<?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-2778096679356185377</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:20:32.438+05:30</updated><category term='என் வண்ணங்கள்'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='Biodata'/><category term='My stories'/><category term='வணக்கம்'/><category term='my pencil drawings'/><category term='குரல் பதிவு'/><category term='my poems'/><title type='text'>Nanthini's world</title><subtitle type='html'>ஒரு சுட்டிப் பெண்ணின் குட்டி உலகம் (Nanthini's world of imagination, creativity and experiences)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-2057654210018287523</id><published>2011-02-25T21:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:21:59.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>Every morning&lt;br /&gt;When we get up&lt;br /&gt;It starts pouring&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It removes the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And replaces the moon&lt;br /&gt;Which gives me freshness&lt;br /&gt;Till noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts showing&lt;br /&gt;Its anger on us&lt;br /&gt;For Spoiling&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-2057654210018287523?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/2057654210018287523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=2057654210018287523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2057654210018287523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2057654210018287523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2011/02/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-2251239886382194895</id><published>2011-02-25T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:19:48.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>The Wind</title><content type='html'>SHUSH.... SHUSH...Blows the wind&lt;br /&gt;Over the trees&lt;br /&gt;Which shake with happiness&lt;br /&gt;And gives a cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mighty warrior&lt;br /&gt;Or a bravery of nature&lt;br /&gt;It dances around us in&lt;br /&gt;Different postures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-2251239886382194895?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/2251239886382194895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=2251239886382194895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2251239886382194895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2251239886382194895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2011/02/wind.html' title='The Wind'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-6378304146096731300</id><published>2011-02-25T21:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:17:43.220+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Who is intelligent?</title><content type='html'>Once in a kingdom called Sloshnia, there was a king. The king always wanted to keep quests to his subjects. One day he called his Minister and said, "Oh! I am very bored. I am going to keep you all a quest. You go and find 3 artists and bring them here." The Ministers brought back three artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King said to them, "You have to draw on a topic. The best one will be given one thousand gold coins". The topic was "The Great". The artists started drawing. When they completed the king went and saw the paintings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one had painted the King. The king asked "Why have you painted me?". The first artist said , "You are very clever and powerful. That is why I drew you". The king was pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the second artists picture. He had drawn his Kingdom. The King asked him why je had painted that. The artist said , "With you wisdom you rule very will. The Kingdom has become great. That is why I drew it".  The king was pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the third artist. It was blank. The king asked , "Why is it blank?". The artist answered, "Your majesty! Nothing is greater than God. He created us and he is everywhere". The King rewarded the third artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-6378304146096731300?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/6378304146096731300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=6378304146096731300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6378304146096731300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6378304146096731300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-is-intelligent-once-in-kingdom.html' title='Who is intelligent?'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-4569155934867805764</id><published>2010-01-26T18:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:28:01.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The Golden Deer</title><content type='html'>Once there was a hunter. He went to he forest for hunting. One day he caught a golden deer. The deer said, "Oh! My dear hunter, please let me go. I will give you gold in return". The hunter said , "No need of you to give me gold. I am happy to free you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had freed the deer, it took him to a cave. There were lots of gold there. The deer said, "You can take howmuch ever you want. But howmuch ever you take, the trace of me will go away!!!". The hunter was very kind. He took just the size of the tip of a needle. The deer said, "You are very kind and you can take all the gold". By this he became very rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His elder brother came to know of this. He caught the same deer and it took him to the cave. He took all the gold and said to the deer, "This is not enough. I am going to take you also". Thje deer said "Your are so rude. You will become a gold statue and be here for ever." He turned into gold and in my story he is still in the cave of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17rWMbIV0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NQcbNZYKQGs/s1600-h/deer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17rWMbIV0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NQcbNZYKQGs/s320/deer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431036967180064578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deer Deer&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come here&lt;br /&gt;And play with me&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;I will give you &lt;br /&gt;Fruit and Vegetable too&lt;br /&gt;That will make you&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-4569155934867805764?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/4569155934867805764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=4569155934867805764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4569155934867805764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4569155934867805764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2010/01/golden-deer.html' title='The Golden Deer'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17rWMbIV0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NQcbNZYKQGs/s72-c/deer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-2511974493306373367</id><published>2010-01-26T18:23:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:28:22.