<?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-28003552</id><updated>2011-09-25T13:11:03.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams To Reach Infinity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-7513484622685684796</id><published>2010-12-28T06:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:06:42.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Food Mela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a food mela was going on. The table cloth was white in color and the food were served by Chinese people with utmost politeness. At the corner store there were no one to taste the food. I went there and she gave me a plate with some cream colored noodles like food. I tasted it but felt that little bit salt is more required. But I can't say it as the amount of salt to be put in the food differ from people to people. Then she gave me some red colored food in  which chilly was the main ingredient. That was really good but the amount of chilly could have more. This time I told her what I felt. Then I went to the next store where nothing was present. That was just a show, nothing special. After finishing one round of visit to all stores, I again came to the Chinese store. This time there were so many people. There was a long queue to taste their food. I couldn't stop from waking up when I heard Shreya crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-7513484622685684796?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/7513484622685684796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=7513484622685684796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/7513484622685684796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/7513484622685684796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinese-food-mela.html' title='Chinese Food Mela'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-2894160671586060628</id><published>2010-10-03T07:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:07:08.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is build.xml?</title><content type='html'>My headache pushed me to bed and had a sleep. I was thinking where is this build.xml file. Oh! God how will I find it? Do I need to search outside me? Outside me? What does that mean? It means I am WEB-INF folder. I was wearing a yellow dress. Why yellow? I guess it is because in Windows most of the folders are yellow in color by default. I was turning my head around in clock wise direction. That was a manual search of the file build.xml. I saw every thin in WEB-INF only. What about folders outside me? I will have to jump to see over the wall.Somehow I saw 'build' folder but can't see any one inside it. I was very much worried. Before I could search more, Ambily woke me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-2894160671586060628?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/2894160671586060628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=2894160671586060628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/2894160671586060628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/2894160671586060628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-is-buildxml.html' title='Where is build.xml?'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-6374518611978147604</id><published>2010-03-29T10:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:12:57.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>War, Flood and Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw, at the technopark back gate, there is a huge traffic jam. The main cause for the issue is an elephant that was brought for the client visit in UST Global. Also it was heavily raining. No one can even hold the umbrella straight. Since technopark is at very hilly region, I can see in the sea, 8-10 pillars are raised each of same height. Each pillar is connect to each other like a bridge. There is some hut like construction at the top of each pillar. Missiles are mounted in the hut at the top of the pillar. One person is holding a fire for igniting the missiles. All these were happening far away which I saw piercing the fog, mist and rain. At the technopark gate the elephant is made to move backward and got some space there by reducing the traffic. I walked along the steeping downwards lane near the back gate and saw Ambily. I told her she can stay at my home for that day if she cannot reach home because of the heavy rain. She said she can manage. We went to the class room which was situated opposite to the UST's new building(leela building). We sat on a bench and she has written some thing like this in a register "xxxxxx" in red ball pen. Then we talked for some more time. I was surprised to note that both of us were bachelors at that time.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-6374518611978147604?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/6374518611978147604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=6374518611978147604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/6374518611978147604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/6374518611978147604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/03/war-flood-and-traffic-jam.html' title='War, Flood and Traffic Jam'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-1036505921173786642</id><published>2010-03-29T10:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:40:19.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sound Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw our Anand Kausik was about to perform a fusion concert at Tagore theatre. Yaksan also was present. The curtain got raised but for sound testing. I told him i can check the balancing of the sound.. So I went out of the stage and went to audience space. At that moment current supply has gone. Oooohhhh!! What will we do now. After  some time it came back. Then i again went to the audience region. Then Kausik thought of bring the generator. Some one called me before I could finish the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-1036505921173786642?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/1036505921173786642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=1036505921173786642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/1036505921173786642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/1036505921173786642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/03/sound-balance.html' title='Sound Balance'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-4846339639432458968</id><published>2010-03-22T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:46:42.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wheeled Chairs For Transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I placed the yellow plate on the yellow small chair. I sat on it. Oh!!!, it is wheeled. I can move forward after sitting on it. Though it is not having any speed, it  can still be used for transportation to go to office. I went from portico to our front blue gate. It worked fine. Later I saw the yellow plate which was my seat and the wheel, is missing. It was taken by Mohan lal. He is not seen any where also. So immediate fixing was required. So I went to Raju annan's shed and found extra plate and wheel. I saw newly constructed bath room there. So I decided to urinate there. I have done it happily and came home with new seat and wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-4846339639432458968?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/4846339639432458968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=4846339639432458968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/4846339639432458968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/4846339639432458968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheeled-chairs-for-transportation.html' title='Wheeled Chairs For Transportation'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-8626138154574831307</id><published>2010-03-22T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:29:29.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mountaineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went for a mountaineering. There were red wall like mountains. There were in between spaces for spotting the shoes for gripping, still it was very dangerous. I didn't feel any smell of fear at all. I saw divya kuzhiyil, sajjad and many more people on the ground. Ambily was walking around the wal avoiding the climbing.I reached the top. On the other side it was very beautiful scenery with lake in blue color and many trees. The wall had an extension and I saw a sun shade there on the other side. I saw a golden colored 'vilakk'(lamp) placed at the extreme point of the sun shade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-8626138154574831307?