<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-89666456346103067</id><updated>2024-09-02T04:36:20.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of LEOBOND....</title><subtitle type='html'>LeoBond...A LIONESS by nature &amp;amp; BOND in everything I do....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-3735765853333415133</id><published>2015-12-29T13:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2015-12-29T13:53:30.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Better Half!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Webster says - Better Half is the &quot;SIGNIFICANT OTHER&quot;part of our lives. We all live half of our lives with this person and spend all seasons of life with better half.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any Home can be CASTLE if the QUEEN &amp;amp; KING are in love with each other is rightly said.&lt;br /&gt;
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This other half enters your life either because you wish, or your parents wish due to society norms. In this blog I am only going to talk about the happy part of having a Better Half and how it revolves around our life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Till the time , this other half enters our life we are called SINGLE - Bachelor or Spinsters.&lt;br /&gt;
When this half enters your life because of your choice, then:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;We happily change our habits&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We are ready to adjust any moment and compromise&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We have no issues sharing our own personal space which we never imagined can be given to anyone.&lt;/li&gt;
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But, when this half enters because your parent&#39;s wish then the case may either be above one or check below :&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;We will die but will be adamant to change any habits&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We are creature who do not have compromise or adjustment in our dictionary&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Personal space - excuse me , No entry&lt;/li&gt;
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I know, you must be thinking Really!! All set and done , after a year your wish or parent&#39;s wish -all is same.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You start spending time together&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You start missing each other if far&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You seek advice, moral support and become best friends.&lt;/li&gt;
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As time passes , this BETTER HALF or OTHER HALF is YOUR HALF.We were walking alone and it isn&#39;t impossible to live alone but this other half makes it different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If NOTHING Lasts forever, you will be MY NOTHING -My Better Half !!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes , your mind seems to be processing so fast that there is utter confusion everywhere and you just want someone else to decide for you.&amp;nbsp; Words which mean that some day everything will all make perfect sense, so for now laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason even do not console you!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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When the heart and brain do not walk hand in hand, when you hear several voices parallely coming , that is the HULCHUL in the cerebrum which is exactly what the Leobond is going through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In every woman&#39;s life there comes a time when the balance in Family and career looses control, when you have to break all the chains that stop you from moving on , virtual chains which seem to control your mind. When you are not able to decide if you need to sacrifice something you love the most and grab the new opportunity or live with the one you have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being the kind of person I am, can never do things which my heart never permits, but time sometimes does not favor you..:(&lt;br /&gt;
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Here again, I take a decision to go against my time, listen to my heart and struggle for my future. Leobond does not know what time has stored for her, but I am sure at the end of the day , one thing that will make me happy is I always listen to my heart. I was watching Bhag Milkha Bhag today and if that one Indian Blazer could bring so much will power in him, Leobond can definitely fight back this HULCHUL....&lt;br /&gt;
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Har kadam kathinai ka saya...har mod pe himmat thartharaya;&lt;br /&gt;
Gir ,gir kar bhi apne dil ko samjhaya ;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tu dare nahi, tu thake nahi...&lt;br /&gt;
Tu hai nidar, tu hai ajar...duniya ko yehi hai hardum darshaya;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jo pata nahi ...jo suna nahi ; usse kahe tu barmaya;&lt;br /&gt;
Jeevan to behta pani hai ; usse hi tu kyun ghabraya....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cheers to people who listen to their heart ..:) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Gentle breeze ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Leobond sits at the window and looks at the sky -clear and blue in the December winters and takes a sip of ginger tea; thinks for a while and smiles to see some vermillion fall on&amp;nbsp; the notebook. Leobond today tries to share with all of you the thoughts from being Single To Married by The Marital Status!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;
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People have different thoughts on this status ; some say Marriage is like a three-speed gearbox: affection, friendship, love while others say it is like buying something you’ve been admiring for a long time 
in a shop window … you may love it when you get home but it doesn’t 
always go with everything else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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As long as we are Single, they say freedom reaches peak- night outs with friends,movies , outings ,work all remains the same but one important thing that creeps in is the sense of responsibility with the change of one Status.&lt;br /&gt;