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The haughty pea's story</title><content type='html'>Once there lived a pea. He used to tell a story to another pea and ask a riddle from the story. If they don't answer it, he would cut them with his sharp stem. None was able to answer him. He would tell a story to whoever is near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peas had a meeting one day. They decided that the smartest one should answer the riddle and teach him a lesson. So they selected an intelligent pea and made him hang before the pea. The pea saw him and began his story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17oTN6PbJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pbcpyf7jwDE/s1600-h/peas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17oTN6PbJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pbcpyf7jwDE/s320/peas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033617504496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once there lived a girl call Caterina. Everybody call her "Cat". She was very sad with the name and went to the God and prayed. The God appeared before her and asked, "What do you wantmy dear?". Caterina answered, "I want the people who called me Cat to vanish". The wish was granted. When she went out all of the had disappeared. She called the God and asked her to take back the wish&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17oMWzcNMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4luj-y8L2pU/s1600-h/peas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17oMWzcNMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4luj-y8L2pU/s320/peas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033499632809154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this the pea stopped and asked the moral of the story. The smart pea said "Think twice before you do or ask something". The questioning pea was amazed. He was ready to get his head cut. But all other peas told him to be nice to others. The questinoning pea was ahamed and henceforth became a nice pea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-2511974493306373367?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/2511974493306373367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=2511974493306373367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2511974493306373367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2511974493306373367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2010/01/haughty-peas-story.html' title='The haughty pea&apos;s story'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/S17oTN6PbJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pbcpyf7jwDE/s72-c/peas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-3296540717637917161</id><published>2009-12-01T20:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:18:36.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Semi and the Cherry King</title><content type='html'>Semi was a small girl. She lived in a village near Pondicherry. She liked cherries very much. She wanted to eat cherry always. One day when she was playing in her garded, she saw a cherry plant. She was veery happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought, "Oh! I have a cherry plant and so I can eat cherry daily". So, she started to eat the cherries. This plant really belonged to the cheery king and there was a problem in his Kingdom. He and his subjects believed that only the magical Cherry Princess could save them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that at daytime, stones were falling into their Kingdom. It hurt he people. The King wanted to find the Princess. So, when he saw Semi he thought "May be she is the Princess. Let me test her". So he went and talked to her about his Kingdom, him, the Princess and his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi asked the King what she should do. The King said, "Go inside the woods. You will find a cherry plant. In that, choose the ripest cherry and bring it to me". Saying this he disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed the instructions and brought the ripest cherry. When the cherry king saw the cherry, he asked Semi to eat it. When she ate it she began to shrink. She was turning into the cherry Princess. She wanted to find out who was throwing the stomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At daytime, she was out of the bush and was sitting in the sand so that she could see who was throwing the stomes. After sometime a boy was standing near the bush. It was Semi's younger brother, Martin, He was the one who was throwing the stones while playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the cherry King and said what she saw. She asked him to turn her inti her normal size so that she could help. So King changed her into a girl. Then she asked her brother not to throw stones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom was saved. The King thanked Semi and said that she could visit anytime she wanted to. As a gift, he gave her a bowl and said , "When you say "Start", cherries will start coming and when you say "stop" it will stop. Semi thanked the King and went home happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-3296540717637917161?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/3296540717637917161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=3296540717637917161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/3296540717637917161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/3296540717637917161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/12/semi-and-cherry-king-semi-was-small.html' title='Semi and the Cherry King'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-678656758973031039</id><published>2009-12-01T19:51:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:06:00.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Princess Elena  meets her GodMother - Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-i-tonic.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-2-elenas-birth.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-3-broken-promise.