<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:26:11.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MemoirsDeMoi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8446904149333829690</id><published>2009-08-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:09:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Blog</title><content type='html'>Hola!! 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Hola!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly been a long time since i wrote anything but i had never stopped writing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that i was writing blogs in my head :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its what i call as mind blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8446904149333829690?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8446904149333829690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8446904149333829690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8446904149333829690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8446904149333829690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-blog.html' title='Mind Blog'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6547765728162704687</id><published>2009-03-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:53:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Machine</title><content type='html'>New Piece off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Happiness to the end user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customized for best performance with right software packages&lt;br /&gt;This needs to be determined by the user of the system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overload leading to an inevitable system crash&lt;br /&gt;Expectations of the user to deliver more with limitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuses hurled and frustration at its peak when there are problems&lt;br /&gt;Where is the patience that is needed from the end user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new age of Green IT forcing optimized usage of systems&lt;br /&gt;Users giving that minimal rest for the system to be up and running the following day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no difference between the lifeless world and the world supposedly buzzing with life. &lt;br /&gt;Its all the same and we are all machines :). &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Machine Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-6547765728162704687?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6547765728162704687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=6547765728162704687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6547765728162704687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6547765728162704687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/machine.html' title='Machine'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-7242325559077132413</id><published>2009-02-25T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:42:36.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRINT to MARATHON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SaWC73eqqbI/AAAAAAAADNo/3tB5GFXXYT8/s1600-h/Marathon_Runners.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SaWC73eqqbI/AAAAAAAADNo/3tB5GFXXYT8/s320/Marathon_Runners.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306791700942465458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the STRATEGIC THEME for the next few years and certainly provided some fantastic exposure and learning. The opportunity to coordinate many of the activities and interact with the masterminds of the organization was a blessing in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the sprint in life its time i get into the marathon mode too. The terrain that i run on requires some strategy, patience, thoughts and stamina to last the distance. The importance of keeping a watchful eye and a level head which will have to be driven by will power is of utmost importance to seeing the finish line or i will be finished before all of it. At the same time its my duty to support others too in finishing the marathon as the more that finish will benefit the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets run the distance now are you all with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your Mark &lt;br /&gt;Get Set&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-7242325559077132413?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7242325559077132413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=7242325559077132413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7242325559077132413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7242325559077132413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sprint-to-marathon.html' title='SPRINT to MARATHON'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SaWC73eqqbI/AAAAAAAADNo/3tB5GFXXYT8/s72-c/Marathon_Runners.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5443964493160746365</id><published>2009-02-23T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:14:43.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT your BATTLE</title><content type='html'>One constantly has to fight various battles&lt;br /&gt;Battles will have to be fought alone&lt;br /&gt;Some with an alliance&lt;br /&gt;You may lose some &lt;br /&gt;Emerge victorious in others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you emerge courageous &lt;br /&gt;On other occasions you may retreat only to fight later&lt;br /&gt;Losses are hard to count and would be avoided&lt;br /&gt;Victory will be unexplainable and can only be felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Pain, Friendship, Enemies, Bonds are all seen and felt&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting the dreams that are on fire, &lt;br /&gt;They may either turn to just ash&lt;br /&gt;Or the fire may give warmth in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight your battles till the war ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5443964493160746365?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5443964493160746365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5443964493160746365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5443964493160746365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5443964493160746365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle.html' title='FIGHT your BATTLE'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5208545462647359390</id><published>2009-02-03T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:32:17.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who said - Man are the creators of the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i beg to disagree here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We definitely Self Destruct more than just create for the betterment of this world" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is around you itself if you are of a different opinion. I ain't being pessimistic but being more realistic about what the world really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it anyways cause its still beautiful to thy eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note one of my most beautiful days in London will never be forgotten as it certainly is the first snow fall that i have witnessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SYjv93L2U7I/AAAAAAAADL0/-ES73Ghqzno/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SYjv93L2U7I/AAAAAAAADL0/-ES73Ghqzno/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748807666095026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5208545462647359390?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5208545462647359390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5208545462647359390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5208545462647359390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5208545462647359390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-said-man-are-creators-of-world-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SYjv93L2U7I/AAAAAAAADL0/-ES73Ghqzno/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-3010476318894012537</id><published>2009-01-28T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:41:25.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Probably the most complicated creatures on this planet. Certainly there is beauty in all this complications. Everyone exhibits a mixture of characteristics and exploring this is what draws you towards them or may make you walk away. Positives and Negatives in each individual are very subjective but it makes it interesting to see what others understand of you and sometimes may help you in self realization.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposure to the world that i have experienced there can be a very broad classification of individuals to fit into one or more of the following categories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFLUENCERS - probably the most charismatic individuals.&lt;br /&gt;DICTATORS   - they are the know all of the world.&lt;br /&gt;PESSIMISTS  - they carry all the world s troubles in the world when there aren't any&lt;br /&gt;ACHIEVER    - they are the ones without a voice at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely other ways of categorizing individuals but i have done this in the perspective of leadership qualities only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dictators show their authority on the individuals who could do a good job of influencing the surroundings but there are always the pessimists who would bury whatever was being tried to influenced. The onus then is bestowed on the achievers whether they like it or not, probably thrust upon them by the first two categories and could take it upon themselves because of the third category cause at the end of the day someone has to do it. Are they ever looked as leaders? I really doubt it. To my eyes they are the ones making the real change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-3010476318894012537?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3010476318894012537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=3010476318894012537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3010476318894012537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3010476318894012537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-4260708378138992529</id><published>2009-01-23T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:02:18.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Burst</title><content type='html'>The sky was filled with a sense of calm and brought in the much desired peace and joy everyone looked for. The day was fantastic for a nice holiday and just as that began there seems to be a cloud burst bringing all the party to a spoil. The party dampener brought a division of the holidaying group to scamper for shelter. As it continues to weather the wits out of everyone there is the onlooking for the calmness to return. Its a strong storm seems like its gonna take a while before it settles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is i guess is because of all the factors that aid global warming :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-4260708378138992529?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4260708378138992529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=4260708378138992529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4260708378138992529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4260708378138992529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cloud-burst.html' title='Cloud Burst'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-2233069402203881410</id><published>2009-01-20T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:50:18.