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The moment the status changes from Single to married, not only is the Facebook status first updated nowadays but we slowly realize that a new road starts under construction and the road is the Road of life.&lt;br /&gt;
The building blocks to this road are not stones and pebbles but love, warmth ,understanding and most importantly trust.&lt;br /&gt;
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Experienced Construction Engineers say its easier in Love Marriages rather than Arranged ones.Even if it is an alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the 
window shut, and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open , life is still beautiful and complete with the small small jerks the status keeps getting on.&lt;br /&gt;
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At one point of time you hate the status and at the same time you cant do without it coz at the bottom of the heart you do understand that you&amp;nbsp; care!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I see people all around me bowing to the vows and living it up&amp;nbsp; , getting old and trying to live upto to the Status. &lt;br /&gt;
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Single to Married is the status which is like a door which looks out upon a beautiful view. As that door 
is opened and the horizon unfolds before you, know that nothing is 
sweeter than the warmth of one hand within another.&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t marry someone you cant live with,you marry someone you cannot live without...:)&lt;br /&gt;
Friends , lets enjoy the Status!!!....&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends, this is my first post of this leap year 2012 and its almost more than a year since the Leobond has shared thoughts with you all. Penning down my thoughts, is my hobby but somewhere down the line, blew the storm of destruction blowing away the wind of hope,wiping out trust and breaking me down.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I look back and see&amp;nbsp;destruction&amp;nbsp;beyond repair, but friends getting lost along your path in life definitely defines a path to find yourself. So am I, trying to do. People say time is short and so is life, so its better to Smile and let go the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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Till the time we learn lessons to be learn&#39;t which makes us more matured in our thoughts and thinking, we have already lost hopes to live and start accepting things that fall our way.&lt;br /&gt;
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As life was turning its pages, so was I turning the pages of &quot; &lt;b&gt;The leader who had no Title&lt;/b&gt;&quot; and was getting engrossed in message the author via the Character of Blake Davis was trying to convey. Robin Sharma, has beautifully tried to deliver his thoughts in this book wherein the main message is only one thing- &quot;You don&#39;t need a Title to be a Leader&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the story begins with the plot where we find the author himself in a situation where he was living a life with no hopes, no desires, shattered with his past and no dreams to live for. We all must have gone through this phase in our lives because we all are human beings with dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dreams fail, hopes break and lives takes a different stroll where we try to isolate ourselves searching for loneliness.But it is this adversity which gives rise to inculcate in us the innate feeling of giving back to the society. Every setback in itself has a seed for opportunity and so is Leading without Title.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Lead Without a Title is to leave everything you touch better than you found it. Mediocity happens when people refuse to change and improve all that they do. We have a ton of technology yet less and less humanity. Let’s remember that people do business with people they like, trust, and respect.&lt;br /&gt;
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The author says: The more you leave your comfort zone, the bigger your comfort zone will grow. Each day at work, do the things you know you must do but are scared to do. That’s how you grow, build your&lt;br /&gt;leadership capability and access more of the leader within you. There’s zero safety in staying within what I call “The Safe Harbor of the Known”. That’s just an illusion that bankrupts too many businesses and breaks too many human beings.&lt;br /&gt;
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If at any point of time you thing you have lost the battle, gear up again and whatever role you are into, treat yourself the leader of that role and give your best, you will see that the whole surrounding starts giving a positive vibe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends, we all have our time machines. Some take us back , they are called memories. Some take us forward, they are called dreams. So lets follow our dreams...:)..:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone has said:&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loyalty cannot be blueprinted. It cannot be produced on an assembly line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact, it cannot be manufactured at all, for its origin is the human heart-the center of self-respect and human dignity.&lt;br /&gt;
