tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227931063703762142011-12-27T07:08:08.862-08:00This is my mini world where I wish to file my works and thoughts. I don't know whether you can enjoy or digest it. Even I may not at some point of view. Still I enjoy thinking on impossible and writing about Fantacies.Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-82642253996033493952010-12-20T11:13:00.000-08:002011-10-19T03:28:51.971-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="mobile-photo"><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഞാന്‍ അറിയാതെ എന്നെ തേടി വരുന്ന വസന്തം</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഞാന്‍ നിനക്കാതെ എന്നെ പുണരുന്ന സ്നേഹം</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഞാന്‍ ക്ഷണിക്കാതെ വരുന്ന അവസാനത്തെ അതിഥി</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>നിന്‍ വരവിനായ്‌ മാത്രമാണ് ഇനിയെന്‍ ജീവിതം</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>എന്നു നീ എത്തും എന്‍ പ്രിയ തോഴാ?</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>നിന്‍ മാറോടു ചേരുവാന്‍ തുടിക്കുന്നെന്‍ ഉള്ളം</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>നീ എന്നെ പുല്‍കുന്ന സുന്ദര നിമിഷം കാണുവാന്‍</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഇനി എത്ര നാളുകള്‍ കാക്കേണം ഞാന്‍</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1><div><p$1><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/TQ-q-xlLCRI/AAAAAAAAB9E/tHmyqMd1lew/s1600/ropehang-743585.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552844861008972050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/TQ-q-xlLCRI/AAAAAAAAB9E/tHmyqMd1lew/s320/ropehang-743585.jpg" /></a><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><div><p$1><p$1></p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1><p$1></p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1><p$1></p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></div><div><p$1><p$1>ഇടരുന്നെന്‍ കാലടികള്‍ ഓരോ ചുവടിലും</p$1></p$1></div></p$1><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഇഹലോക&nbsp;വാസമതിനി വെണ്ടെന്‍ പ്രിയ</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>ഇനിയും നീ വരുവാന്‍ വിസമ്മതിച്ചാല്‍</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1><p$1>സ്വയം നിന്നെ വരിക്കുവാന്‍ മടിക്കില്ല ഞാന്‍</p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-8264225399603349395?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-88802783752188063042010-11-09T05:33:00.001-08:002010-11-09T05:40:33.901-08:00<p>I have said it a thousand times, though unheard.<br>I have shown it every minute, though unseen.<br>I run to you to hug you with passion, but I can't.<br>I love to yell yes when your eyes ask me so, but I can't.<br>I wish I could watch the stars laying on your lap.<br>I wish I could sleep on your shoulders dreaming my life with you.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/TNlNis2D5SI/AAAAAAAAB34/K4rY9z7YFn4/s1600-h/walk%20away%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="walk away" border="0" alt="walk away" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/TNlNjSIaVGI/AAAAAAAAB38/0_pIlvYP-v8/walk%20away_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="296"></a></p> <p>I know you need to walk away leaving me in this darkness.<br>Still I love that pain which helps me remember you always.<br>When my heart aches, I feel that your hands hold me tight.<br>When my hands shake, I see you walk by my side holding me.<br>My love may go unsaid for a life time, but I will keep loving you.</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-8880278375218806304?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-20047050111383661972010-11-01T08:27:00.000-07:002010-11-01T08:28:50.274-07:00<p$1>First words I utter when I get an oppurtunity is...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>I wish to do something, but I myself decide...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>I lack something which we call confidence, so I say...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>I myself pull me back from my success and repeat...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>I might have lost the talent I had because I believe...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>Now I know I can't, may be bacause repeatedly say...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>I need to say "I can", but when I try I find that...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>Even if I try to overcome, my mind still wispers...<br /><p$1>I can't.<br /><p$1>At last, I'm forced to conclude that it's a fact that...<br /><p$1>I can't.</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-2004705011138366197?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-87409499049761556432009-07-02T11:18:00.000-07:002010-07-23T07:03:08.852-07:00<span style="color: #ff6666; font-style: italic;">'This is dedicated to some of my <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">special friends</span> who feel the same when they read this.'<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: red;">I miss U</span><span style="color: #ccffff;"> </span><span style="color: #76a5af;">now</span></span></span><span style="color: #76a5af; font-weight: bold;"> when I find no one around me for a company.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">I miss U</span><span style="color: #ccffff; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: #76a5af;">when I have something to share and finding no one.