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Vujijic</title><content type='html'>True Inspiration for a Positive outlook to Life. Its amazing how he can smile through all the troubles watch this video words really can never explain what you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4uG2kSdd-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4uG2kSdd-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People live life to the fullest and be Positive in your approach to whatever you encounter. Everyone has problems so just face it. This is my message from this video to all of you and you may shed a few tears but this has to be your learning from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-2233069402203881410?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2233069402203881410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=2233069402203881410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2233069402203881410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2233069402203881410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/nick-vujijic.html' title='Nick Vujijic'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1094663644985423282</id><published>2009-01-12T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:23:13.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARSENAL</title><content type='html'>Finally a dream fulfilled. A game at the Emirates Stadium to watch the boys in action. The wait for this day has been a long time coming. As i walked through the gates of the stadium there was this feeling of being ecstatic that took control of me. There was half hour more for the game to kick off against our boogie team Bolton Wanderers. It could have been one of the coldest days in London but that wasn't a dampener for the joyous feeling. I was on row 6 and seat 728 in the green turnstile not far away from the away section. The got underway at 3 pm sharp with the Arsenal team shooting to the side i was sitting at. The first half display was quite boring to be honest with not many chances created and the away team parking a bus in front of the goal post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting out each player's sir name as their names were called out&lt;br /&gt;Exchange of slurs between each group of supporters&lt;br /&gt;The singing and cheers&lt;br /&gt;Stand up if your an arsenal supporter haha (this was to make the away team sit in their seats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my entertainment in the first half. At half time i was cold and every step i took was painful but that was pointless when i saw a more spirited display in the second half and after umpteen chances and misses the very own Bendtner struck one in to bring the stadium to their feet and breathe a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was fantastic. I wish to go for more and hopefully with more company in the future because it certainly is a joy to watch and an experience in its own being at another HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Arsenal team that i witnessed was as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almunia, Clichy, Djourou, Toure, Sagna, Nasri, Denilson, Diaby, Eboue, Van Persie, Adebayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subs: Bendtner, Vela, Bischoff, Fabianski, Wilshere, Gibbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly more games should be on the cards soon. The Arsenal better known as the gunners certainly gunned me down with joy :). Oh yes and when the game was over i was frozen that was the sad part of it all but it couldn't over shadow the fulfillment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1094663644985423282?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1094663644985423282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1094663644985423282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1094663644985423282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1094663644985423282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/arsenal.html' title='ARSENAL'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6980430432081246677</id><published>2009-01-08T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:44:42.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVITY</title><content type='html'>Always been my outlook to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positivity = Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope = Despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair = Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain = Positivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel towards being positive but one has to balance this with a balance of being practical or it will destroy you and that is for sure.&lt;div 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title='POSITIVITY'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8740626282191077519</id><published>2009-01-07T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:26:49.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Silenced</title><content type='html'>For the past few days i have been having this feeling of something isn't right here&lt;br /&gt;A look around my daily life&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a much lesser crowd on the tubes during peak hours&lt;br /&gt;Where is the buzz of london?&lt;br /&gt;The weather has dropped drastically adding more gloom to a city that has already been hit hard&lt;br /&gt;It has become too quiet to be the city of London and that's what has gone a begging&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what more is in store&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell if more and more dreams are fulfilled or will you hear more shattering noises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8740626282191077519?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8740626282191077519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8740626282191077519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8740626282191077519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8740626282191077519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-past-few-days-i-have-been-having.html' title='London Silenced'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5556075488440047342</id><published>2009-01-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:26:25.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>This year will definitely be looked at or hoped as the year of change. Is that gonna happen only time will tell. Changes are bound to take place is that going to happen for the better? Well i hope so at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for innumerable changes this year and by the look of it one of my hope is being fulfilled. I walk into office today and the feeling of responsibility is giving me that feel good factor. So many things lined up over the next couple of weeks and hopefully these are fulfilled to all expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year is what everyone want it to be and more so i contribute to that hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see :) my usual saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5556075488440047342?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5556075488440047342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5556075488440047342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5556075488440047342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5556075488440047342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-7601314422308654643</id><published>2008-12-30T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:16:55.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The London Experience</title><content type='html'>Frozen memories being rekindled&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic moments brought pictures to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time with Ateet in the past couple of days made me feel this way. Really how one comes of age with years gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub hopping&lt;br /&gt;The Bus tour&lt;br /&gt;Random Walks&lt;br /&gt;River Cruise&lt;br /&gt;Climb a hill to the GMT&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit over powering the chill factor&lt;br /&gt;Lip smacking dinner at Busaba Eathai&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the tour "We Will Rock You" what a performance and a wonderful inception to the concept of musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly was rocked by the performance so lets ROCK this coming year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-7601314422308654643?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7601314422308654643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=7601314422308654643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7601314422308654643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7601314422308654643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/frozen-memories-being-rekindled.html' title='The London Experience'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-453542809802323228</id><published>2008-12-25T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:41:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Words</title><content type='html'>Some changing trends in this generation is leading to overcoming the importance laid on some words of wisdom and value of the previous generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Compromise&lt;br /&gt;Humanity&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Respect&lt;br /&gt;Values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on but these few are the most important to me and i definitely am saddened by the changing trends and don't tend to see these generally in most who belong to this generation.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell the loss of the importance laid on these words.&lt;div 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Words'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-2943602852113668623</id><published>2008-12-14T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:10:26.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WALL</title><content type='html'>Through every phase of life you may hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;Everyone faces it, no one could be an exception to it&lt;br /&gt;Does one be Patient and hope the wall is broken?&lt;br /&gt;Does one push forth to bring it down by themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Does one have to run back and look for another avenue?&lt;br /&gt;You are being watched for your actions&lt;br /&gt;You may carry out the task by your conscience&lt;br /&gt;Is this RIGHT or WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;Can your actions ever be justified?&lt;br /&gt;Your expectations are quite often on the other bank&lt;br /&gt;But you always have got to try to get there&lt;br /&gt;ALONE or with a convoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before acting on the wall you have hit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-2943602852113668623?