It is a force which leaps into being only when conditions are exactly right for it-and it is a force very sensitive to betrayal.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such pillars are responsible for success stories of a company. The Leobond is herself a part of this SWITCHING THEORY. Today as I shut down my system, I thought to pen down what is going around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I talk about 80&#39;s in India , the market growth was slow and people once in one job,never thought of leaving the company before retirement. But ,now 15 years down the line,the attrition rate is ten fold higher and our crib session goes on and on. The mental satisfaction has been replaced by mental retardation in the job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Leobond introspects and finds that if given an option to correct myself I will go back two years back and would take back my papers...Really not joking but the series which started there is now never ending. Reasons can be countless but solution is none. People have several perceptions on this SWITCH theory but Azim Premji says : Why Employess Leave Organization?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The answer lies in one of the largest studies undertaken by the Gallup Organization. The study surveyed over a million&amp;nbsp;employees&amp;nbsp;and 80,000 managers and was published in a book called &quot;First Break All The Rules&quot;. It came up with this surprising finding:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;re losing good people, look to their manager .... manager is the reason people stay and thrive in an organization. And he &#39;s the reason why people leave. When people leave they take knowledge,experience and contacts with them, straight to the competition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&quot;People leave&amp;nbsp;managers&amp;nbsp;not companies ,&quot; write the authors&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD3&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-family: Calibri; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;Marcus Buckingham&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Curt Coffman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Mostly manager drives people away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;HR experts say that of all the abuses,&amp;nbsp;employees&amp;nbsp;find humiliation the most intolerable. The first time, an employee may not leave,but a thought&amp;nbsp;has been planted. The second time, that&amp;nbsp;thought&amp;nbsp;gets strengthened. The third time, he looks for another job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;When people cannot retort openly in anger, they do so by passive aggression. By digging their heels in and slowing down. By doing only what they are told to do and no more. By omitting to give the boss crucial information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Different&amp;nbsp;managers&amp;nbsp;can stress out&amp;nbsp;employees&amp;nbsp;in different ways - by being too controlling, too suspicious,too pushy, too critical, but they forget that workers are not fixed assets, they are free agents. When this goes on too long, an employee will quit - often over a trivial issue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Talented men leave. Dead wood doesn&#39;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was his perception, but the Leobond feels that loyalty is a two-way street -Loyalty Up &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Loyalty-Down,dont hurry and take decisions in haze. Its always respect for Superior and care for one&#39;s team which wins the race in the end...:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends, Leobond expects all the friends to share their views on the SWITCH THEORY...Lets Xplore 2GeTHR...;);)....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/88251661601580434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/07/switchis-it-right-time-for-replacement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/88251661601580434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/88251661601580434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/07/switchis-it-right-time-for-replacement.html' title='THE SWITCH.....Is it the Right Time For Replacement??'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-8927468822485058938</id><published>2011-04-25T00:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:14:05.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of all the things I&#39;ve lost, I miss my mind the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;Man is not the creature of circumstances, circumstances are the creatures of men. We are free agents, and man is more powerful than matter. Still f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;rom age to age, nothing changes, and yet everything ..... is completely different. The Leobond shares a thought which might raise a spectrum of emotions in all of us. Today while I was walking in the lawn, I saw two old ladies, chatting about the ages they have lived and the times that they have seen and the differences that lay in the Present &amp;amp; Past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;Ageing, a scale which measures a HUMAN on each and every aspect one tries to live and rates the economic growth of that person on the parameters of Success and Happiness.A person in Mid 30&#39;s is head to toe engrossed in running in the rat race and soon realizes that the eligibity in participating the race no longer exists. The Leobond tries to evaluate this ageing aspect in the eyes of these two old ladies representing the Common Old Man. When a person has strength &amp;nbsp;and energy, he takes care of all the responsibilities surrounding him. As times grows fonder and fonder of this energy, the level of this energy decreases but the spirits still high. These people still think -I wish I could work like before, run and be active. Where is all my energy going? It is during this age and time our elders need us the most. The love , concern and care that we shower not only boosts their courage to be jolly as before but also a positivity in their adrenalin to live a more happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;People at this age think :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of all the things I&#39;ve lost, I miss my mind the most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Seen it all, done it all. Can&#39;t remember most of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;Have you ever heard your Parents say that they cannot really work like they could as before and sigh!!! I don&#39;t need to remind anyone here that with time ageing can create gaps in the minds of our elders but its us , who are suppose to bridge the gap and keep this viscous circle of Ageing move on.The Leobond , requests all the readers that we all should take out some time from our busy schedule for such people who have taught us how to take the first step of our life and spend most our times with them. The human psyche at this ageing level tends to be positive only when the young ones realise that our moral support is all these people need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;Let them also say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #00009f; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; word-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt; &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along comes today &amp;amp; I realise my mind is still the Super Computer&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cheers to the Inheritance of GenNX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/8927468822485058938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-all-things-ive-lost-i-miss-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/8927468822485058938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/8927468822485058938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-all-things-ive-lost-i-miss-my-mind.html' title='Of all the things I&#39;ve lost, I miss my mind the most.'