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="color: #45818e;">I can't explain how much</span> </span><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">I miss U</span><span style="color: #76a5af;"> because even I don't know how much I do.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;">Time brought us together, but the same time took U away from me.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;">I don't know whether the same time may bring U back to me some day.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;">I'm learing to adjust with what I get than wasting my life fighting for what I want.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;">Missing is a rare feeling one can experience only if they have someone close to their heart.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">I find time to say</span> </span><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">I miss U</span><span style="color: #3366ff;"> </span><span style="color: #76a5af;">because it reminds me <span style="font-style: italic;">I posses someone special</span>.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">Missing is always good,</span> </span><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">I miss U</span><span style="color: #76a5af;"> just because I didn't loose <span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span>.</span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">I feel happy every time</span> <span style="color: red;">I miss U</span> <span style="color: #76a5af;">because </span></span><span style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I still miss U</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #cc6600; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: red;">"In my busy life, I find time to tell U</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">I MISS U</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Because I want to make sure that U will</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Remember me atleast when I say that.</span><span style="color: red;">"</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-8740949904976155643?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-2165497735751672022009-07-01T10:36:00.000-07:002009-07-01T12:16:24.173-07:00Loneliness is the feeling of being alone. In my opinion, Loneliness can be of two types. When on one is around, we call it as loneliness. I like to call it as <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Physical Loneliness</span>. The next one is the concept called as 'Alone in the Crowd'. I like to call it as<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Mental Loneliness</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Physical loneliness is a bit painfull sometimes. But there are situations when we may long for loneliness. We may even enjoy loneliness at some point of time. But its a bit hard to digest mental loneliness. To be in a group not considered by others may be even more painfull than living a thousand years alone.<br /><br />The best way to overcome loneliness is to find happiness in yourself and not in others. Let '<span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>' be the soul of your feelings. Don't allow anyone to be the reason for your happiness. Let them be the attributes of happiness, not the source. They may increase or decrease your joy. <span style="font-style: italic;">But never allow them to create or destroy happiness in you.</span><br /><br />The reason why I said so is that, it will help you to discover the '<span style="font-style: italic;">Inner You</span>'. You will start finding positive qualities in yourself and admire youself for the great things you do even before others do so.<br /><br />When you look even deeper, you will find that <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> are the only textbook which explains what you are. But it may not be your complete reference book or encyclopedia. It contains the information you know about yourself. It may be limited or even pereferal depending on the effort you took to understand yourself.<br /><br />So in my opinion, you need to publish newer versions frequently that it can help you when situations come. To know more about you, you need to look into yourself and think deeply <span style="font-style: italic;">why you are you</span>. It will give you answers for the questions you have never asked and even thought of. It will automatically update your <span style="font-style: italic;">textbook</span> in a way that you can understand others in a better way.<br /><br />I know, after reading this you would have come to a conclusion that <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm out of my mind</span>. If you start thinking like this, the world will say the same thing about you also. But the real fact is that you are not out of mind, <span style="font-style: italic;">you are in the mind. Deep in the mind!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I dont know whether you will agree with me or not. I'm interested in knowing your opinion about what I wrote. You can express it as a comment below this or even mail me at</span> chinturj@gmail.com</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-216549773575167202?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-18168385284687501912009-06-23T13:18:00.000-07:002009-06-23T13:29:21.374-07:00Day after Day, Year after Year<br />I use to think, What "It's" all about.<br />Tears never say good bye.<br />Smile never remains so long.<br />I meet many like clouds on the sky.