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Virtual Coffee Mornings - Contest 5

A more regular quiz. Thanks, Chen for the questions.


1. Who read the Tamil News bulletin in All India Radio on 15th Aug1947 about India getting independence?


2. Microsoft was in bad shape in 1986. Bill Gates offered a stake inMS to another IT Company, which refused. Which company was that?


3. Who was the first person to make a film on Mahatma Gandhi? (No, it's not Richard Attenborough)


4. This company's share price was traded at Rs. 50,000.00 in BombayStock Exchange in 1865, a record that has not yet been broken. Which company are we talking about?


5. The Chola King Rajendra Chola is also known as 'kadaram kondan'-meaning he won over the city of Kadaram. What is this city called now? (this is googlable. So don't)


6. "It gets dug out of the ground in Africa, or someplace. Then we melt it down, dig another hole, bury it again and pay people to stand around guarding it. It has no utility. Anyone watching from Mars wouldbe scratching their head." - Who said this about what?


7. Name the actor who acted in all three first talkie movies in Hindi,Tamil and Telugu.


8. Identify the groom

9. And one for the one I missed last time. Which blogger signs WA?


Post your answers in the comment box. And don't forget to drop those coins in your coffee mug.

To participate, all you need to do is place a coffee mug (preferably clean) next to your computer. And once you have entered a contest, drop some small change into it. At the end of the week, collect the coins (hopefully some notes too) and send them to LAFTI in India. Here are their bank details.
Name of the Bank : Federal Bank
Address : Thanjavur, Tamilnadu, IndiaSwift Code : FDRL – INBB – IBD
To the Credit of Krishnammal Jagannathan
AccountNumber : SB 5559

If you wish to send cheques, please draw them in favour of Krishnammal Jegannathan and send them to:
LAFTI,
Vinoba Ashram,
Kuthur,
Nagapattinam district,
Tamil Nadu.
INDIA
PINCODE 611 105
You may reach them at 00914366-275443 and 275540. E-mail: laftitngsm@yahoo.co.in

This is part of a series of contests I 'm hosting to raise funds for LAFTI. The organisation will help women buy seeds so they may cultivate their lands within the next 10 days.

Comments

anantha said…
1. Yaaay! I know this :D It's Poornam Viswanathan!

5. Malaysia?

6. This is a quote by Warren Buffet about gold!

7. L.V. Prasad. I think B.Rangan mentioned it on his Iruvar post or something! This was also a question asked in a recent Anna Univ quiz in January when I was in Chennai.

8. That small bit of the groom is a dead give away, even if the bride is not that famous. It's Muthaiah Muralitharan.

9. Engal anbu akka, chennai chikku, witchy avargal ! :D
Nilu said…
Anti missed,

2. IBM
3. AK Chettiar
4. Back Bay Reclamation
Blogeswari said…
Ammani , inda Sunday afternoon Loyola college la meet panni pesara pult matters , 15th August Music academy la moonu moonu pera kootaani la puriyaada bashai la pesara matters la ellam quiz podariye?

Adukku badhila Sathyam theatre vasallayo, enga veetu hall-la doordarshan pathunde naanum enga akkavum pesara matters pathi quiz potta nalla irukkum viz.

1) Who are the two maapillais in DD drama Chinna maapillai, periya maapillai.If anyone (apart from Ammani and her husband) answers this question, I will send double of what I have in my mug as of now, to LAFTA. Idu akka meedu aanai
Nilu said…
By the way, I just went through their website. I think LAFTI is a way to sustain poverty. They seem to complete whatever little the government's flawed policy failed to ruin -- sustaining subsistence farming. This will only stagnate yields, keep the farmer poor and render farming an non-viable profession. Further, they seek contributions for 'organizing' protests. I would have found it funny had I not gone there from Ammani's blog.

I'd encourage people to actually take some sticks and beat them out of existence.
anantha said…
Blogeswari: Heh.. you got it right. But Loyola college days are long past. Loyola kku apparam nadula IIT, then United India Insurance oda Staff training college in Nungambakkam, then again to IIT and now, after being orphaned again, the QFI is meeting this coming weekend at the Veta (formerly Vivekananda Institute) Learning Center in Madley Road, T.Nagar :)

Nilu: I did not miss. I actually got them via Google. But naan nallavan da! And kannu, mudinjadha kudu. Vettiya pesadha ;) hehe
smilie said…
I could get only no 8 rite.

Its muthiah muralidharan(srilankan cricketer) and malar:)

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