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-1061841595164673580</id><published>2011-02-15T00:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:35:56.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a BOY &amp; a GAL – Larry &amp; Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&quot;When it hurts to look back and Ray is scared to look ahead; She looks beside and finds that you have always been there ...It’s you -Larry&quot;....This story takes us back to 2001, somewhere in October when Masters in Business Administration classes began for Ray. As usual, like all children in hostel, Ray was homesick, new place, changing environment and faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from home as her parents were posted in Florida...Since her name started with &quot;R&quot; so her roll call came late with all unknown faces and culture. Accounts and the Balance sheet giving all mismatched debits/credits!! They had to work in batches of two for assignments &amp;amp; her Roll call was 23.There was some problem in her assignment but she had a huge crush on the Accounts Professor, hehhee, so pointless to say that she did not want to make mistakes...Suddenly someone approached her and corrected her Balance sheet...It was late that evening and she had to go to the hostel as all her friends were waiting...After she winded up light went off in the room and it was dark in the corridors and all the guys started to scream and shout and she was little scared...Suddenly she heard the same person say, come lets go out and she said-‘ I am afraid of dark’. He said don’t worry, follow me and she slowly followed his footsteps...She never knew that this was the beginning of a new story -Story of a GAL &amp;amp; Boy....(Larry &amp;amp; Ray)....She then came to know this 6ft 2&quot; guy was LARRY...He was sober and down to earth, quiet by nature....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;On one hand where Ray was a chatterbox, very naughty, stubborn and sensitive Larry was quiet,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;practical and a Man of Principles. People say opposite poles attract and so was nature trying to do-bringing Larry and Ray closer. It was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt; April 2002, Larry’s birthday and Larry wanted Ray to join him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;There was chaos in the hostel as Ray had rejected Larry’s invitation of joining him on his birthday and after a lot of discussion she had to agree. People say ‘First Date’ is something one would never forget in life and so was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt; April 2002 for her. Scared, suspicious to talk with loads of hesitation in mind, the evening started to take off but as night creeped in, Ray soon realized that she had got a great friend on whom she could rely on for life long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;The thin line between ‘Friendship &amp;amp; Love’ was soon crossed and in 2003, they realised it was time to be serious about a few things in life –the PRESENCE of the other person. It is said that you feel that you are in love with someone, when ‘YOU ARE SCARED OF LOOSING THE PERSON’. It human natures not to accept things at one go and so was with Larry &amp;amp; Ray. It always you’re surrounding which is sure when two people are in love except for the ‘TWO’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Larry stayed in Montgomery, which was near to the college and used to frequently visit his hometown whilst Ray was used to hostel life. With time, maturity creeped in and it was time to struggle for SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST...With love in life, came hopes and with hope; dreams were woven and in the house of dreams lived the RIVAL of LIFE – DESTINY coz Masters were getting over and it was time to say goodbye with everything left on destiny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;It’s always said ‘Where there is a will there is a Way and as time passed destiny started playing games with Larry &amp;amp; Ray making them work in not only the same field but also location. It was ‘STABILITY’ which was the need of the hour and with friend’s and relatives poking here and then for Wedding Bells. One very important thing was that Larry &amp;amp; Ray came from different culture and moral values, so loads of uncertainty in what was stored for them in future. Larry &amp;amp; Ray knew that the storm can any time separate them and that was the time when Love was losing the battle and there was hue and cry. Larry thought it was time to move out, so he moved to London for better opportunity and forget Ray whilst Ray was still not able to figure out how life was treating her. After every storm there is still breeze, and friends its love and only love which keeps the hope alive. London was new for Larry but the feeling of carrying a Broken Heart was deep buried inside him. Soon Ray realised that God has his own signals to show a ray of light and she thought that perhaps we always fall in love the very first time we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won&#39;t win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings and Ray decided to quit everything but to live for the ‘MAN OF HER LIFE –Larry’. When you want something the universe conspires to help you achieve it and Ray with every hope of life decided to live happily for love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Friends, Leobond believes that all of us have Larry &amp;amp; Ray inside us, so listen to your heart as where the heart is, you will find your greatest pleasure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;So lets all of us together spread the message of this Divine &amp;amp; Sacred feeling of Love...