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/8626138154574831307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=8626138154574831307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8626138154574831307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8626138154574831307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/03/mountaineering.html' title='Mountaineering'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-4478486710667163589</id><published>2010-03-19T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:41:12.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Test Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was very much frustrated for I don't know the answer for even one question. That was a math testpaper and the question was multiplication of two nummbers each containing atleast 8 to 10 digits. Mithu was sitting next to me and she was writting and writting when everi look at her. I was wondering what to write. I am not getting any answer. I was looking here and there. The person who conducted the exam was non other than Valsala kunjamma. She was simply standing near the black board, not saying any thing. Too much of worrying made me to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-4478486710667163589?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/4478486710667163589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=4478486710667163589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/4478486710667163589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/4478486710667163589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2010/03/test-paper.html' title='Test Paper'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-7109886009961303212</id><published>2009-10-28T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:28:35.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uh!!!! My Leg</title><content type='html'>I saw i was walking and struck with a step. My God!!! It hurt me very much. The impact was strong enough to wake me up with a shake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-7109886009961303212?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/7109886009961303212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=7109886009961303212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/7109886009961303212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/7109886009961303212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-my-leg.html' title='Uh!!!! My Leg'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-8749164491262768575</id><published>2009-10-01T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:34:29.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bike Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my second sleep, i was riding my unicorn bike with more than 60kmphr near the killippaalam junction turning. Then one old man in his bicycle came in the wrong direction against me. I struck with him on some sides. He fell down and i was flying in air witht he bike. When i was in air i saw that guy lying on the ground. Then i reached ground witht he bike. I stood my leg firmly on the ground so that i won't get hurt. I told him its okay nothing happened to me and so he can go. When i came near him, he is not at all standing from the ground. I know nothing happened to him but still he is lying as if some thing has happened to him. I know it is for nothing but for money. Then i saw i was telling this story to Anoop of K6. He said okay. Then i woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-8749164491262768575?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/8749164491262768575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=8749164491262768575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8749164491262768575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8749164491262768575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2009/09/bike-accident.html' title='Bike Accident'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-6623286908485309402</id><published>2009-09-22T08:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:11:17.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Googling Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was doing maths with the help of Google in a lap top and Shanku's big Engineering mathematic text book is beside me. Then Raju annan came there and asked me about "scale". It is a text editor. I looked at the index of the big  book which was there. But couldn't find it. He went out. Then i remembered i can get it in google and download it. I went near the lap top which was on the other side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-6623286908485309402?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/6623286908485309402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=6623286908485309402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/6623286908485309402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/6623286908485309402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2009/09/googling-scale.html' title='Googling Scale'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-5354357133357074839</id><published>2009-09-22T08:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:06:15.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maharaja in Technopark</title><content type='html'>I was standing near th lift at ground floor. Then suddenly Sri Chithira Thirunnal Maharaja came in front of me and went in to the lift. I couldn't move my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-5354357133357074839?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/5354357133357074839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=5354357133357074839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/5354357133357074839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/5354357133357074839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2009/09/maharaja-in-technopark.html' title='Maharaja in Technopark'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-9042541408511529338</id><published>2009-02-17T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:39:59.802+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in the down stairs when Manju Chechi came and told about the newly started shopping  come exhibition at some place. We got excited and i old her to get ready so that we can go now itself. She ran to upstairs for getting ready. Amma asked me the time. When I looked at the clock it was 8:50pm. Ohhh!!!! its so late and we are thinking of going for shopping now? I was in dilemma as Ambily already left to upstairs for getting ready. I don't want to tell her that we are not going now as it is too late. She will definitely get disappointed especially because she got ready. I was confused what to tell her, how to tell her. Thank God then some one woke me up. Ha ha, that's Ambily. She helped me in escaping. Thanks to Ambily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-9042541408511529338?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/9042541408511529338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=9042541408511529338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/9042541408511529338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/9042541408511529338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-night-shopping.html' title='Late Night Shopping'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-9004812291749928513</id><published>2008-09-15T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:01:02.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cake Validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every one was excited to cut the cake on my 28th birthday celebration time. Anoop, one of my colleague got the knife. Ok let him cut it. We were 8 people and there was 8 slots on the cake. Each piece of cake was particularly designed for one person. Anoop placed the knife on the first slot for taking his piece of cake. Though he implemented the pressure, it didn't get cut. More than that some message was showing on the side of the knife saying it is invalid slot for that cut. That was strange. When we analysed the cake there was one coating on the top side of the cake. Then we removed the layer like a sheet. He tried again. It was cutting easily but only problem was the cake piece which each of the people got was not the intended one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is similar to the situation of assigning a value to a property without validation. Knife is analogous to the text field in which we enter value. The sheet is equivalent to the validation method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't need to worry at all because...... its only a dream !