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years passed happily without any trouble. The pricess was very beautiful. One day when the Princess went to her Friend's party, the King and Queen were at the palace, Rexona appeared before them and said, "oh! Foolish Queen, you didn;t even realize that I am the one who is trying to kill your child. If your child had gone to the GodMother's cottage she must have realized her powers and would have killed me. But, you stopped her from doing so. Thank you. Now I am going to capture you and soon I will kill her and rule over the world. Ha! Ha! Ha!Ha! She took hold of them and disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the castle disappeared except a servant who had gone to collect berries. When Princess Elena came back, she was surprised to see that none were there except the servant. The servant told Elena what had happened. Elena did not say a word and started to search for Rexona hastily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started running towards the dark Forest. While going she saw a small cottage. She was very tired and decided to rest for a while in the cottage. She knocked the door and out came an old lady carrying a broomstick. She was very worried but the moment she saw Elena she was happy. She fed Elena and made her a comfortable bed and was very kind to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning , Elena said that she is leaving. The woman said, "If you want to destroy Rexona you need my help. Just think of me and I will be there". She went inside her cottage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the Next chapter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-678656758973031039?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/678656758973031039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=678656758973031039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/678656758973031039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/678656758973031039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess-elena-meets-her-godmother.html' title='Princess Elena  meets her GodMother - Chapter 4'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-79674839849768643</id><published>2009-08-17T21:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:32:00.300+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Princess Elena (Chapter 3 - The Broken Promise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-i-tonic.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-2-elenas-birth.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what Rexona told, the queen forgot her promise made to the GodMother. She cannot be without her child for a day. At this time Rexona was haapy that her plan had been successful. Meanwhile the GodMother was getting ready to take Elena to her cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GodMother asked the Queen, if she can take Elena now.The Queen answered, "Dear Fairy GodMother, I want her to stay with me. She has to live in a palace only. Please donot take her". The GodMother did not say a word and left the palace hurted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the party was done, Rexona again appeared before the Queen and said, "Oh! So you believed me. Thank you Queen" and she again vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-79674839849768643?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/79674839849768643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=79674839849768643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/79674839849768643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/79674839849768643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-3-broken-promise.html' title='Princess Elena (Chapter 3 - The Broken Promise)'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-2713297677224536310</id><published>2009-08-17T21:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:24:06.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Princess Elena (Chapter 2 - Elena's Birth)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-i-tonic.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen drinks the tonic and gives birth to girl child. Since she was born in Excelena. she was named Elena. Elena was a very intelligent and playful girl. She loved playing with water. She was only a year old, but was very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her first birthday, the GodMother came to take Elena to her cottage. At that time Rexona appeared before the Queen. Rexona knew that Elena had powers and she is only going to kill her. The GodMother can make her realize her powers at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rexoa said to the queen, "My dear queen, your child is very cute and she is also a Princess. How can you send her to a GodMother who lives in a cottage? You keep her with you Queen". Saying so, she vanishes.The Queen gets very confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-2713297677224536310?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/2713297677224536310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=2713297677224536310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2713297677224536310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2713297677224536310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-2-elenas-birth.html' title='Princess Elena (Chapter 2 - Elena&apos;s Birth)'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-6836296955227325691</id><published>2009-08-17T21:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:13:31.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Princess Elena (Chapter I - The Tonic)</title><content type='html'>In a far away land named Exelena there lived a king and a queen. They lived happily since they had all they wanted. But, their only worry was that they did not have a child. So, they decided to visit their Kingdom's fairy GodMother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy GodMother said, "I will give you a tonic. If you drink it you will get a baby girl. But, till she is 12 she has to be with me. The King and the Queen agreed. "As you have to enjoy your kid, she can be with you for a year. Then I will take her with me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-6836296955227325691?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/6836296955227325691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=6836296955227325691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6836296955227325691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6836296955227325691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-elena-chapter-i-tonic.html' title='Princess Elena (Chapter I - The Tonic)'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-4861206013429727369</id><published>2009-07-27T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:49:40.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Little Reena and the tigress</title><content type='html'>Once in India there lived a girl called Reena. She was very intelligent and kind. She liked helping people and also adventures. She daily used to go to meet her friend in the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai Friends", I am Reena. Do you know that I have a friend tigress? Her name is Leela. Do you know how I met her? What? You don't know!!! Let me tell you the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day I was going to the woods to get some firewood. When I was at the middle of the wood I heard someone crying. When I was at the middle of the wood I heard someone crying.  