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you....:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/1061841595164673580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-gal-boy-larry-ray.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/1061841595164673580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/1061841595164673580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-gal-boy-larry-ray.html' title='The Story of a BOY &amp; a GAL – Larry &amp; Ray'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-7518952810199681992</id><published>2011-01-14T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:39:41.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I need more Hellos!!!!</title><content type='html'>This the first post by Leobond in the begining of this new year 2011. Hope the kickoff has been smooth for all..:)...Today I share with you all a silly but very interesting topic : &#39;A GoodBye Mail &#39;....&lt;br /&gt;
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About &#39;Goodbye&#39;, someone has rightly said : &lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;sqq&quot; href=&quot;http://thinkexist.com/quotation/why_can-t_we_get_all_the_people_together_in_the/9411.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;Why can&#39;t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn&#39;t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-&lt;b&gt;bye&lt;/b&gt;. I hate good-&lt;b&gt;byes&lt;/b&gt;. I know what I need. I need more hellos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;Today, sitting in my new work location, when I got the first goodbye mail from a team member, I winked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;Lot of changes have come in writing such goodbye mails from formal to witty , the journey of the subject lines for such mails has been very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Goodbye mail used to be sent in the earlier days as a formal way of thanking people and we all agree that like letter writing courses, there still exists template for the same. But with changing time the style of writing has become more day to day conversation type mails -Subject liners like SEE U LATER/KALTI.COM are more in use..;). People used to start working with one company and get retired in the same , so leaving would be a highly emotional part for such a person, but with privatization being the BUZZ, MNC cullture creeping in &#39;See You Later &#39; has replaced the old subject lines of &#39;Adieu&#39;. Some say, we only part to meet again and I agree to it, but there are many such farewell mails which leave mark on us and we remember them for their wit or the style. Offcourse, goodbye is a strong emotion and sometimes impacts a lot but a small experience of saying goodbye also matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;The leobond&amp;nbsp; feels that so many faces in and out of my life ,some will last ,some will be then and now but life is a series of &#39;Goodbyes and Hellos&#39;...So its again time to say good bye and more in the next post...:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;Happy Sankranti/Lohri/Bihu etc to all of you...May the universal language of kindness always be there on your face :Thats your SMILE..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sqq&quot;&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/7518952810199681992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-more-hellos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/7518952810199681992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/7518952810199681992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-more-hellos.html' title='I need more Hellos!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-3526250222073988710</id><published>2010-12-13T23:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:24:53.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Innings in the City that never SLEEPS comes to an End..:) -Part 2</title><content type='html'>It is said that : &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Bonding...:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A smile happens in a flash but its memories last a life time and this was exactly what happened from 16th Aug 2010 in my french classes. New faces, new experiences and a new hopes for me. Sachin was back from Netherlands with Jaani joining CG and old friends reunited. I shiftted to M1 and sat with my friends and suddenly on one of my trips to Delhi which was frequent like going to shopping, I got my next job offer. To tell you the truth, my thoughts towards life&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;changing: 9 hrs job&amp;nbsp;is montonous, wanting to do something of my own has started to built its own&amp;nbsp;space !!! Its during this tenure I realised that for people work can be far more important than valuing people but I have never given work such a priority. Learning French from Anupa Ma&#39;m was like one in play school. Will all the jokes shared with Nilesh/Ritik/Abida/Kanchan.Our very romantic Pradeep&amp;nbsp;and lovely comments of Sanhita used to&amp;nbsp;make us stress free.&amp;nbsp;The tea break used to fun with juice the cocum...lol..I hardly know how 3 months passed and my certification day of 15th Nov was knocking the door...Today is 13th Dec -Happy bday Bro. I wanted to be with him but my FFS formalities stop me from this. My sat/sun fun days with Sattu/Purav will always be there in my heart.The bindaas shopping experiences with my chote lal. One thing which I need to mention here, apart from all the friends I have ,I have a Bhullakad friend to add here. We almost every fortnight have had cat fights &amp;amp; will never forget them..;).How can I miss Sachin/Jaani/BIN/Hari :the perfect 4 and people whom I have pakoed the most...:) and the car drives so often...In short&amp;nbsp; we dont remember days, we remember moments as the richness of our lives has memories as the toppings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Friends, the Leobond might be too philosophical &amp;amp; emotional at this moment but I have always tried to live my life on my own terms &amp;amp; conditions. This stay of mine has made me learn loads of things specially a fighter from loneliness..