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-9004812291749928513?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/9004812291749928513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=9004812291749928513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/9004812291749928513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/9004812291749928513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2008/09/cake-validation.html' title='Cake Validation'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-8752339815134871917</id><published>2007-06-30T01:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:19:59.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Test Case and Film Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was somnolent one day when i was  testing the given test cases.I saw some film was going to release, fans of the hero getting ready to throw papers to stimulate the audience as well as themselves. Some one throw a spongy but of some 10cm diameter. i caught like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grabbing&lt;/span&gt; some thing. Suddenly i heard a big knocking sound. I woke up. Thank God, i didn't threw the mouse which i was holding to the monitor, but only struck it on the table firmly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-8752339815134871917?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/8752339815134871917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=8752339815134871917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8752339815134871917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/8752339815134871917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2007/06/test-case-and-film-theatre.html' title='Test Case and Film Theatre'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-2807236284946533244</id><published>2007-06-24T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:18:11.689+05:30</updated><title type='text'>एच्लिप्से विथ सौन्द एफ्फेच्त</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My work load in office has increased. When i slept in the night, i saw i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in eclipse for coding in java. I saw i made a mistake either in the spelling or  as a syntax error, then  the usual red line  with a wave like structure came. But this time a system generated sound "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" is produced.  I thought its  the latest version of Eclipse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; gives the red line showing error but also gives a ping sound indicating the error. When i woke up i realised it s only a dream. Lets hope that the next version of Eclipse be like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-2807236284946533244?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/2807236284946533244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=2807236284946533244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/2807236284946533244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/2807236284946533244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='एच्लिप्से विथ सौन्द एफ्फेच्त'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-115385274362260508</id><published>2006-07-26T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:09:03.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleeping with null dreams are not in my life. I was sleeping fine when suddenly my head struck with the corner of the shelf which was above my head waiting for me to stand. obviusly my head struck with it. It was very painfull that i woke up from that dream.Thank god that was a dream. Otherwise i would have definitely hurt with blood flowage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-115385274362260508?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/115385274362260508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=115385274362260508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/115385274362260508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/115385274362260508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2006/07/damage.html' title='Damage'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-115115159243153572</id><published>2006-06-24T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:49:53.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dead Bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw in our lane some black dressed person is burning dead bodies. All bodies were put as a heep. I can see only  his back side. He is pouring something like kerosene so that it is burnt at a fast rate. But there is no hurry in his behaviour. So cool. There  is no one else in the road. The place of burning was where we used to burn the waste products from different homes in the lane.I was afraid. I don't know what to do. I was the only person seeing this at that  time. I was not enough brave to face that person. There is a cabinet which contains one more dead body which  is to be burnt. He turned back and saw me.My God, i was shocked. The rest i don't know.By this time i woke up. I was happy that was only a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-115115159243153572?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/115115159243153572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=115115159243153572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/115115159243153572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/115115159243153572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-bodies.html' title='Dead Bodies'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-114976340290401165</id><published>2006-06-08T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:13:22.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wars, to end the Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in china,when there were contiuous bombing from the fighter planes.I was terrified. Along with me there were one chinese lady and one boy who already lost every thing.We tried to keep flat in a pit.We saw planes flying above us with high speed. we wanted to die as well as wanted to live. But don't kow to live. Don't know how to escape. Even if escaped, how will we live?,live for whom? May be due to all these questions that the lady with me ran to an open place. I was unable to do any thing. I saw a plane coming  close. Along the sound of bombing, i woke up with a gasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-114976340290401165?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/114976340290401165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=114976340290401165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/114976340290401165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/114976340290401165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2006/06/wars-to-end-sleep.html' title='Wars, to end the Sleep'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28003552.post-114746298443711105</id><published>2006-05-13T01:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:13:04.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let me sleep</title><content type='html'>Inorder to write some thing, first i have to see it in my dream.So let me sleep first.So good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28003552-114746298443711105?l=virtualimages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/feeds/114746298443711105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28003552&amp;postID=114746298443711105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/114746298443711105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28003552/posts/default/114746298443711105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualimages.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-me-sleep.html' title='Let me sleep'/><author><name>Deepu J S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281543844513095271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
