will go to the Hostel Office and asked for new plug or tube light. After signing 2 ledgers, we can get the new electric goods. Then we have to give them to the electrician, he will ……)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listened everything very calm and said with a little anger; I need only the possible solution for the starter and, with in tomorrow the tube should glow. All of us were sit very silent in front of him. He don’t like that tight situation. So he said with smile face, I will tell a number, and you would divide the number by 5 and the remainder numbered person would tell the positive alternate solution. He closed his eyes and said 11, I am the first person, immediately I told “common fine”. Then all the students said “common fine”.  After his leaving, the students mocked AKG, who could not change the hostel rules. Next day he struggled with hostel manager to change all the long procedures and undesirable rules.  But the hostel manager, never get AKG’s words in his ear.  After words, we were realized his kindness on us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my friend Masood said him, sir I am not good in English, what can I do? Then AKG invite him to his room. AKG opened his laptop and play the THAVAMAI THAVAMIRUNDHU film. Now Masood felt happy and enjoy two scenes. Suddenly AKG closed his laptop and asked him, what you did watch in laptop and explain the scene in English. Now he felt awe-stuck and wonder-stuck. Then he explained firmly. Then AKG said him, so you are good in English; don’t feel I am not good in English and don’t get hesitate to talk with English. Masood exclaimed four times to me the above different kind of approach of teaching. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks before of Christmas2005, on a fresh morning I felt a little byte and little wet on my nose and ear. Suddenly I thought that was done by a snake. But there is no harm for that full day. Next morning too I felt that kind of symptoms. On those days I went to bed on 1 AM or later. So on 6AM I was in nice sleep. So I could not recognize about that. One day morning I saw a squirrel on my bed. But really I could not appose that on my semi-sleep status. The squirrel disturbed me for at least 9 days.  I know the squirrel can get in using my opened window. But I never closed my windows. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then one day afternoon I just closed all the windows and doors and I left to my home town to celebrate the Christmas. After return to Hostel, I saw AKG in front of the block. He asked me, why you did close your window. (Basically he also never closed his room’s window too. He used to tell; we should not close the window and could get fresh air.) At first I couldn’t understand why he asked that question. On that day night he came with a glass of milk from the mess. So I followed him to see, what he is going to do? I know if AKG walks very fast with smile, he is going to do an entire different work. He took a wooden basket and took two cub of a squirrel. Then he feed them with ink filler. I asked him, where did you get them sir? He said immediately; from your room. I laughed and I didn’t believe that. After two days later, he came with waste bones from the non-vegetarian mess and a glass of milk. So I too follow him. He gave all the waste bone to the dogs in Anna University (Every Monday and Wednesday, the dog feeding process is default). Then I walked with him to feed the little squirrels. He took the wooden basket. But they were dead. I had a great sorrow. (We used to chat, “The moment you come this think happen wrong”. One day he entered in to the TV Hall to call me, and Sehwag got run out. I said him, the moment you come, Sehwag got run out. He awestruck and both of us laughed.). I feared, of the sentence of “When the moment you come with me to feed, they were dead”. But he didn’t say that. So I felt a little bit satisfaction.  Then he walked very fast to out side of the Hostel block and give the two dead bodies to the dogs. I got afraid of him. Because I thought he is going to do the funeral service for them. Then I came to my room and thought, I loved only the little squirrels but he love the dirty dogs too. I decided to make my heart to that kind of zenith status. On the day before of hostel vacating day, I found a squirrel net in my computer box in my room’s shelf. I remembered the above things and I realized, I did close my room’s window and terminate the relationship between the mother squirrel and her cubs. So I got very big sorrow on that day. After left to my home town, they shouted without food/milk from their mum, and AKG took the squirrels from my room and feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed more three days in the hostel after finished all my first year semester exams. I heard from a boy, AKG is going to leave from Anna University. I don’t know why I didn’t believe that on that time. Really I thought; that might be a rumor. At that time I was very busy on the work of vacating my hostel room for summer vacation. I packed my computer, accessories; and sent them to my home town by Amarnath bus service. I bought a big box from an old paper store and wind up the rest of everything. I don’t know where do put that. I haven’t any idea about that, because the box is too big and weight. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I searched for AKG, then I known he was in Delhi with HIS EXCELLINCY Dr.Kalam. So, I ringed him from a one rupee coin telephone on night 11.45 PM, probably we don’t have the privilege to have a mobile phone, because of our new vice chancellor’s “mobile phone banning scheme”. I blindly asked AKG over the telephone, is it A.K.George? I am from Anna University then when you will come back to the hostel sir. He replied “Monday”. Actually on Tuesday I have the train. Then he tried to tell something. But I have only three one rupee coins. So I need more one rupee coins, if AKG available in his room, students could get one rupee coin change from him. But he was in Delhi. Practically and theoretically that is not possible to get AKG’s room key from Delhi and get one rupee coin from his room on that night time (JOKE). So, I got two more coins from the 5th block friend and ring him again. He said again; tell the watch man to vacate and clean room no. 53. But I didn’t get the full content of him over by the telephone. Because the one rupee coin phone added a &lt;font color=red&gt;nice sound &lt;/font&gt;like “kir..kid.kid.kid….kirrrrr”. Then again call him with my last one rupee coin and asked what you told sir? Now he answered me as, just leave it, just leave it; nothing is there. Really I felt uneasy and very shame. The reasons for the shames, &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I could not make English conversation over telephone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don’t have the mobile phone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn’t bother for his roaming charge (Sorry sir). &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I didn’t bother about the telephone manners. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn’t bother about the time. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my first English Telephone conversation. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning directly he came to my room. And asked me, do you need anything? I felt wonder-stuck. I told him, sir I just want to keep this box in any where of this block. He said I will not be here on the time of summer vacation and after, so there might be a chance to damage or stolen (Really I didn’t get his words of summer “vacation and after”. If I heard that things, surly I may got an autograph). Then I said him, ok sir I could manage with other solution. I didn’t expect his negotiation, because I haven’t any more possible solution to keep that kind of big box. Then I put that in my friend’s room &lt;br /&gt;Then he explained his experience with Dr. Kalam in the helicopter. He showed me the time schedule book of Dr. Kalam’s meeting. I wondered that book, because that book contains the info of every one, who is going to fly or travel with President. Then weather report, prediction of weather report, Rain coat availability for every person. Then he left to his room with smile. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early. Really I could not remember the rest of the things. After 12 PM my friend Nelson came to send off me. I locked and put my bicycle in 9th block’s Common Hall and straightly went to A.K. George’s room and said him, FATHER; KAL HO NA HO, please bless me (That is my first call as FATHER, because I already decided that I never call him as father in the university campus). I bowed in front of him. He touched my head with his right hand and prayed for me. Lastly he said me with mild voice; I could drop you in front of the University, for bus stop; with my cycle. I said, thank you so much for your favor on me sir, my friend Nelson came here for that. Then he waved his hand with smile, but my eyes were filled with tears. In entrance of the block, I gave fifty rupees to the watch man and walked out with tears and without the knowledge of A.K. George’s “leaving of Anna University”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-4686342099800632292?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/4686342099800632292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=4686342099800632292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/4686342099800632292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/4686342099800632292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/12/akgeorge.html' title='AKGEORGE'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXSGT2ZNfYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3Def4TD7zl0/s72-c/akg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-1068430110425340508</id><published>2006-10-31T03:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:07.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpg'/><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXR92WZNfWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLru6VR5STU/s1600-h/india_holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXR92WZNfWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLru6VR5STU/s400/india_holiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004763458593193314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/397/2810/1600/33112921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/397/2810/200/33112921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first jpg is taken from the freshers'06 and second one is most of them know very well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-1068430110425340508?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/1068430110425340508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=1068430110425340508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1068430110425340508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/1068430110425340508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/10/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/RXR92WZNfWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLru6VR5STU/s72-c/india_holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-5401742390092305149</id><published>2006-10-17T03:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:40:58.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>IIT</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;IITs&lt;/strong&gt; have taken up an initiative of starting online teaching and thus have started offering course materials online for every engineering stream. Many professors from all the &lt;strong&gt;IITs&lt;/strong&gt; have provided course materials for each chapter and each subject. One has to register at the link provided below and can access the course material. Every Chapter has been described with diagrams and charts. Please spread this message to everyone, as many can benefit from this program taken up by the government and &lt;strong&gt;IIT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a trial period going on and hence i request everyone to register at the link given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Go to http://nptel.iitm.ac.