One of the best lyrics I heard these days…
siru poovinale vizhunthaal oru then thuliyaai varuvaai
siru sippiyilae vizhunthaal oru muthenevae mazharvaai
payir verinalae vizhunthaal nava thaaniyamaai vilaivaai
en kann vizhikul vizhunthadhinaal kavidhai yaaga mazharnthaai….
I admire the lyricist.. Guess the song 🙂
For those of you who have got a splitting headache trying to make htaccess work on MAC OS x, Relax. I had the same problem till yesterday till I found the silly culprit.
I hope you would have done the below elementary corrections on httpd.conf, but if you still haven’t, I would suggest that you follow the below instructions.
Search for the below text in httpd.conf file, and uncomment these three lines. (You would have to remove the # in front).
#LoadModule rewrite_module modules/mod_rewrite.so
#AddModule mod_rewrite.c
#AccessFilename .htaccess
If you do not find the above lines, add it. Then, search for the text ‘AllowOverride’. Check whether it is set to None or All. If it is set to None, edit and set it to “All”.
Thats all you would have to do if you are working on a windows or a linux based server. Restart the apache server and have fun with Mod Rewrite.
Those working on Mac OS x, you would still need to do one final change.
Change to your /private/etc/httpd/users directory and you would see another conf file. If your username is ‘celia’, it would probably be named as ‘celia.conf’. If you would open the file, you would find that there is another ‘AllowOverride none’ settings there. Change it to ‘AllowOverride All’ and restart the apache webserver. Voila, you are done with the changes.
It seems that the apache that is shipped with MAC OS x does not allow htaccess by default. After doing the above changes, I was able to add mod rewrite rules. I was so overjoyed on the discovery that I thought that this deserved a post though it is a personal blog. Hope this helps someone.
If this still doesn’t help you, may be you can drop a comment here or search in forums. God Save You!!
For my neighbours: sorrry baaa.. romba manda kaanchitanaa.. adhu thaan matter solve aaana odana ore kushi aaayitu..
She used to be very silent.. or so I thought when I first met her. While we, hostelmates, used to chatter non-stop, she would look more like a painting.. and she never came along with us to the mess. We thought that she liked eating alone… It took us one more week to figure out that she didn’t like the rice served and was starving..
Slowly, as we came to know more and more about her, we were surprised at her… Her innocence, her shyness even with girls.. But that was soon a thing of the past. Then, we came to know that she had stood first in XII exams in her district (Pattukottai). Her understanding of B.L.Theraja and how she visualised motors and their connections.. The swiftness with which she used to play carrom.
Whenever there was a misunderstanding, she would be right there.. not to console.. but to ridicule us and tease.. so that after sometime, we would forget that misunderstanding and be wondering who was that miss-understanding.. Life, went on and we parted our ways…Â each of us joined IT companies..
Then the marriage… it was fun.. I never knew that all this happiness and blossom would come to a sudden end. It came as a shock to me when I heard that she had passed away due to post-delivery-complications.. I still am not able to come to terms with it.. I wish that we could get her back.. wish to see her tease us.. wish to see her turning her face away from mess food in disgust…
Why do you do this to us Sundari? I pray, that you rest in peace.. I pray that God give courage and determination to the new father and the infant to cope up with the loss.. I pray that God’s love be abundant on the little one…
Have you ever seen how your blog stats is and what kind of people come to your site? This is one thing that interested me since I started blogging and offlate it is been quite a amusement indeed. Thought that I will share the most searched keywords in my blog 😀
Once upon a time, I thought that ‘bongu’ (cheating) was a favorite word for my brother. We would be playing carrom or cards during summer holidays. Whenever he is in the winning edge, he will tease, smirk and make me cry like mad. But whenever, I am in that same streak, he would immediately throw off his cards or coins, and shake his fist at me yelling ‘bongu’..
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