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2943602852113668623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=2943602852113668623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2943602852113668623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2943602852113668623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/wall.html' title='The WALL'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1215511040395293142</id><published>2008-12-08T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:05:54.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangi Connection</title><content type='html'>Childhood comradeship has created some of the best memories&lt;br /&gt;First infatuation had driven me to some cuckoo moments&lt;br /&gt;Times of admiration to times of affliction and now when the past is extenuated&lt;br /&gt;Found peace in a universal life force&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounding instances to cracking me up for the silliest things&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening me with the eminence of life and our accountability to society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1215511040395293142?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1215511040395293142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1215511040395293142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1215511040395293142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1215511040395293142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mangi-connection.html' title='Mangi Connection'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-3584002433452603648</id><published>2008-12-02T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:19:06.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IN6EG8pxuFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IN6EG8pxuFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'll stop&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm in a cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;No better and no worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that I've tried to cross&lt;br /&gt;And every door I ever tried was locked&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a big fish&lt;br /&gt;In a little pond&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you've won&lt;br /&gt;'Cause along may come&lt;br /&gt;A bigger one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that you try to cross&lt;br /&gt;Every gun you ever held went off&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing stops&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-3584002433452603648?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3584002433452603648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=3584002433452603648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3584002433452603648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3584002433452603648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5474226337007752754</id><published>2008-11-27T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:43:03.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop TALKING and act NOW!!!</title><content type='html'>As much as i believe in staying calm&lt;br /&gt;As much as i believe in giving time&lt;br /&gt;As much as i believe things will change&lt;br /&gt;As much as i believe in giving a chance to individuals&lt;br /&gt;As much as i believe everyone takes pride in their country&lt;br /&gt;As much as i believe one wants to do things for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe your actions will speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;If you cant act then stop your nonsensical blabber&lt;br /&gt;Time to see your Faff turned into some action&lt;br /&gt;Until then your words are worthless and pointless&lt;br /&gt;I give a damn about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time all our politicians acted on their wonderful speeches they give :(&lt;br /&gt;You have the power, its time you used it productively&lt;br /&gt;WE all have to contribute but they have to lead by example&lt;br /&gt;The TIME is NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5474226337007752754?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5474226337007752754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5474226337007752754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5474226337007752754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5474226337007752754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-talking-and-act-now.html' title='Stop TALKING and act NOW!!!'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-3071467548012744738</id><published>2008-11-26T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:56:28.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Systems: Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the years almost everything has transformed into a system. There is a sense of over reliance on them. I just don't mean the IT systems here. Everyone may argue that it brings in a sense of functioning and brings order to the surroundings. The truth is things are this way and i personally believe everything requires a system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some personal observation as the reliance on such systems are increasing i feel that individuals are losing one of their most important facets "Common Sense". They become dysfunctional and i wonder what would happen when there is a day when some of the systems fail us. Would there be the ability to maintain the order that is being maintained at the current level? I really doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there an alternative that you can think of? Is there more one can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-3071467548012744738?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3071467548012744738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=3071467548012744738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3071467548012744738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3071467548012744738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/systems-good-or-bad.html' title='Systems: Good or Bad?'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6191173632186513452</id><published>2008-11-24T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:06:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIDE n SEEK</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm the one blindfolded now&lt;br /&gt;This darkness introducing me to new things in the search&lt;br /&gt;But still the time hasn't come to unfold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game gets even more interesting &lt;br /&gt;I really ain't sure what is it that will show me light&lt;br /&gt;Play on, I'm enjoying every bit of it - being the seeker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-6191173632186513452?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6191173632186513452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=6191173632186513452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6191173632186513452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6191173632186513452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hide-n-seek.html' title='HIDE n SEEK'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-2095660250139011985</id><published>2008-11-21T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:09:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants - Think again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0XTPSYdP08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0XTPSYdP08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-2095660250139011985?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2095660250139011985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=2095660250139011985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2095660250139011985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2095660250139011985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/wants-think-again.html' title='Wants - Think again'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6213962524125224412</id><published>2008-11-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:29:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you tread the path like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Braving the shots thrown at you&lt;br /&gt;At times you tread the path of a doctor&lt;br /&gt;Your strength overpowering your emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the strongest bridge falling like a stack of cards&lt;br /&gt;May lead you to find new ways&lt;br /&gt;The climb may seem steep&lt;br /&gt;Your vision must lead you to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight of the ground when you head to the top and take as many as you can for the betterment of our surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-6213962524125224412?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6213962524125224412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=6213962524125224412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6213962524125224412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6213962524125224412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-you-tread-path-like-soldier.html' title='??'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-2094428781827908559</id><published>2008-11-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:05:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACISM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quite often the grass seems to be greener in the US for the common man in India. The belief that there are more opportunities, the probability of earning more money or the notion of living a better life seems stronger among the mass population. This probably is true to a large extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of anyone heading to the UK is quite often looked down upon and people generally tend to raise the question of why don't you go to the US? The most common fear that makes them take a step back to come here is probably experiencing racist slurs and tend to brand the nation on that basis. The history definitely has been bitter but "I" as an individual wish the past is put behind for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i believe we have to look within before we tend to make such comments about others. Indians are as much guilty being racists as probably others you may find around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The strong caste sentiments isn't that being racist?&lt;br /&gt;- In times of arranged marriages the skin color of individuals that families tend to look for isn't that being racist?&lt;br /&gt;- Branding individuals to a particular TYPE in different nations isn't that being racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are racists and we all are definitely guilty of it. Before we wish to comment on others, i think we should change. I refer to 'we' as all Indians here but as much as i wish for this change this is gonna take many decades for it to blow by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time we lived as "global" citizens rather than just "national" citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-2094428781827908559?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2094428781827908559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=2094428781827908559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2094428781827908559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2094428781827908559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/racism.html' title='RACISM?'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8766225335014997890</id><published>2008-10-28T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:07:06.