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The FrenchLovers...:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Pals..:) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Jokers and their fav Car..:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;During Diwali...:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gandhiji ke teen bandar....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My sweetu freinds...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The lovely rendezvous..:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The new year bekons new hopes &amp;amp; aspirations for all and with 2010 coming to an end, I wish all the very best&amp;nbsp;to all of you in all&amp;nbsp;endeavours .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;All&#39;s well that ends well &amp;amp; I think nothing can be more beautiful than sharing my thoughts as I move back to my roots!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Cheers to all the memories&lt;/span&gt; I have had in Mum..:)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/3526250222073988710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-innings-in-city-that-never-sleeps_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/3526250222073988710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/3526250222073988710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-innings-in-city-that-never-sleeps_13.html' title='The 2nd Innings in the City that never SLEEPS comes to an End..:) -Part 2'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsavbnaUMDDW9vSla9AAdh8cj_1nbZuy_jIEBkOOB32jnwDJT35WKVgUe5zokEepGJqP7YUUX6cwIkMuqtwkRw4uBHWsqX7Wmz0A6X8x1umOgrEDE9AvMz1w8wJNFskpsfH_KhLcuf8bzS/s72-c/IMG_0403.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-6443286587623254071</id><published>2010-12-13T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:24:19.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Innings in the City that never SLEEPS comes to an End..:) -Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;C&#39;est la Vie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They say that life is a sinosoidal wave with crests and troughs &amp;amp; I agree to it : I write to you the crest &amp;amp; troughs of my stay in Mum in two parts. Begining with the Trough part:&lt;br /&gt;
It is said that memory is a way of holding on to the things you love,the things you never want to lose; so is my post - a fairy tale of my 8 months stay in Mumbai. It was 4th April 2010 when I was in Mum to join the 2nd company -Capgemini of my career. After settling me Lavi, flew back to Delhi on 4th &amp;amp; the first day when I was all alone in Airoli-a place I never knew. The leobond is very scared of darkness and 4th was the 1st night when I had no one to share dinner with &amp;amp; missed everyone like hell -words cant describe the loneliness!! The next day was Monday &amp;amp; a fasting day and I left home for office. On reaching Vikroli I met Sachin &amp;amp; he told me the shuttle funda here &amp;amp; dropped me to M1. After completing all the formalities I had to call up my -BUDDY as per CG guidelines..hehhee...I was so tired coz of no tea that I wanted to go home and sleep but I knew that I was suppose to greet everyone with a smile which I was hardly able to do ;). The 1st day was over and that was the begining of my 4 months tenure in Airoli. The 2nd day I met my Project manager -too grounded and soft spoken person and all the team members with whom I was suppose to work with. After a weeks work I somehow could sense that this is not what I wanted to do and the journey of dissatisfaction started. Hue /cry and complaints and all the negative vibes gave rise to a new struggle!!! My landlady wanted me to search a new house just after 20 days of my stay &amp;amp; the most dreaded problem of Mum. I felt frustrated as to how will i do that alone but thanks to all my friends in all corners that my search ended soon &amp;amp; I shifted to my new house very soon but all my brokerage money was gone-1st breach of Trust. You know its always better to let go a relationship when it becomes difficult to handle &amp;amp; this is what I was undergoing. Have you ever imagined how it feels to open the lock of your door at 12 midnight and cook and then eat alone- its dreaded &amp;amp; a nightmare!!! Professional life was full of disasters -opinion clash/dislikes and lonelines described me the best but in all the mids of that I was always blessed to have my BRO by my side. I often imagine why a brother is like a magician who waves his magic band and all tensions are gone- the best relationship to have who used to hear me non-stop and motivated me to do something which is my USP -my SMILE..:)..I had lavi &amp;amp; Tutu as a bliss who were virtually around me all the time. It was June which was a happening month for me as my bro was getting married and was the most awaited event of my life..:) With all the odds in my life I was always shown a ray of light in the darkness whenever I felt low and lonely...I thought my bday would will be one such moment but again I was proved wrong and it was one of the happiest ones with both Tom&amp;amp;Jerry in the town. One very important thing to be mentioned here that when on one hand I thought my professional life was totally skrewed up I had people like Saumya/Khitiz Jiju/Gulshan/Vijay &amp;nbsp;always standing like a pillar and encouraging me that they are there so boss I can burn my hands!! My project was coming to an end so I nominated myself for learninng French and I really did not know that all my dislike for the company would change and vanish soon like a magic..:)...Here begins my journey of CREST &amp;amp; ending the Trough part.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My chutkus...:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sumu di&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Buddies cum sis..:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Zindagi ki Talatum mein humne jab khud ko tanha paya;&lt;br /&gt;
Mudke dekha to har shaksh ko begana paya!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Tabhi achanak gam ke badlon mein ye kaisa sailab aaya;&lt;br /&gt;