When I went towards that direction I saw a tiger cub crying. It was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad for the cub. My parents won't let me keep it. So with the woods I have collected I made a shelter for it. I was happy then. I called the cub Leela. I said to her that I will meet her daily. She grew into a Tigress soon. After 6 months when I was going to see Leela, I heard some men talking about hunting tigers. They were from England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard them, I wanted to warn Leela. I went and said to Leela what I heard. But what could Leela do?She can't run through the country to anyother country. So it was up to me. I saw the men laying a trap. I soon understood how the trap works. They dug a pit, then put a cage into it and covered it with leaves and sand. They kept a rabbit on top of it so that when a tiger comes to eat the rabbit it would fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea. I found Leela and told her to act as if she was caught by me. We went to the place where the trap was laid. At the end of the trap I stood and Leela acted as I told her to. Then I called out "Uncle, I have caught a tiger". The hunters were so excited that they didn't notice the trap. They fell into it. I asked then "Will you ever hurt any animal". They replied "no" I helped them out and they went back to England promisisng me that they will never hurt any animal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I got a friend. Oh!!! It is late. I have to go and meet Leela. Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-4861206013429727369?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/4861206013429727369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=4861206013429727369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4861206013429727369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4861206013429727369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-reena-and-tigress.html' title='Little Reena and the tigress'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-6150602178163063931</id><published>2009-04-27T23:02:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:43:01.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='என் வண்ணங்கள்'/><title type='text'>என் வண்ண ஓவியங்கள்</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/Sf8iBGhEUcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ojqtjZlscCU/s1600-h/pic19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/Sf8goO9xlwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YAlP5NIAwT0/s400/pic1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332016359414011650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-6150602178163063931?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/6150602178163063931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=6150602178163063931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6150602178163063931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6150602178163063931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='என் வண்ண ஓவியங்கள்'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/Sf8iBGhEUcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ojqtjZlscCU/s72-c/pic19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-1799623201434504544</id><published>2009-04-27T22:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:09:10.275+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my pencil drawings'/><title type='text'>pencil drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SfXsBOa6DfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jFgKgPWG0H0/s1600-h/nanthini_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SfXsBOa6DfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jFgKgPWG0H0/s400/nanthini_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329425239857827314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-1799623201434504544?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/1799623201434504544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=1799623201434504544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1799623201434504544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1799623201434504544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/04/pencil-drawings.html' title='pencil drawings'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SfXsBOa6DfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jFgKgPWG0H0/s72-c/nanthini_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-1116504714221963400</id><published>2009-03-20T19:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:02:18.099+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>Ms Lily's son</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song written by me and Sanjana akka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lily had a baby&lt;br /&gt;His name was Tiny Tin&lt;br /&gt;She put him in a bucket&lt;br /&gt;To see what he could do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate up all the soap&lt;br /&gt;And he drank up all the water&lt;br /&gt;He tried to eat the bucket&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't do so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lily called the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;With the Nurse&lt;br /&gt;And she called the Lady&lt;br /&gt;With the Alligator purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In came the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;With the Nurse&lt;br /&gt;And came the Lady &lt;br /&gt;With the Alligator purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Feverish"&lt;/em&gt; said the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sinus"&lt;/em&gt; said the Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tonsils"&lt;/em&gt; said the Lady&lt;br /&gt;With the Alligator purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take care"&lt;/em&gt; said the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See you"&lt;/em&gt; said the Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bye Bye"&lt;/em&gt; said the Lady&lt;br /&gt;With the Alligator purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out went the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;With the Nurse&lt;br /&gt;And went the Lady&lt;br /&gt;With the Alligator purse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-1116504714221963400?