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED FOR SPACE</title><content type='html'>Something that's being so often used by almost everyone but what I don't get is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see organizations pushing individuals to the limit making them overcome things they could probably do with some balance to their work life, the same individuals wouldn't fight for their SPACE. They give it another term saying it's their ambitious nature that drives them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same individuals you put them into the personal space, say it a relationship or family they will not drive themselves to do the same bit in such circumstances. I'm quite sure there are enough things to do and handle at home but does one drive themselves to do their bit for the HOME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or other individuals who are more part of their life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the determining factor between the professional life and personal life of an individual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there the same "NEED FOR SPACE" in both aspects of LIFE??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8766225335014997890?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8766225335014997890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8766225335014997890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8766225335014997890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8766225335014997890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-for-space.html' title='NEED FOR SPACE'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1217940078566553366</id><published>2008-10-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:15:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARUUDMAACHI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Garuud means eagles and&lt;br /&gt;Maachi means flat land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destined for three days of what was referred to as "Outbound Training" i least expected anything to what i had experienced over those days. Walking out of the gates of the organization after a long day of training the expression on most of us were like "Why the hell are we doing this on the weekend". The bumpy ride took a toll where i was lead to answer nature's call half way through. On reaching the place there certainly was a pleasant feeling and to some degree the WOW factor. Since all of us were tired that night we were let off and crashed after dinner with some chit chatting till midnight in our tents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning it was rise and shine for all of us really early on. Half past six had some masala chai and the view behind the tents and in front of it were enchanting and trully spectacular. At 7 we had to do some workout and had some breakfast before we all got started on the activities. The very first activity was the "Ring Activity" where v were asked about how much time we would take to pass the ring around the circle without the chain being broken. We estimated a time of 15 min but we did it in 2 min or so. It was great fun and we challenged ourselves more to do it better and this time we took just 30 seconds and really did we all feel good about it. Each activity was given some analysis and some food for thought. Official welcome to Garuudmaachi was given to us by Prem ( faciliator of the program ) and Bipin too. After lunch and getting some rest we headed for a trek that was to last for a couple of hours and were supposed to return by sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trek up some of the sights were just breathtaking and the fun that we had on the whole 5-6 km trek was just too good. Divakar our guide in the trek had such an amazing sense of humour and nandini one of the colleagues seemed to be the joke at most instances. Half way through the trek we stopped for some water and apples for some energy. The whole trek we were being lead by a playful doggie which we named "Rani". The way down seemed tougher than the way up. The delays in waiting for people to catch up the whole trek, the time spent to see the crab or the snake all were leading us to trek down in the dark. At one point when chirag asked for some chai to everyone s surprise from the opposite direction two comrades from the base camp were trekking up to serve us some chai. The stop for Chai was just amazing - the sight, the clouds, the rain, the 124 year old electric post all have created a picture never to forget. Reached the camp in time for dinner with all of us drenched and stinking to the core. Rajat hadnt accompanied us because of his dislocation but he made such fantastic dinner for us while we were all away. Som because of his slip disk assisted rajat and stayed away from trekking with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was a day filled with team activities each which required different strategies to complete the tasks. The tasks thrown at us to complete in 2 hours "A-frame", "Crocodile river crossing", "Delivery" and "Dropping the Ball". As easy it may have all seemed we were all in for a surprise to the difficulties one could face. These activities however taught me the importance of Co-operation, co-ordination, leadership, importance of timely handling of chaos, patience, persistence and more so on an individual level to believe a bit more in myself. Except for the second task the rest were never finished and how easily frustration levels can conquer one to bring out subtle anger levels within each one. There was a lot of retrospection that each of us carried out after these activities and highlighted the holes to each other. Prem too brought in these points and made us relate these activities to work or life in general. That evening we were treated to some more adventure this time in the form of sport. After some theoretical training on rappling i was first to go and boy did i feel like a pro doing it. Couple of hours of rappling and the long stressful team activities didnt kill anyone s energy late into the evening and we wanted one last event for the day. The facilitators obliged and arranged a "Night treasure hunt" in the woods with just a stick, a torch and a compass to help us through the hunt. Though we were split into two teams at the end of it each of us were dependant on each other to finish it. The treasure was souvenior "T-shirts" for the whole troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day started with a small walk to the other quarters and the views from there. I'm trully amazed with some of the sights and perplexed why they are never marketed for tourism of "Impeccable India". The last activity of this outbound training was "Blindfold" where we needed to all form a square being what as the name of the game suggests with each of us connected by a rope. The activity started out in a chaotic manner and some order was set in early on but we were almost there to completing it but not there just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the trip was about introspection where each one had to speak about what they felt were the positives and negatives of each other in the group. The facilitators provided some valuable insights which i shall look think about for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully a wonderful experience will go a long way in developing me further without a doubt. Moments to cherish for life. As the name of the place suggests the eagles eye is very powerful and that eye provided some sight not just on others but more so to look carefully within me. Whatever it is, however things turn out to be, wherever you fly dont lose sight of the land because thats where you belong so keep your feet on it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1217940078566553366?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1217940078566553366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1217940078566553366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1217940078566553366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1217940078566553366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/garuudmaachi.html' title='GARUUDMAACHI'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-7310359937027316264</id><published>2008-10-02T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:45:46.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATH  AHEAD.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enduring the heat at sea level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have got to learn how to stay chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uncertain challenges posed in the winding woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You would have to brave all the shit and contribute too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stimulating forces driving you to run through the hazy conditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clarity will be derived with some persistence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Distant peak would be a journey to explore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So explore it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-7310359937027316264?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7310359937027316264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=7310359937027316264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7310359937027316264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7310359937027316264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/path-ahead.html' title='PATH  AHEAD.....'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-4325356546527575380</id><published>2008-09-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:28:04.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOICE vs FORCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;WORK&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONS&lt;br /&gt;SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt;NATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything encompassing these would be done by choice or force without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the Choice good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Force work for the betterment or destruction of the cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often all of us are in this situation everyday where you feel your being forced into something and have no choice or you have a choice but your forcing yourself towards something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do? How do we go about it? Why should we do it? Definitely these questions are bound to run through your mind but in search for answers you are quite often lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible way to overcome such perplex situations in life is to put yourself into different shoes for every demanding situation and when sense prevails be it force or choice the decision you make will hopefully give you the feeling of being content and derive satisfaction from it.Remember when greed creeps into such situations its your self destructor so find the right Balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-4325356546527575380?