Jisne khushiyony ki rah ka darwaza khatkhataya!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/6443286587623254071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-innings-in-city-that-never-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/6443286587623254071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/6443286587623254071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/2nd-innings-in-city-that-never-sleeps.html' title='The 2nd Innings in the City that never SLEEPS comes to an End..:) -Part 1'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aNFv7ruAqaIk35WN46-TUbfD_p3sTxFhLMQvtE3EFnmFVdhmhzY70utfh-rUx3y4s5Pc2WjGARl9otkO3RCLBq5vnYAA14U3yEsaauC3t9DcLh2mhPfun24ANB8-pktpbby9UCkLTwP0/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-6573056822727385090</id><published>2010-12-02T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:12:41.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the MAKING Of OUTLIERS....</title><content type='html'>Did the thought of board exams give goosebumps to you in your childhood???....If we look behind, nothing but 10 years back, I am sure we all will agree to it that its standard10th &amp;amp; 12th when we actually dont realise the importance of studies but they are the actual platforms to our future. Most of us dont realise that how important the grades were , either it was because our parents who were after us or because it used to be &#39;the study season&#39; , so we went with the general mob. Some children tend to be little different and excelled. Did we actually realise that if we dont score 90%, we wont be able to clear the cut off &amp;amp; by the time we did, a lot of tension used to get&amp;nbsp;build up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is the scenario the same!!!..I know most of us wont even know what &amp;amp; how the education system in India has drastically changed. It was in 2009, that grading system was introduced and children had a little less pressure on their heads in Class 10th. I wish even we had the same ;)...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the question that troubles me is : Why is the range of IQ so varied in the human species? What is the single ingredient in a human which marks one person a Brilliant &amp;amp; the other Mentally retarded. Is it that high IQ leads to making of Outliers!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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What was different in Bill Gates/Steve Jobs/Beatles/Amitabh Bacchan &amp;amp; millions of others who stand different from others.&lt;br /&gt;
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This one ingredient is now the pain in the neck of the education system in India becaue competition is more and opportunities are restricted. Do we all agree that the children born in year 2000 or after have a different level of understanding and oppotunities&amp;amp; ammenities than what we had!! A 5 year old child in India now knows how to use laptops but we had not even known what a &#39;Click&#39; was and a computer looked like...This is the changing face of India and that describes the growth pace...&lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking about all these thing we can only&amp;nbsp; conclude that extraordinary achievement is less about talent and more about the opportunities that we create for the&#39; Future of Tomorrow&#39;. Malcolm Gladwell writes that the more you practice your craft–whatever it may be–, the more you create, and the more ideas you come up with, the more likely you are to be successful. This stands a formula in the making of Outliers. &lt;br /&gt;
We all are born with average100 IQ (reduces or increases depending upon utilization), it depends on various factors like the upbrining, the values and most importantly the extraordinary opportunities we get that makes one stand &#39;EXTRAORDINARY&#39; in the mob. &lt;br /&gt;
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In order to bring such a revolution in the children today who are the building blocks of tomorrow, the Education system introduces something which is called Students Global Aptitude Index (&lt;strong&gt;SGAI&lt;/strong&gt;)&amp;nbsp; in +2 levels.&lt;br /&gt;
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SGAI is a battery of Aptitude Tests which also combines Interest profile of a student. It has been customized to suit the Indian context and variety of student population in CBSE affiliated Private, Government and Aided Schools. Unlike the conventional Aptitude Tests, which indicate professional orientations the CBSE SGAI will indicate subject orientations at +2 level. The CBSE SGAI is meant for students of secondary classes. This coincides with the onset of adolescence and beginning of career concepts (although not in the concrete form). It is therefore crucial to give a road map to the child which is realistic and favorable. SGAI is aimed to empower a child with “self knowledge” in terms of the Aptitude and Interest, to enable the child in making informed subjects choices. Since CBSE SGI purports to reduce the mismatch between the Aptitude and the Interest it will further help in : &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Increasing motivation &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Reducing wastage of human and financial resources &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I am sure this changing facet in the education system in India will lead to the making of OUTLIERS who will help in shaping the future. Einstein had an IQ of 150 but Chris Langan has 170 , but it does not mean that high IQ can lead to winning nobel prize. Genius in one who cashes in opportunities and makes better utilization of them at the right time. Lets all hope that with SGAI getting introduced in 2011 which first hold its pilot tests in few schools in metros, be a stepping stone in the &#39;MAKING of OUTLIERS&#39;.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/6573056822727385090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-making-of-outliers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/6573056822727385090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/6573056822727385090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-making-of-outliers.html' title='In the MAKING Of OUTLIERS....'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-4790885059529025779</id><published>2010-11-20T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:32:04.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love - Undefined &amp; Uncertain - Anonymous Syndrome</title><content type='html'>People say its a lifelong disease and one never wants to get cured after getting infected..:)..Its a topic which is undebated and will always will remain so coz every human has a different feeling and perception to share on it.&lt;br /&gt;