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/1116504714221963400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=1116504714221963400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1116504714221963400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1116504714221963400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-lilys-son.html' title='Ms Lily&apos;s son'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-5348489750962304002</id><published>2009-02-02T18:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:00:00.722+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Our GA</title><content type='html'>I have lots of things to share from new year, but not getting time. But, i have to tell about our GA. Each time we have GA (General Assembly) every class will have to do some performance on GA. This is from this year for our class. Already we had done a GA. I did a prayer song and a keyboard note on "We shall overcome..". Then came the fun. My friend was to sing the "I am a barbie girl..." song and she got nervous. She called out "Nanthini ... continue". God!! I had only been watching the rehearsal and I had to take over. I sang the song and it came out well. This GA, I told her to not be nervous, as I myself shall be dancing for her song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our G.A it was a great day. We parctised hard. Only some of them were in G.A but it was good. I was in all the programs except the gymnastic. I t was very hard work because we had to change dresses several times. In our GA we had a prayer song by ne and my friend. Next we had a Indian dance. It became a comedy as they forgot one stap and they sat in "araimandi" and in "mulumandi" like doing an excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our gymnastic. Then we did our western dance. Everyone said they liked it. They all tried a step we had done , but they couldn't. I sang a barbie song. It took a little bit to change for western dance. We ended the program by singing a prayer song.  Everyone said that our G.A was good. Some of the akkas said that it was impossible for them to change the dress so quick. I loved the G.A  and the day. I wish I could have the same G.A day again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-5348489750962304002?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/5348489750962304002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=5348489750962304002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5348489750962304002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5348489750962304002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-ga.html' title='Our GA'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-7166947301790262588</id><published>2009-01-31T11:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:36:02.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The lion and the five friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We had to write a story on "Unity is strength" in our school. I forgot the date and never thought about the story. Suddenly, yesterday it was the date to write and I wrote this story on the spot with title "Always together". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a town named Rangapur five friends named Raj, Amar, Sam, Ram and Kumar lived. They were good hunters. Daily they would go to the dark forest for hunting. They would daily capture an animal or two and leave it in the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wou each get 200 rupees. But they also wanted t make the people happy. So after their hunting they would gather in the royal stage and acta as clowns. Everyone in the town were happy until one day a lion escaped from the zoo. The lion would eat anyone who went across the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five friends saw that people were unhappy. They wanted to make them happy and anyway they were hunters. So they went to the forest to hunt the animal. They saw the lion resting in the cave. When it woke up it saw the hunters. It tried to attack them but they were fighting together. The lion was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends went back to the town. They were happy as they have made the people happy. They continued their work of hunting and acting to make people happy. They received their reward of one thousand rupees and were very happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-7166947301790262588?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/7166947301790262588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=7166947301790262588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/7166947301790262588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/7166947301790262588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/01/lion-and-five-friends.html' title='The lion and the five friends'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-1732187818067753979</id><published>2009-01-31T11:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:18:22.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The lost fairy</title><content type='html'>One day me, my sister and mu friend Nikitha were playing. My parents came and said that, "Children we are going to a function. You stay at home. Lock the door and be safe. Don't watch too much T.V. Instead clean your room",  and they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring to clean our rooms. So we started watching the T.V. It was 8:00 p.m and we were watching the show "Winx club" and to our surprise the fairy in the T.V came out. We were scared first, but then we became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy said that her name was Flora and she had come from the cloud kingdom. She begged us to take her there. But, we said that we don't have the power to fly. She gave us wings. We all went to the cloud kingdom. On ur way we found the bad fairy. We came to the cloud kingdom without her noticing us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairies in cloud kingdom thanked us and as our reward the queen fairy gave us a power of cleaning for an hour. We went back home and used the power to clean our rooms and the house was clean. Then our parents came home and appreciated us for cleaning the rooms. But, who knows that we met a new friend and she helped us cleaning. We wished she could visit as again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: There is no moral intended in the story. It is just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-1732187818067753979?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/1732187818067753979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=1732187818067753979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1732187818067753979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/1732187818067753979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-fairy.html' title='The lost fairy'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-6635354911239410494</id><published>2009-01-06T21:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:43:30.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The three foolish friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you a story of three friends who met their end with their wish fulfilled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, three friends named Bikku, Dikku and Tikku lived in a village. These men were foolish. They wanted to see a lion. So, they set out to the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not know how to build a tent and so they hid behind a bush at night. The whole day , they searched the forest but could not find a lion. The next day when they went searching for a lion, they found one sleeping inside a cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so happy that they didn't even think a minute. They ran to the lion and woke it up. The lion was woken up. It was so angry that it ate them up and had a good meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the three foolish friends but they were the first three to see a lion in their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: &lt;em&gt;Think before you leap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-6635354911239410494?