<br />The wind of fate carry them all.<br />Nothing I come across remains the same.<br />Everything get changed into memories.<br />Still everyday I use to think<br />What LIFE is all about...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-1816838528468750191?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-47102861683806839242009-04-14T09:45:00.000-07:002011-10-19T03:29:04.427-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/SeTAMAiiuyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O6ScvKDDct4/s1600-h/Yaathramozhi.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324591971994614562" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/SeTAMAiiuyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O6ScvKDDct4/s640/Yaathramozhi.JPG" style="float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br />പിരിയുന്ന നേരത്തെ പിടയുന്ന നെഞ്ഞകം</div><br /><div>പതിവായി ഓര്‍ത്തു ഞാന്‍ പലനാള്‍ കരഞ്ഞു.</div><br /><div>പണ്ടു ഞാന്‍ വന്നതും പഠനത്തില്‍ ആണ്ടതും</div><br /><div>പിന്നീടതെപ്പഴോ പാടായി തീര്‍ന്നതും.</div><br /><div>പിണങ്ങുവാന്‍ ഇണങ്ങുവാന്‍ പുന്നാരം ചൊല്ലുവാന്‍</div><br /><div>പിരിയില്ലെനോതിയ പല നല്ല കൂട്ടരും.</div><br /><div>പിരിയുന്ന നേരത്തും പല നല്ല താളുകള്‍ പോല്‍</div><br /><div>പതിവായി ഓര്‍മ്മയില്‍ മിന്നി പുഞ്ചിരി തൂകും ഇവയെല്ലാം.</div><br /><div>പെട്ടെന്ന് വിട്ടങ്ങു പോണമെന്നോര്ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ </div><br /><div>പൊട്ടികരയുവാന്നല്ലാതെ പിന്നെന്തിനാകും എനിക്ക്?</div><br /><div>പിന്നെയും ഓര്‍ത്തോര്‍ത്തു ഞാന്‍ ഇരുന്നു പിന്നിട്ട നാളുകള്‍ ഇനി എത്തുമോ?</div><br /><div>പറയാതെ പൊഴിയുന്ന അശ്രുകള്‍ പോലും പിന്നിട്ട തന്‍ സുഖം പകരും.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />പോകുന്ന നേരത്തും പതറാത്ത സ്വരവുമായ്</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />പിടയാത്ത നെഞ്ഞുമായ് പോയിവ എന്നെ ചൊല്ലാനാകൂ.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-4710286168380683924?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-7514286489467547412009-02-19T07:50:00.000-08:002009-02-19T08:33:16.291-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/SZ2CydJUetI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0dh48-6cmNk/s1600-h/IMG_0347.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304539739441101522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6KkLCy8QxM/SZ2CydJUetI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0dh48-6cmNk/s320/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /></a>I got a chance to visit Myanmar for a day. It was beyond imagination. Somehow it became a reality one fine day. We, a group of six, crossed the check gates of India to Step into a foreign country.<br /><br /><br />But for our suprise the place looked like a village in our country. The main features there was 'The Lake of No Return' which has historic importance and a 'buddhist temple'.<br /><br /><br />The Burmeese market was the main thing of the cross border journey. The Indian currency is dear to them than their money. The 'burmeese cigerrette' is well known in India. 'Burmeese sword' which is a famous drawing room decorator in Indian houses.<br /><br />It shaped my concepts and ideas on different aspects of life. It was not what I expected. But it was informative and inspiring.<br /><br /><br />There is something which we can learn from everything we do or come across. We may find it silly or useless. But you may not understand the changes it make in your life or attitudes. So find time to enjoy whatever you do. That may be the invisible hands which makes a better you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-751428648946754741?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122793106370376214.post-19619957535972572372009-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:002009-02-22T23:04:41.767-08:00<em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Method 1</span></strong></em><br /><br />Its easy to jump to a dirve or a location in cmd by giving the command C: , D: etc. But have you ever thought of opening a window like 'My Computer' with a command in CMD?<br /><br />It is very simple. Try typing the command "<em><strong>explorer</strong></em>" without quotes. You will be shocked to see your 'My Documents' window displayed.<br /><br />But duing my search to open other locations directly with the same command, I found something interesting.<br /><br />Try typing "<em><strong>explorer,</strong></em>" without quotes. You will find your 'My Computer' window poping. Try typing "<strong><em>explorer,.</em></strong>". You will get a different output. It changes with the changes you make with the symbols.<br /><br />To open other locations you can type the location after the word <em>explorer</em> with a space or a coma. Eg: <strong><em>explorer c:\windows </em></strong>or<strong><em> explorer,c:\windows</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />This commands are working in 'Run' box also. But the commands with symbols may not work.<br /><br /><br />Rest is left to you. Keep trying different symbols and explore more.....<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Method 2</strong><br /></span><br />The "<strong><em>start</em></strong>" also can be used for opening a window from CMD.<br />Syntax: <strong><em>start c:<br /></em></strong><br />This will do the same job of explorer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122793106370376214-1961995753597257237?l=abhishekreji.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abhishek Reji Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07139818010672420041noreply@blogger.com0