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4325356546527575380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=4325356546527575380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4325356546527575380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4325356546527575380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/choice-vs-force.html' title='CHOICE vs FORCE'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5759900477101953590</id><published>2008-09-21T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:03:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial Characteristics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably is an ardous task in treading this treacherous path&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The need of the hour is TRUST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may hang by the Cliff and your arms are giving way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The need of the hour is DETERMINATION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find yourself swimming in the middle of the sea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The need of the hour is HOPE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be stabbed from the back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; The need of the hour is COURAGE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seem burried by sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The need of the hour is CHARACTER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Well then if its all Trivial bring it all together and follow them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5759900477101953590?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5759900477101953590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5759900477101953590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5759900477101953590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5759900477101953590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/trivial-characteristics.html' title='Trivial Characteristics?'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-4433821435525326038</id><published>2008-09-18T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:22:59.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARKED CHANGES... Probably</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smiley to Grumpy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Romeo to Mr. Meanie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedient to Mischievous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bindass to Task Master?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two left feet to Dancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these changes probably have come about since my undergraduate days to postgraduate days. Its been 3 long years, are these changes for the good or bad im not sure but all this doesnt define me so it shouldn't really matter too much i guess. Should i go back to some of these things i was in the past or retain what im now i shall decide over time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-4433821435525326038?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4433821435525326038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=4433821435525326038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4433821435525326038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4433821435525326038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/marked-changes-probably.html' title='MARKED CHANGES... Probably'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-724828703156381292</id><published>2008-09-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:35:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TAKE OFF.. The DELIGHTFUL JOURNEY.. The LANDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;September 24th, 2007 stepped forward to an uncertain year that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;My First flight abroad and UK bound it was&lt;br /&gt;Black Cabs, Red Buses, Underground, Umbrellas, Grey Skies, Black Suits, Buzz&lt;br /&gt;This was London and here i was to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3rd, 2007 The academic year for masters at LSE&lt;br /&gt;Year out after work to look for something new and grow&lt;br /&gt;Great Friends, Diversity, Countless memories, Parties, Umpteen Photos, Learning Experience, Job Challenges, Exams&lt;br /&gt;This was LSE and here i was to step forth and make my big leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 14th 2008, First Holiday abroad&lt;br /&gt;Land of the Gaelics and the Bagpipes was enthralling&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking Views, Glasgow, Edinbrugh Castle, Lochness, the monster and the first sight of snow&lt;br /&gt;This was Scotland and here i was to be mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29th 2008, College Trip&lt;br /&gt;City of Lights and often referred to as city of love&lt;br /&gt;Pub Hopping, Impeccable hospitality, Cruise on River Siene, Notre Dame, Eiffel tour, French Cuisine&lt;br /&gt;This was Paris and here i was wanting to return someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 01st 2008, The Trip Continues...&lt;br /&gt;Often reffered to as the Fashion Capital&lt;br /&gt;Castello Sforzesco (Power House), Walk in the Park, Street Events, Coffee and Bird Watching, Cathedral and Pizzas&lt;br /&gt;Milan wouldn't be complete without No4's whacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 03rd 2008, The Real Trip Starts here...&lt;br /&gt;This land often referred to its mythology and its history&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Food, Beautiful Aegean waters, Chilled out parties, Breathtaking islands, receptive nation&lt;br /&gt;This was Greece and here i was given peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29th 2008, Trip with the janta&lt;br /&gt;This land often referred to its scenery&lt;br /&gt;The Trains, Hostel in Interlaken, Midst of Strength and purity, Cruises, Boat Ride, Jungfrau, Snowboarding and DDLJ talks oh god :)&lt;br /&gt;This was the chocolate swizz and here i learnt to appreciate beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have travelled to India and returned to the UK in August but the delightful journey cant all be captured and somethings will go uncaptured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of my travel back to India again shortly is that i reach Bangalore the same day i left it last year.WHAT A YEAR - Ups and Downs, Good and Bad its all part and parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it all and now i look forward to the next phase. Bring it ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-724828703156381292?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/724828703156381292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=724828703156381292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/724828703156381292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/724828703156381292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-off-delightful-journey-landing.html' title='The TAKE OFF.. The DELIGHTFUL JOURNEY.. The LANDING'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8770525725901405773</id><published>2008-09-13T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:34:55.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for bottomless pits of the riches in the world turns a blind eye on poverty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for greener pastures turns a blind eye on barren lands left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for unbounded power turns a blind eye on all the destruction caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for lust turns a blind eye on what once was termed love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for success has left individuals drift away from what was once family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The desire for attaining spiritual elevation has lead to the human cosmos wander away from experiencing nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Human desires are limitless and things we see around us would broadly fit any of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These desires have messed up this world because no one ever derives satisfaction and content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer this takes the mess will pile up but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is BLIND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So who's gonna clear the MESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8770525725901405773?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8770525725901405773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8770525725901405773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8770525725901405773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8770525725901405773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/blind.html' title='BLIND'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-4061823208285680049</id><published>2008-08-25T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:22:04.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell composed this?</title><content type='html'>Times that i will never forget because of this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Friends singing when i walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Go Clubbing but the stunned feeling of "oh no not this song played here also"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Friends embarassing me in a hotel in london when it was played &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Gatherings and meetings well i'm not spared here also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many more incidents to come and will have to add them in here. :)&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning of some haunting, embarassing and moments that cannot be described but one day will look back and laugh about it all for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pappu Cant Dance Saala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox_HqsWbjuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox_HqsWbjuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-4061823208285680049?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4061823208285680049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=4061823208285680049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4061823208285680049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4061823208285680049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-hell-composed-this.html' title='Who the hell composed this?'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-739940218237863463</id><published>2008-08-13T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:11:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coveted Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every individual has a MIND of their OWN and more so can be governed by their own CONSCIENCE. So act by it when you believe in it, if you dont have it develop it. Thus its important in my view to believe in certain Values which i personally wished almost every individual believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elucidate on certain of my DISBELIEFS because this would give an idea on my BELIEFS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ADVICING - has to be timely and minimal.&lt;br /&gt;2. GOSSIP - get rid of it and if you cant listen and keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;3 PEEVISHNESS - control it.&lt;br /&gt;4. TIMIDITY - if you lack it, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;5. JEALOUSY - learn to be happy for the other individual.&lt;br /&gt;6. GREED - gotta learn the art of deriving satisfaction and being content with the limitations thrown upon YOU.