tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20885312332126897092026-04-15T14:29:04.665+05:30My Life and Living till date...imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-32241510814801566952013-06-26T18:04:00.001+05:302013-06-26T18:04:16.474+05:30

ഞാന്‍ ബാംഗ്ലൂരില്‍ താമസിക്കുന്ന ഒരു പാവം നാട്ടിന്‍പുറത്തുകാരന്‍ ആണ്.. ഞാന്‍ മലയാളത്തെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു, മലയാളിയെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു..കേരളത്തെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു... എപ്പോഴെങ്ങിലും ഒരു ചന്ചെ കിട്ടിയാല്‍ നാട്ടില്‍ തിരിച്ചു വന്നു ജീവിക്കണം എന്ന് അതിയായി ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു... ഞാന്‍ ഈയിടെ സൂര്യ ടിവി യിലെ മലയാളി ഹൌസ് നെ പറ്റി ശ്രീകണ്ഠന്‍ നായര്‍ ഷോ കാണാന്‍ ഇടയായി. ഈ മനുഷ്യനോട് എന്തെങ്ങിലും ഒരു ബഹുമാനം എപ്പോഴെങ്ങിലും

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-3582229396662871722012-12-28T15:20:00.000+05:302012-12-28T15:22:42.568+05:30

I read this article long ago.. and I happened to see it again today and thought I should share it.. Low running? Wait for longer to recover costsNow, it is understandable that an average Indian cannot put 45,000kms on the odometer annually considering the average run of an Indian being around 15,000kms per year. So does that totally rule out the diesel option?

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-53314879468680079952011-03-14T19:34:00.000+05:302011-03-14T19:34:14.184+05:30

In this experiment they put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed,

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-61367708915322859352011-03-14T19:26:00.000+05:302011-03-14T19:26:58.215+05:30

*** Content Courtesy : Unknown *** It is a slightly lengthy article but is quite interesting to read. Abstract from the writings of a guy who was flying from JFK Airport to SFO to attend a meeting. *Four years ago, I was flying from JFK NY Airport to SFO to attend a meeting at Monterey , CA. An American girl was sitting on the right side, near window seat. It indeed was a long journey - it

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-64944338155457994522009-07-05T19:05:00.006+05:302009-07-05T20:00:02.065+05:30

Hey Friends,I am back... :) It was a long gap indeed, but I could not help it.. The financial crisis did affect me as well :).. However, at this moment I write this topic praying that the days which are gone should come back soon.. :) For the last 4-5 years i have been working and right now I am with an MNC. I am here for the last 2 and half years.. When I read the papers and news all I could

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-70420636985439271952009-02-21T02:25:00.005+05:302009-02-21T02:44:15.467+05:30

Feb 21st early morning (around 2.30AM):It was a must needed break for me to settle myself in the new project that i just joined in. In this time so many things happened in my life. some to cherish but sadly many to feel sad for. My mental state went on and off pretty often in this time but i could not just hold on to something known as a stable state till now.. Trying hard to come out of many of

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-6142894004914478282008-11-04T15:05:00.005+05:302008-11-04T18:24:21.166+05:30

<?xml:namespace prefix = m /> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman;

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-60278523928987842512008-10-09T04:14:00.015+05:302008-10-13T04:55:39.287+05:30

Spirit of Wipro!On a fine evening of September; Sep-5th to be specific, I received a message from my friend KUMBA (that’s his pet name – KUMBA in our language means - Tummy) who works in Wipro, asking us to join for the Wipro marathon. He knows us very well that he had mentioned very clearly that there will be a Free T-shirt and food to everyone who participates in the marathon run... :). As it

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-58357940362809789292008-08-07T00:29:00.020+05:302008-08-07T09:12:04.938+05:30

Yea it was on 3rd of August... I was in my room as I was on sick leave... My shoulder was injured in the previous day's match. My best buddy was in Bangalore with me as he landed from Dubai last week and had come to Bangalore for couple of days. He was staying with me. We reached our room by 7 in the night after some shopping and meetings. By the time we reached room some of our friends were

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-81777061453470947912008-07-06T18:40:00.013+05:302008-07-19T06:21:19.841+05:30

I still remember, it was raining when I left home for the first time for my studies to NTTF... I don’t know why I feel so nostalgic whenever it rains.. Here sitting in the office on a boring Sunday evening with a cup of Nescafe black coffee in my hand, my mind slipped into the past… The time which I could never get back in my lifetime again… When I think about that reality, I feel very sad… In

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-6857380956928988302008-07-06T15:19:00.003+05:302008-07-07T11:31:03.454+05:30

I was on my way to hometown on a Saturday night... We (Unisys cricket team) had a cricket match in the afternoon which lasted till 5.30PM! We all were happy in the end as we won that close match but I got damn tired by the time I got inside the bus... The bus was almost empty... Some 10-12 people that’s it... May be because of that they did not play any movie :(... I was getting bored… Soon