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Click on Courses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Sign up as a NEW USER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] And one can access any course material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please spread the word, so that this initiative benefits as many students as possible.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-5401742390092305149?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/5401742390092305149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=5401742390092305149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/5401742390092305149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/5401742390092305149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/10/iit.html' title='IIT'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-115706267988659172</id><published>2006-09-01T03:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:24:42.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>(Q1) SAY "BOAST" 5 TIMES, NOW SPELL "BOAST", NOW SAY COAST 5 TIMES, NOW&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SPELL "COAST".....  WHAT DO YOU PUT IN A TOASTER?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:- BREAD....&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "TOAST" THEN GIVE UP NOW AND GO AND FIND YOURSELF A SHOE BOX AS&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T HANDLE LIFE....&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "BREAD" THEN PLEASE PROGRESS ON TO&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 2&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Q2) SAY "SILK" 5 TIMES, NOW SPELL "SILK".....WHAT DO COWS DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:- "WATER"&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "MILK", THEN MAY I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO NOT TRY THE NEXT&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION, AS IT MAY SEEM THAT YOU BRAIN CELL IS OVER - TAXED, YOU NEED A&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY...MAY I SUGGEST CHILDREN'S WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;! IF YOU SAID "WATER" THEN YOU MAY GO ONTO QUESTION 3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Q3) IF A RED HOUSE IS MADE FROM RED BRICKS, A BLUE HOUSE IS MADE OUT OF&lt;br /&gt;BLUE BRICKS, A PINK HOUSE IS MADE OUT OF PINK BRICKS, A BLACK HOUSE IS MADE&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF BLACK BRICKS....WHAT IS A GREEN HOUSE MADE OUT OF?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:- "GLASS"&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "GREEN BRICKS" THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE&lt;br /&gt;READING THESE QUESTIONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "GLASS" THEN PLEASE PROGRESS ONTO&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 4&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Q4) 20 YEARS AGO A PLANE IS FLYING AT 20,000 FT, OVER THE OLD COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY WHEN 2 OF THE ENGINES FAIL, THE PILOT REALISING THAT THE LAST !&lt;br /&gt;REMAINING ENGINE WAS FAILING, HE DECIDES A CRASH LANDING PROCEDURE, BUT&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY THE ENGINE FAILS BEFORE TIME AND THE PLANE CRASHES SMACK BANG&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF "NO MANS LAND" THE LAND BETWEEN EAST GERMANY AND WEST&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BERLIN WALL, ..... WHERE WOULD YOU BURY THE&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVORS EAST GERMANY, WEST GERMANY OR IN "NO MANS LAND"?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:- YOU DON'T BURY "SURVIVORS" IF YOU SAID ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE&lt;br /&gt;SENTENCE ABOVE THEN PLEASE NEVER FLY, YOU MAY CAUSE MORE DAMAGE SHOULD THE&lt;br /&gt;PLANE CRASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID THE SENTENCE ABOVE THEN CARRY ON&lt;br /&gt;TO QUESTION 5&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Q5) IF ON A CLOCK THE HOUR HAND MOVES 1/60th OF A DEGREE EVERY MINUTE THEN&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY DEGREES WILL THE HOUR HAND TRAVEL ! IN 1 HOUR?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:- "1 DEGREE"&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "360 DEGREES", OR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE ANSWER, MAY I&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATE YOU ON GETTING THIS FAR...BUT BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF, DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE LAST AND FINAL QUESTION?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAID "1 DEGREE" THEN PLEASE GO ON TO THE&lt;br /&gt;LAST QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Q6) **WITHOUT USING A CALCULATOR**&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE DRIVING A BUS FROM LONDON TO MILFORD HAVEN (WALES)&lt;br /&gt;IN LONDON 17 PEOPLE GET ON THE BUS, IN READING 6 PEOPLE GET OFF, 9 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;GET ON, IN SWINDON 2 PEOPLE GET OFF, 4 PEOPLE GET ON, IN CARDIFF 11 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF,16 PEOPLE GET ON, IN SWANSEA 3 PEOPLE GET OFF, 5 PEOPLE GET ON, IN&lt;br /&gt;CARMARTHEN, 6 PEOPLE GET OFF,3 PEOPLE GET ON THE BUS THEN PULLS INTO&lt;br /&gt;MILFORD&lt;br /&gt;HAV! E BUS DEPOT.....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE BUS DRIVER?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:-"YOUR NAME". READ THE FIRST LINE Of THE Q6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-115706267988659172?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115706267988659172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=115706267988659172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/115706267988659172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/115706267988659172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/08/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-115706176743016591</id><published>2006-09-01T02:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:25:54.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reservation</title><content type='html'>http://anjanaram.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Anjana Ramamoorthy,&lt;br /&gt;             I saw ur blogspot page. There I found lot of thinks. I want to suggest something.