&lt;br /&gt;7. EGO - gonna be your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are like the 7 seas that can be catastrophic to you because its like quick sand and the more you do it, the more your gonna get sucked into moving away from this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-739940218237863463?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/739940218237863463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=739940218237863463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/739940218237863463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/739940218237863463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/coveted-values.html' title='Coveted Values'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-4476802329091877772</id><published>2008-08-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:11:18.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horse - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dog - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithful&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cat - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Opportunist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bull - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fearless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;These animals bring a lot of meaning to everyone (think about it). At the first thought of these animals this is what they signify to me. We as individuals portray all these characteristics among ourselves - we are like a horse to one, a dog to another, a cat to someone to bother and a bull to a person like a brother. ALL OF US ARE LIKE THIS there are no exceptions and no one is greater than anyone else to this fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really isn't right here in MY OPINION is when the horse or a dog turns into a cat and when the good intentions of THE BULL is never understood. This is because most of us want everyone to be what they were with us all the time and whats more depressing is they dont look within themselves to realize that they themselves have changed colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message: All of us share these qualities but take sometime out to reflect upon what you have been with each other, if things have changed and if so WHY? If there is anything more to this then you have to ask yourself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-4476802329091877772?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4476802329091877772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=4476802329091877772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4476802329091877772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/4476802329091877772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflection.html' title='REFLECTION'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-520473121135830431</id><published>2008-07-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:41:08.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SJH45RF6w9I/AAAAAAAACag/H7SIYJSkePk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SJH45RF6w9I/AAAAAAAACag/H7SIYJSkePk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229234305078313938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the reason i have faith in Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;You'll made the year complete. I look forward to LIFE with all of you&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this space to you all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Talks&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's Provoking Debates&lt;br /&gt;Rib Tickling Jokes&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless Nights&lt;br /&gt;Youtubing at Holborn&lt;br /&gt;Walk by the Thames&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Charades&lt;br /&gt;Senti and wandering Ash&lt;br /&gt;Mid night Dinners&lt;br /&gt;Rosebery Parties&lt;br /&gt;Number 4 WHACKING TIMES for his CRAZY TIMES&lt;br /&gt;Tini s PJ's&lt;br /&gt;Shwetha Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Click Click Click there goes Bhumi&lt;br /&gt;Shivam and his Bhojpuri Dances ;)&lt;br /&gt;Pavi and her randomness&lt;br /&gt;Cuteeeeee the Kuti :)&lt;br /&gt;Maya and her magic with her smile&lt;br /&gt;Nalini's insightful thoughts on the SOCIAL World&lt;br /&gt;Ishan's Characteristic determining games&lt;br /&gt;Giggles Giggles Giggles its none other than Valli&lt;br /&gt;Lectures on India from Radhika&lt;br /&gt;Squeekyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy the Shredder cotton plugs please for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that first thing that flashes to me when your name comes to mind &lt;br /&gt;My dear JUNTAAA - JUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-520473121135830431?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/520473121135830431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=520473121135830431' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/520473121135830431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/520473121135830431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SJH45RF6w9I/AAAAAAAACag/H7SIYJSkePk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8655353370802451319</id><published>2008-07-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:38:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullabaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its a Boulevard of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;When Love And Hate Collide&lt;br /&gt;The Reason is their mind becomes A Carnival Of Rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unfaithful build a Stairway To Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Every Other Time a Sleeping Child is Free Falling&lt;br /&gt;This is How You Remind ME that Winds Of Change are needed for a Beautiful Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at Home will go All The Way For You&lt;br /&gt;The Heart Cries Out il Be Right Here Waiting For You&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you wont be Knocking on Heavens Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Steps Behind Im Gonna Be Around&lt;br /&gt;Its Not Over we will go Higher&lt;br /&gt;Your Beautiful you are The Youth Of The Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you understand by it then I'l tell you what i had in mind when i wrote this. Its all names of songs that I have used to get a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8655353370802451319?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8655353370802451319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8655353370802451319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8655353370802451319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8655353370802451319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/hullabaloo.html' title='Hullabaloo'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1116048198829702109</id><published>2008-06-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:11:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAINT YOUR PICTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The glimpse of some abstract art filled with various colors on a yard long sheet seemed the most frivolous form of art. Trying to make sense of the art I could relate the art to the state of mind of many when they set foot on the only country with an adjective in front of it. Setting foot with various objectives, driven by ambitions life for all has come a long way. Someone set earth on the TIME MACHINE, the future seemed so far a few weeks back and at the blink of the eye its HERE. The point for now is not to look back and see if the ambitions have been met or the objectives have been achieved but what certainly has happened to all of us is we have broken out of a shell to experience the world head on. At the crossroads with each one figuring out what to take on by the fist I’m told everyone only see's the painting of grey on most of the walls but to my eyes its just the reflection of the sky as the clouds clear you will see a different painting.Time for each one of you to paint THE PICTURE (it doesn't have to be perfect) but do it you will get better as you try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1116048198829702109?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1116048198829702109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1116048198829702109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1116048198829702109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1116048198829702109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/paint-your-picture.html' title='PAINT YOUR PICTURE'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-7158358031494415952</id><published>2008-06-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:00:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUDDY its DIRTY DANCING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH BOY we all learn to LIVE life to the fullest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still EVERYDAY we wake up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To realize our dreams and hope they do NOT FADE AWAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day of fulfillment THAT'll BE THE DAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i will RAVE ON, DEAREST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buddy Holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those HUNGRY EYES desire to freeze it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They CRY TO ME seeking us to STAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOVE IS STRANGE like the HAVANA NIGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LIKE THE WIND we all move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i shout out loud to say I'V HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Dirty Dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two musicals i experienced in london captured some of the best performances of the musicals through the songs that were performed. Wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-7158358031494415952?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7158358031494415952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=7158358031494415952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7158358031494415952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/7158358031494415952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/buddy-its-dirty-dancing.html' title='BUDDY its DIRTY DANCING'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6348090598342642530</id><published>2008-06-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:28:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A walk into this room and you ll find many exotic birds chirping around all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boundless and limitless joy when you listen to them everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selfishness creeps in when we want everything that we like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realization dawns upon me on why should they be caged and they were brought into this world to live life like the way i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time has come to let each of them go live their beautiful dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before i let them go they would be tagged and tracked&lt;br /&gt;Fly high but at the same time look below &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il always be watching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-6348090598342642530?