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/6635354911239410494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=6635354911239410494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6635354911239410494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/6635354911239410494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-foolish-friends.html' title='The three foolish friends'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-629138071933381701</id><published>2008-12-19T20:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:12:55.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biodata'/><title type='text'>From my U.K.G Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;U.K.G(2004-2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is verymuch interested in Indian Music and Veda. She enjoys to recite rhymes. She is very much particular in submitting a neat work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Term &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smart , enthusiastic and well mannered child who is eager to learn new concepts. She makes a sincere attempt to do her best in all the areas of learning. She comprehends well and is clear and concise in her expression. She is able to recognise sight words and read the sentences very fluently, but needs help while narrating stories. She enjoys taking part in all the class activities and oral discussions. She shares a lot of information with her peers. A good student. She is excellent in dance and in Indian music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II Term&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has performed very well this term in all the areas of learning. she has a good grasp of concept, basic operation and is able to form words and sentences well. She is good at sight words and reading sentences too. However she needs to improve her vocabulary while interacting with her teachers and peer group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III Term&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini shows a lot of interest in learning and she is particular in presenting very neat work in her written assignments. She is able to read well but is yet to improve her pronunciation. She is able to do the Maths assignments also well. A helpful and a friendly child who comes forward to talk to her friends and teachers, but she needs to improve in spoken Englsh. She is very good at drawing and colouring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-629138071933381701?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/629138071933381701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=629138071933381701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/629138071933381701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/629138071933381701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-my-u.html' title='From my U.K.G Records'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-5609590144888553788</id><published>2008-12-19T19:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:02:31.249+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biodata'/><title type='text'>From my L.K.G Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;L.K.G (2003-2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini is very good at drawing and colouring. She enjoys making models and coloring. She enjoys all aspects of learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Term:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini is an obedient and self-disciplined child who takes great pride in presenting neat and tidy work. She is also sincere and very patient in doing any activity. She comprehends English quite well and has started in the same but habitually lapses into Tamil. She listens to stories with great interest but is yet to narrate the same in English. Her finger control and eye-hand co-ordination are par excellence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II Term&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini comprehends English quite well and has started inititing conversation in the same. She does well in number work, alphabet recognition and in thinking skills. Her finger control and eye-hand co-ordination is extremely good. She has good recitation and recalling ability. A smart child who has shown good improvement in this term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III Term&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini is an obedient child and an earnest one too. Her salient features are her neat presentation of work, yielding readily nature and spontaneous response. Shes is very good in number work, alphabet recognition and in thinking skills too. She recites all the rhymes taught in the class with good actions, intonations and articulations. She narrates stories with good expressions and she accentuates herself to narrate them in English. The overall performance of the child is excellent. Keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-5609590144888553788?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/5609590144888553788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=5609590144888553788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5609590144888553788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5609590144888553788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-my-lkg-records.html' title='From my L.K.G Records'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-155233004569172377</id><published>2008-12-19T19:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:39:32.