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no reservation how the bc,sc,st students will become a doctor or engineer. We need the social justice. Each and every person got the social justice. r u accept? In villages they don't have any facilities. I think u got school and college studies in Hyderabad. u r staying in a city. Then u may probably got education from ur age of 4. ok. But some bc, sc, st students don't have little food, cloths, drinking water. They are struggling for their day to day life. They have to bother about his family also. Because their family income is not suit for his studies. &lt;br /&gt;             come out from the metropolitan cities and see what are going on in every village students status. My father is a teacher. He used to offer some notes, dress, and stationeries to the poor students. He will not punish the student who comes without a mathematics note book to the class room. Because his/her family could not able to buy the mathematics note book. &lt;br /&gt;             Now I come to ur status. Your father must be a rich. Did u go to ur school without a book?. Probably u may forgotten and could go. But without money to buy a single note book and 79% of the students yet now come to school.&lt;br /&gt;            Think one thing, in ur class you may had a bc/sc/st student comes under the reservation. ok. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                   Didn’t he/she come with first mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He have the chance to get higher studies in a best (IIT/IIM) institution and he could customize himself with the situation and competition. Your article has some errors. You said no reservation in Higher education and Govt. offices. See some students came with the reservation could get higher marks compare with the open category students. What is ur answer for the above words. If u r saying still "no reservation", u have lot of caste problem or u didn't see the villages or village school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In my class one boy takes the first mark 9.8 and he comes under the SC reservation. If there is no reservation he could not come to our best institution. But he could not speak English fluent. [Me too (hee..he..)]. So where is the wrong? That is in his schooling. &lt;br /&gt;            From ur contents u r appreciate and encourage the Strike. If there is a strike for improve the level, status, infrastructure, and so on, I could appreciate them. &lt;br /&gt;            You expect some quality from the reserved students. If they have a seat in a best institute they could get the quality. If they don't have reservation, how does u expect some quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           You are eager to reserve seats for Physically Handicapped, those who have family constraints. I could see some kindness in ur heart. &lt;b&gt;Without love we could not live&lt;/b&gt;. Love them. And say no to "no reservation"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-115706176743016591?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115706176743016591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=115706176743016591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/115706176743016591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/115706176743016591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/08/reservation.html' title='Reservation'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23019917.post-114089922513568395</id><published>2006-02-26T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:27:35.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Puliangudi</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      I am very glad to meet u through this e-published article. In this first article, I want to Introduce my-self and my rosy looking Home Town. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;TIP of the portal:&lt;br /&gt;     If u want 2 see the IE(internet explorer) as full screen view, just press F11. To switch to normal view press F11 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE of the portal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/2351/1600/american.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/2351/320/american.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       One of the Women self(AIADMK)-help group from Tamil Nadu goes to visit the Niagara Falls; The Guide explains all the places and warm clouds. Then he say loudly to all the gils, Niagra fall's sound is much more than 10 supersonic plane's sonud. pls keep quit, now shall we hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's Corner:&lt;br /&gt;      From the next publish, i decide to post some use full computer tips and some copy of e-books. I have 7.5 Gb of e-books. Those who are interested to get, pls come with ur hard disk. Editorials and tips are invited from you to          &lt;font color="jebastin"&gt;jebastinjohn@yahoo.co.in&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is my brother's school day stylish photograph with &lt;font color="red"&gt;his&lt;/font&gt; bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/2351/1600/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/2351/320/justin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Do you enjoy this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Jebastin Kasirajan.K.J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23019917-114089922513568395?l=jebastinjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/feeds/114089922513568395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23019917&amp;postID=114089922513568395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/114089922513568395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23019917/posts/default/114089922513568395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebastinjohn.blogspot.com/2006/02/puliangudi.html' title='Puliangudi'/><author><name>Jebastin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383068836958753562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2TzdLkyRVE/SwTii9L0IAI/AAAAAAAACH8/amBbauMy3mc/S220/15112009350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