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6348090598342642530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=6348090598342642530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6348090598342642530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6348090598342642530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/caged.html' title='CAGED'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-3697901217659577987</id><published>2008-06-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:24:22.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Years YOUNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SFUJ4zaqb3I/AAAAAAAABus/k6pM-9h2lqc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212083015230582642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SFUJ4zaqb3I/AAAAAAAABus/k6pM-9h2lqc/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The stroke at midnight on the 12th of June when most of the students at LSE were studying, my friends took time of to celebrate what i felt was just another day in the calendar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the celebration was "FOOTBALL" something that i am extremely passionate about. The cake was in the shape of a football and was lip smacking. The gifts after cutting the cake poured in like a river on rampage. A collage of memories of all the best pics with the princesses iv known here. Kuti and me on a nice coffee mug what a way to remember my adopted daughter gosh i sound so old. A card which is true to me which says "No Women - No Cry, No Football - Yes Cry" - so true to me. Hilarious stuff. Then comes the agony for me revenge to another where i had to work tediously to open a huge box filled with chocs and each within a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt end there what i consider my best gift and i absolutely love is a t-shirt that i got in two of my favorite colors which says "Single Reddy" good stuff :). Once i wore that t-shirt i was drowned in champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that i can say is a BIG THANK U and give everyone a BIG HUG for what they have done. The memories i carry forth is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a ton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-3697901217659577987?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3697901217659577987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=3697901217659577987' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3697901217659577987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/3697901217659577987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/25-years-young.html' title='25 Years YOUNG'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/SFUJ4zaqb3I/AAAAAAAABus/k6pM-9h2lqc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8307661947311838576</id><published>2008-05-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:10:27.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saare Jahaan Se Accha</title><content type='html'>Its at HOME where my heart lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we have to move forward the richness of the past has to be preserved, its just not history there are things to learn from it and take pride in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to move forward with new dreams and aspirations where we believe there is no stopping now, in my view has to be a change driven right from the roots of India. We shouldn't just be the voice of the future but more so the drivers of positive change for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice video watch it - 27 min long though but worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMGxVT0IbDQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMGxVT0IbDQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8307661947311838576?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8307661947311838576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8307661947311838576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8307661947311838576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8307661947311838576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/saare-jahaan-se-accha.html' title='Saare Jahaan Se Accha'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-5572181807227957900</id><published>2008-05-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:49:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little STAR - Speechless</title><content type='html'>Listen to believe how good she actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Adorable&lt;br /&gt;Melodious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on there will be many adjectives to describe this talent but see it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-5572181807227957900?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5572181807227957900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=5572181807227957900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5572181807227957900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/5572181807227957900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-star-speechless.html' title='Little STAR - Speechless'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8931771058914475115</id><published>2008-05-07T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:20:44.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up one morning in a new world without realizing how I got there. I was excited about the new world that could be explored. Realized a little later that it was lonely and first set out to find company because I needed some life because thats my oxygen. As I treaded the path of uncertainty I chanced upon other lost souls in the same state of mind and with limitations within each one of us we found others and grew as what we call as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braved the cold, the extreme winters, the scorching summers and through the seasons the bond grew among all of us. Each one of us has seen darkness through the day only to have the character to overcome this and see light. The support shown by one another through the tough times is overwhelming and unforgettable. The hunger to achieve and seek for greener pastures in the endless desert and the desire to overcome some of the mirages we encountered so far in the journey hoping for water has driven all of us so far. Some of us treaded away a little bit and since we quenched our thirst its time we carry some water and see to that the family satisfies their thirst before they get lost and sucked into some quick sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on i'am on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8931771058914475115?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8931771058914475115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8931771058914475115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8931771058914475115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8931771058914475115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/woke-up-one-morning-in-new-world.html' title='Desert Scout'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6790776493171431602</id><published>2008-04-26T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:37:55.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Revelry</title><content type='html'>A walk on the streets of london when the sun sets (well thats when it is around) it is really fascinating to see how the zillions of pubs gets filled up with gazzillions of socialites looking to unwind after a long week. As you struggle through the crowd you would chance upon the most intellectual conversations to the most naive conversations. You would look up to him and think where are your senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand the "SOCIAL" aspect of alcohol - Do you have to drink alcohol to go out and have fun? As an LSE student im now accustomed to thinking that way :). Does alcohol taste good - HELL NO. A few drinks down there is loss of self contol - "WOW FACTOR" i guess but whats the use i dont see anything WOW about it. The way i see it its left you with a "HUGE HOLE" and you go WOW about it. Its hilarious. You might argue that you forget all your worries when you get the high but to me if you have a mind [That anyways only few have ;)] there s nothing more stronger to overcome whatever bothers you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a firm believer in non alcoholism cause i dont see any benefits to it. Well dont get me wrong i dont hold anything against people drinking "But within a limit" but i wish to seek for answers as to why this is the most sort after revelry world over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-6790776493171431602?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6790776493171431602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=6790776493171431602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6790776493171431602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/6790776493171431602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/04/drunken-revelry.html' title='Drunken Revelry'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1263639324216149782</id><published>2008-03-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:21:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/R-r2Kw2AgKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UquFI159JA4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/R-r2Kw2AgKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UquFI159JA4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182224986013728930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back when i saw that a friendly match between brazil and sweden at the Emirates Stadium was on general sale a dream was about to be fulfilled. Gathered a group who wanted to experience what its like to watch a match and we booked 8 tickets for the big day.  I wasn't really that excited till the the big day, though it was the Arsenal Stadium i wasn't watching an Arsenal match live as yet in the stadium. That day too will come im sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of Ronaldinihio and Kaka missing the clash din't really spoil the spirits, ev1 were eager and looking forward for it. The 8 of us were supposed to meet at rosebery at 6 in the evening and head to the stadium by around 7 or so. Part of our custom we are always late never the less we have our fun and hold no issues with it. After some minor delays we caught a bus to the stadium at around 7 hoping to be their on time. To our bad luck the bus we took broke down and added to that there was such a huge jam. We decided to walk it instead of waiting for another bus and heading to the place in the chaotic traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some brisk walking and catching up on some beer and snacks on the way we caught sight of the "BEAUTY" and thats when i really felt my pulse and the excitement. There was the sudden rush of blood and a deep desire within me to run right through as soon as possible. As we entered the stadium the players walked onto the field and the stadium was still filling up at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was electrifying, we shouted our lungs out, danced to the samba tunes, the mexican waves and we almost brought the stadium down with everyone banging their feet onto the ground in tandem. There were even boo's around the ground for anderson well he came to his rivals stadium he had to face it goes with the game i guess. Pato was the star of the evening. Gave us all the sight to view the first live goal and boy was it a sweet strike and a good finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game though wasn't too competitive it was a worth while experience and has given me a great desire to go back and watch more. The night dint end there had a really long walk in the rain got drenched in it after ages and boy was it great, as i sip on some hot coffee and after relishing some gulab jamuns some advice for those who missed out today "GO EXPERIENCE IT, ITS A GREAT FEELING". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HIGH on life at the moment with a dream brought to life made my evening which im bound to remember for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1263639324216149782?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1263639324216149782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1263639324216149782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1263639324216149782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1263639324216149782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night to Remember'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XayLZ5ZNv6E/R-r2Kw2AgKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UquFI159JA4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-1777492712623228216</id><published>2008-02-29T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:48:31.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloured World</title><content type='html'>If you think the world is beautiful think again. People in South Africa have faced enough of music to the disturbing world of "Apartheid". You can hear the voices crying out for help and wanting to be a part of the society. I call this Bleeding Love and they wait for the days that they can feel the Winds of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people of the outside world we are made to believe that things are better in the western world and as much as they deny there s no racism in their countries we have to take it as a fact that it does exist and do we have to live with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to say anything more but such Disturbing scenes makes you really think - In my opinion "Live life King size" come back to india people we have problems but we know how to live as a community and have RESPECT for other societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me to another question are we socially responsible to bring about a change. I believe we are all responsible to bring about this change and see a WORLD COMMUNITY. How do we bring about this change and abolish such inhumane treatments being vented out to individuals. If you are relying on the governments to bring about this change forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the force for the future changes. Be responsible and BE THE DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ibnlive.com/videos/60050/racist-video-at-s-african-univ-sparks-outrage.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-1777492712623228216?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1777492712623228216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=1777492712623228216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1777492712623228216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/1777492712623228216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/02/coloured-world.html' title='Coloured World'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-8228385022086473425</id><published>2008-01-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:46:29.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I woke up this morning with huge anticipation for the semi final game in the evening against the spurs and i was expecting a good blend of youth and experience for this return leg and it so was to be when i found out later in the evening before the kick off. I did believe we will have a fair chance to win this tie and go through to the finals for the consecutive year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I met a couple of pals at the Tuns in lse told them about the game and how excited i was. There was this inner confidence of having faith in the team that they would do it. The day in itself was not all that good for me as i got a reject from one company and then later goofed up in my application to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From the tuns we moved to rosebery where i was treated to some british dinner where i had boiled potato [which i already look like :)] served with some cold slaw, sausages and salad. It wasnt bad to be honest. A quick easy meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Headed to this place close to rosebery to watch the match and boy was i in for the shock of my life. Arsenal lost 5-1 i cant express how disappointed i was to see that score line. In the end we deserved to lose there was no fight to win the game, there was no creativity, loss of ideas to play the brand of football they are known to play. Its a test of character for them to come out stronger next game. Lets c whats in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have no clue why im so passionate about this game, people may say its just a game but i will fail to give you an answer as to why its become a part of me. U might say its madness well yeah may be but it makes me happy, so i dont care. There are few things that are really close to me and this club is. Just felt like writing on my blog today so till next time sayonara :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-8228385022086473425?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8228385022086473425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=8228385022086473425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8228385022086473425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/8228385022086473425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-to-forget.html' title='A Day to Forget'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-2246091126432553261</id><published>2008-01-08T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:55:58.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALTON ON THAMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Suneel and I were invited for lunch by Martin who lived in a small english town called Walton on thames. The invitation to me was very pleasant and it was the first time that I actually travelled out of London during my time here over the past few months. Its quite funny how much i speak about the weather here and the weather on that day helped me enjoy the scenic beauty around the lesser confines of the fast paced world. It was about an hours journey so it was short lived and gives me that eagerness to do some sight seeing in the near future to other parts of the country side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On arrival we were driven around the town to see some parts of it and were shown the castle of Henry. After a drive past the castle we were taken to a local park and cricket club beside it which was on the banks of the river thames. The houses on the banks of the river were magnificent and would surely be lovely to stay there for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For lunch we had some indian chicken tikka masala and rice and boy was it yum. Had a treat to some nice choc pastries after lunch. The funny part of this trip was the ride on the bike. Well thats a different story will disclose that sometime in the future :) well if u wanna know then u have to meet me in person. It was a beautiful beast 1000 cc and boy would love to own something like that someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At the end of the day we all headed back to london like three musketeers and headed to a spanish bar and restaurant and over drinks we debated on various topics and if the US is to be blamed for its influence over world governing bodies like World bank and ILO. It was one of the interesting debates that i have had and will remember this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I thought that was it for the day but it wasnt to be back home there was another debate on the repression of women in society in india where i didnt debate much on it but i was there listening to some heated conversations over a couple of hours and the heat got to a point in between where even the fire alarm bell went off. We indians surely know how to turn on the heat BUT the alarm wasnt because of us there really was something burning in one of the other kitchens on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Another eventful and memorable day in the week gone by and the time has come to get back to college for the Lent term and make the best use of it and squeeze the max out of what i can take this term. Lets see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5161397042221770768-2246091126432553261?l=memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2246091126432553261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161397042221770768&amp;postID=2246091126432553261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2246091126432553261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161397042221770768/posts/default/2246091126432553261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsdemoi.blogspot.com/2008/01/walton-on-thames.html' title='WALTON ON THAMES'/><author><name>Redgun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885843307346629325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161397042221770768.post-6586280629738714308</id><published>2008-01-06T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:56:34.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve and the New Year - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;A dark rainy evening lead us all to radhikas door on new years eve. Where about 15 of us gathered to make a full south indian dinner and boy did we have a blast making such an extensive dinner. After dinner we strolled towards the london eye to catch a glimpse of the fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I couldn't believe what i saw the whole place was packed zillions of people pushing, drunk as always and for a change see the people with happy faces rather than their long grumpy old faces. To our bad luck we were lead to the next bridge to see the fireworks. Waited freaking 2 hours for a 10 min display of smoke. I couldn't believe my eyes that they spent 1.5 million pounds on that. To me that was such a waste of money to display of power. The money could have wisely been used to get some children of the roads for education. Food for the hungry. People might argue its not my problem and we shouldn't worry about it well we are all human and we are collectively responsible to what happens to this world and we together have to bring a change to things that go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;After that we headed from the crowd to grosvenor n were disappointed cause someone had taken away the speakers and that spoilt our party temporarily. That disappointment lead to sid throwing up. Sympathies to chirag who had to clean that up. There on we all moved to rosebery and boy did we all dance till we dropped dead. Danced to all Indian numbers and did some nice TAPORI dance :). At 5 it was time to call it a night and we all headed home to get some sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I have poor memory and i thought this is a nice way to recap some of my memories in the future. Who would need shilpa shetty we have a duplicate in LSE but personally i prefer seeing Shilpa shetty :). Final dance of the evening Enjoy it Everyone. 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