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biodata'/><title type='text'>From my mom's records</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BORN&lt;/strong&gt;  -  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST 15th 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(3.5kg) 11:32 p.m Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAMED&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 13th 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(4:00 p.m) Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TRAVEL &lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER 13th 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TO MADURAI Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;குப்புற விழுந்தது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER 22nd 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;AT MADURAI (5:00 p.m) Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;சோறு ஊட்டியது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER 27th 1999 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;AT GURUVAYUR Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;முகம் பார்த்தது &lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY 14th 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;உட்கார்ந்தது&lt;/strong&gt;  - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY 7th 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;பேசியது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRAURAY 29th 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tuesday (ஆத்தாத்தாத்தா)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;தவழ முயற்சித்தது &lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 13th 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;கட்டிலைப் பிடித்து நின்றது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;மொட்டை அடித்து காது குத்தியது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY 21st 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;பனையடிப்பட்டி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;தனித்து நின்றது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 5th &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"மா" என்று அழைத்தது &lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 13th 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;நடந்தது&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 15th 2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-155233004569172377?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/155233004569172377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=155233004569172377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/155233004569172377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/155233004569172377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-my-moms-records.html' title='From my mom&apos;s records'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-7959154567849978515</id><published>2008-12-12T21:58:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:15:20.409+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>The old Bungalow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you a story about a girl who did not listen to her Mother and Father and didn't believe in notices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Once there was a girl called Anita.  She lived with her parents at the village which was situated at the hill top.  Anita was a clever girl.  But she did not listen to her parents and didn't trust notices.  In the village there was an old bungalow.  No one lived in it and no one entered it.  Anita's parents had told her not to enter the bungalow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One day she went to play with her friends.  When she saw that her friends have not yet come, she decided to visit the old bungalow.  When she went inside, she started to explore the rooms and things.  She thought that she can go back and come afterwards.  But she couldn't stop exploring.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     She came to a room where an old man was lying tired and hungry.  She went inside and asked him, "Sir you look tired and hungry please take some water of mine and some food".  The old man ate the food and drank some water and said, "Thank you child..if you need anything, come to me and I will give it".  She said "Thank you sir..I must go now..Bye".  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Then she went to a room which was shut.  She tried to open it but she couldn't.  So she thought she can explore it at the last.  When she came to it at last, the door opened.  When she went inside, she saw scary things.  She got a little bit scared.  Then she saw something weird.  A notice showed "&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT OPEN THIS BOX&lt;/strong&gt;".  But she wanted to see what was in it.  So she opened it and out of the box came a bad hearted magician.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       He said "Ha a girl..how cute are you..I am going to give you as a dinner to a giant pet".  And out of the box came the big giant.  But before it would fully come out, there came the old man whom she had helped from the entrance of the room.  He had magical powers.  He pushed the giant and its master inside the box and locked it.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Anita said, "If you had not come, I would have been the dinner for the giant now..and from this I understood that we should listen to what our parents say and trust notices".  The old man said.."Ha Ha..okay..Don't you want to play with your friends..They will be waiting for you..Bye..".  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       When she went and told her friends, they didn't believe a word.  But from that day onwards, she listened to her parents and trusted notices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-7959154567849978515?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/7959154567849978515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=7959154567849978515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/7959154567849978515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/7959154567849978515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-bungalow.html' title='The old Bungalow'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-4205860829679233265</id><published>2008-12-02T11:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:23:25.409+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='குரல் பதிவு'/><title type='text'>My composition</title><content type='html'>This is my own composition of my own song "The swing". Thanx chittappa for recording this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #eee   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100" height="100" src="http://res1.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/singing.swf" flashvars="theUrl=http://fb.esnips.com/doc/6350678e-f11c-4464-828c-707c4dd01995/Nandhu-Own-Comp/?widget=flash_singing"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px;" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fb.esnips.com/doc/6350678e-f11c-4464-828c-707c4dd01995/Nandhu-Own-Comp/?widget=flash_singing"&gt;Nandhu Own Comp.wa...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-4205860829679233265?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/4205860829679233265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=4205860829679233265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4205860829679233265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/4205860829679233265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-composition.html' title='My composition'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-8596644749639814648</id><published>2008-11-26T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:18:15.