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-61200060239352064472008-06-24T09:10:00.008+05:302008-06-25T09:25:54.755+05:30

2 weeks ago, I received a mail from my friend - Sangy, saying that she is coming to Bangalore on her way back to Pune from Paris. She had been to Paris for some official (God only knows!) trip. She was asking me to meet up once she come there as its been long time since we all met. Also she asked me to coordinate with Munch, another stupid friend of mine... In fact both these friends of mine are

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-32019869653552905712008-06-23T12:10:00.006+05:302008-06-24T08:56:59.585+05:30

Hi all,Good day to you all... I was wondering all these while about how different is life to each and everyone... If you just look at the each individual, you will realize that, everyone has everything in life - hope, love, affection, hatred, happiness, break ups, sorrows, loneliness, selfishness, attractions, frustrations, infatuations, crush, accidents, surprises and lot more other emotions and

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-38173132767581243232008-06-17T00:52:00.008+05:302008-06-18T02:59:30.489+05:30

Hey friends..Its been so long since I wrote something here.. Was bit busy with some official and personal work all this while... however, I got to share a glad news here with you all... I hope, you all would have read the post about my great phone friend Manjukkuty! (http://i-am-jithu.blogspot.com/2008/02/waitingwith-heart-full-of-hopes.html). In fact i was in tears while writing both the posts.

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-14286519864463228602008-03-31T12:51:00.004+05:302008-04-03T23:01:28.850+05:30

I was walking through the rain…Carrying a heavy heart full of pain…I didn’t know that I was crying…I didn’t know that my eyes were wet…I saw many friends of mine…But no one could see me crying…I guess my tears were so small…To cheat my friend's eyes...May be I am worrying too much…May be I’ve gone emotionally mad…May be my nerves are dying…Or may be it’s me who is dying….How long I can hold it? I

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-75511648491374880542008-03-24T09:09:00.009+05:302008-03-24T20:58:50.699+05:30

For the Girl I love the most....Hey baby... ohh baby...It’s you who made me feel that i am loved...It’s you who taught me the meaning of love...It’s you who made me smile when I was totally down...It’s you who gave me a hand while I was drowning in loneliness...How could I smile when your eyes are wet?How would I sleep when you have nightmares?When I can’t even stand a tear in your eyes,Tell me

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-68598485777736911642008-03-20T22:01:00.001+05:302008-03-20T22:02:57.615+05:30

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-40182821769999561812008-03-19T20:00:00.004+05:302008-03-20T22:05:30.032+05:30

I always wonder, why do we people struggle in their life?? I believe that our destiny is decided byour attitude in life and not by anything else... I would like to define struggle as "An emotional and mental state where we find our life deviating from the way we wish to have to a stage where we never wish to get into..." But ee cannot classify this at any point of time... Because it’s totally up

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-61902550976758474492008-03-17T15:09:00.001+05:302008-03-17T15:14:58.475+05:30

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.The boy saw the bottle and

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-17224694157760858522008-03-17T14:59:00.001+05:302008-03-17T15:05:42.220+05:30

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for asoda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. Heclimbed onto the carton so that he could reach thebuttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in sevendigits (phone numbers).The store-owner observed and listened to theconversation:Boy: "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting yourlawn?Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): "Ialready have

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-51424120883239408502008-03-16T09:37:00.000+05:302008-03-16T09:38:30.246+05:30

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However,

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-85874815690528595182008-03-14T12:31:00.002+05:302008-03-14T12:51:01.244+05:30

Hey,Just a small debate here.. How do you define love??Is it just something which people do it for their personal gain??Is it something for the sake of just living with someone??Is it just another term for lust?? or infactuation...???Do you really think Love makes a person dependant on the other for his/her happiness??Or is it pure feelings comes out directly from heart for unconditionally??

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-56892237680771896072008-03-13T21:58:00.014+05:302008-03-14T09:09:51.339+05:30

I don't know how did I write this poem... but I just wrote... Don't know whether it holds any meaning.. but still posting.. After all its my first poem in my life.. :). here it goes - The Monday moon...-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Monday moon makes me cry...Oneday I am gonna make him dry...Sunday the day, let me give a try!I

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-44955973582160261052008-03-11T13:01:00.005+05:302008-03-25T11:10:29.320+05:30

Like many other people, I too like train journey a lot. It’s a long journey, where we can have the fun of travelling and the joy of site seeing... When I got the call from my cricket team coach for the cricket match in Bangalore, I felt very happy… I heard a lot about the Bangalore’s crowd… especially Girls! So its all decided and finally the day has come… Though the train was at 9.30PM, we

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088531233212689709.post-62239887218102330252008-03-10T23:23:00.000+05:302008-03-14T23:20:10.776+05:30

Nothing to comment.. the pic shows it all :P

imjithuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18273077471015690404noreply@blogger.com8