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iNote

 

Many times you will require a text editor that looks good, runs on XP, is reasonably fast and feature rich but most importantly light weight. Besides even if you like an editor there will be something not to your liking, say the looks, or the lack of a feature. Wish you could add a feature or two of your choice. Yet you would not like top pay hefty sum of money to the software developing companies. In that case your search should end here. Bringing to you my own open source text editor supporting multiple formats that will fulfill all your needs. In case it doesn’t, just add the feature you want or request me. The best part is that it is free and requires no Herculean configuration.

A screenshot of my iNote in action : -

iNote_by_sarthakganguly

Yes this is a screenshot taken in Windows XP Service Pack 2.

All you have to do to get this running is to have a Windows OS(at least XP) and .NET Framework 3.0

Some Features :

  • Ribbon UI like the Wordpad in Windows Seven
  • Skinnable Interface
  • Spell Checker
  • Easy Find and Replace
  • Transparency selector
  • Zoomer tool
  • Tabbed interface
  • Get maximum skin real estate by minimizing the Ribbon and many more

 Download here  Download

For the source code click here http://sourceforge.net/projects/inotesarthak/files/latest

Mirrors

image        http://download.famouswhy.com/inote/free_download.html

image  http://bstdownload.com/reviews/inote/

image   http://www.softpedia.com/get/Office-tools/Text-editors/iNote.shtml

I know a lot of work remains to be done, but with some help, it will be done. :)

Enjoy!

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