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My stories'/><title type='text'>Don't blame others</title><content type='html'>One day I was eating my breakfast with my friend Prathiksha.She was staying with me for a week.My mother gives us daily a bowl full of vegetables or fruits.Today my mother gave a bowl of vegetables and it was mixed with spinach,radish,onions and  tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   My friend hated these the most. Even I didn't like them, but I had to eat them because my mother had said they are good for your eyes and your health. So I finished it but my friend didn't like it. So she pushed her bowl near my plate when I went to put my bowl in the sink and my mother didn't look. When I came back my mother scolded me for not eating my vegetables and appreciated my friend.  I said to my mother that it was not my bowl but she didn't listen.  &lt;br /&gt;   When my friend saw me crying and my mother scolding me, she stood up and said, "Aunty, she ate her vegetables and I didn't eat mine.  I didn't like it so I lied that it was her's.. Sorry Aunty.  Sorry Nandhu".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said, "It is OK Prathiksha.  Don't do this again Prathiksha.  Look, because of your fault I scolded her".  &lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Aunty, I won't do it again".  &lt;br /&gt;Good now eat your vegetables. "&lt;br /&gt;"Ok aunty"&lt;br /&gt;"Remember don't blame others for your fault. You can get others into trouble."&lt;br /&gt;" OK I will not do it again aunty. This time after I finish my vegetables we will go and play outside Nandhu . Really this time I will only eat it and I won't say a lie that I ate it and you didn't " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody laughed "Ha..Ha..Ha..".&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of the great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not blame others for your fault.  You can get others into trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-8596644749639814648?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/8596644749639814648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=8596644749639814648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/8596644749639814648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/8596644749639814648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-blame-others.html' title='Don&apos;t blame others'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-2746490003378393472</id><published>2008-11-19T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:13:21.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>My First Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SSu6gAA6tOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y5sYCOKhR68/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SSu6gAA6tOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y5sYCOKhR68/s400/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272512847689725154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இது என்னோட முதல் Poem. போன வருஷம் ஏலகிரில ஊஞ்சல் ஆடினப்ப பாடினது...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SWING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP IN THE SKY&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRDS FLY&lt;br /&gt;AND WE ALSO&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO GO&lt;br /&gt;UP IN THE SKY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE CAN’T&lt;br /&gt;AS IT IS SO HIGH&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST WAY TO GO …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWING IN THE SWING HIGH&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE…&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU SWING HIGH&lt;br /&gt;YOU FEEL LIKE GOING TO THE SKY…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-2746490003378393472?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/2746490003378393472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=2746490003378393472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2746490003378393472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/2746490003378393472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-poem.html' title='My First Poem'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SSu6gAA6tOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y5sYCOKhR68/s72-c/DSC00424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-5740134569547859638</id><published>2008-11-13T22:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:01:45.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='குரல் பதிவு'/><title type='text'>என் குரல்</title><content type='html'>நான் போன வருஷம் சும்மா ஒரு பாட்டு போட்டிக்கு குரல் பதிவு செய்தேன். அதை இப்ப ப்ளாக்ல போடறேன். &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #eee   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100" height="100" src="http://res1.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/equalizer.swf" flashvars="theUrl=http://www.esnips.com/doc/8fe8d236-5720-468f-bace-85ccaaa1c8ff/nanthini_songs/?widget=flash_equalizer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px;" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/8fe8d236-5720-468f-bace-85ccaaa1c8ff/nanthini_songs/?widget=flash_equalizer"&gt;nanthini_songs.wav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-5740134569547859638?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/5740134569547859638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=5740134569547859638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5740134569547859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/5740134569547859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_13.html' title='என் குரல்'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778096679356185377.post-3107901031684855394</id><published>2008-11-06T20:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:22:14.172+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='வணக்கம்'/><title type='text'>வணக்கம்</title><content type='html'>ஹலோ நான் நந்தினி. எனக்கு இப்ப 10 வயது நடக்குது. என் பிறந்த நாள் சுதந்திர தின நாள். அம்மா ப்ளாக் பத்தி சொன்னாங்க. நானும் கதை சொல்லுவேன், poem எல்லாம் எழுதுவேன். அம்மா இதெல்லாம் எழுதி தூக்கி எறியாமல் பத்திரமா ப்ளாக்ல போட்டு வை அப்படினு சொன்னாங்க. அதான் நானும் எழுதறேன்.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778096679356185377-3107901031684855394?l=nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/feeds/3107901031684855394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778096679356185377&amp;postID=3107901031684855394' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/3107901031684855394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778096679356185377/posts/default/3107901031684855394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nandhu-sudhanthira.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='வணக்கம்'/><author><name>அமுதா</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715174879103713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9a4V7jMHgk/SKPwhNU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-6KyZlheTus/s1600-R/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