Let me call it a disease ;) no human on this earth can escape this disease depending on the age..lol...The leobond does not want to add her own opinion in this post but will only share what people think about it and I am sure readers will agree to it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives meaning to it. There are times when people get infected by this disease at a very small age (teens) and I have seen the heart growing fonder day by day and people giving it a wonderful direction by marrying the same person and living to the promises they had made day one...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lets talk about the symptoms of Falling in Love : The most wonderful and lovely thing about it is you never know when it came , entered you and decided never to leave...There is no WHY &amp;amp; HOW to it.....The person whom you like might exactly be opposite to your personality but you might have a soft corner for him/her coz you know WHY but you cant argue on it...Only your heart knows it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Its generally in college which tops the statistics where we can see couplingsss...hehehee...I dont know if two people who get along well are actually in Love....The most common and dangerous thing which makes me laugh is that people around you know that you are in Love but you yourself are not sure about it and they say- We are just FRIENDS!!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I still remember when we were in college and the HUM-TUM song -ladki kyun na jane kyun ladko si nahi hoti....&amp;amp; we all had laughed so much about every truth in the song -where on one hand guys are born Bhullakad , gals have a memory plus back-up to remember every thing..;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I call love as ANONYMOUS Syndrome coz entry not defined and exit no one knows...There are various symptoms to it - I might be rude if I add my own opinion but if one judges such a person , we do all unusual things when in love and will try doing every non-sensical things on this earth saying that we are in love....The Valentine&#39;s Day is a live example of all such things.....lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now coming to the bitter part ...Where on one side I see people get whom they desire and give life a new direction but on the other hand have seen people struggle for years to get together. Some even leave hopes, and blame destiny(not their fault at all..and not to hurt anyone)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Every love directs towards one thing , that&#39;s marriage specifically in India. There are times when we marry the person whom we have always wanted to be with but still not happy. Was that actually love?? These are scary but is it that for a future we don&#39;t actually know , we should move on and leave the present..Is it that for some reasons since the society is not happy with the decision of our lives, we should move on???...Endless questions but no answers only one thing- I am in love but I don&#39;t know the future is all we say...:):)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I wrote this post today coz I felt the need to spit out my feelings and share it will you all as&amp;nbsp;wherever&amp;nbsp;I go now, I find people infected in their mind, body and soul by this Anonymous Syndrome. To all my friends, K SERA SERA which means What Will Be Will Be, its lucky that you have been infected. Listen to your heart and follow your dreams, rest is actually a destiny decided by God....:):)...So keep falling in LOVE and this ones for all of you in love....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Har falsafe mein ek choti si bazm hai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Aye Dost, meri zindagi tere geeton ki ek nazm hai....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Tu chirag ki roshni hai, to tera saya ek naya savera hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Tu samandar ki gehrai hai to tera sath mera kinara hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Mera aks tujhse hai , ya meri ruh ka sarmaya hai tu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Aye pakizah , ye tu hai ya teri bandagi, jo diya bankar meri har rah ko roshan karta hai.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/4790885059529025779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-undefined-uncertain-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/4790885059529025779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/4790885059529025779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-undefined-uncertain-anonymous.html' title='Love - Undefined &amp; Uncertain - Anonymous Syndrome'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-7327776099435296925</id><published>2010-11-13T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:02:36.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>War of Two Cities- I Call it DILMUM ....!!!!</title><content type='html'>The leobond today writes about one of her favourite analogies drawn between two cities in India : the left ventricle (SAY Delhi) &amp;amp; the right ventricle(Say Mumbai)....I call it the war of cities coz people always have drawn conclusion and comparisons when it cums to DILMUM!!!....I call it the LEFT &amp;amp; RIGHT ventricle of the HEART (INDIA)....To begin with Delhi....Since every city has its own pros &amp;amp; cons -so is wid Delhi...The leobond has spend most of her learning time(Graduation/Post Graduation) in Delhi...The moment you see Kulche/chole/chat/tikki/bhalle...glossy/flashy colours and people flaunting on the size of the car they have(hehheee), u knw you are in Delhi....You hear words like keddi gal!!!..bhaiji....Its Dellhi...The big glasses of Lassi...the autowaala asking Rs 100 for 100 m,hehehee...its Delhi....But one very important think -care and love....&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand Aamchi Mumbai is adversely different-Fast paced life, utter professionalism n bindas attitude of moving on!!!....The leobond started her career from here and I feel proud of that....When you see people running faster than a Rabbit, its Mum....so fast that you need to gear up!!!..&lt;br /&gt;
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I have met variety of people in my life and all have different opinion about the war of these cities : On one hand where Delhi is bit unsafe at night, one would love the night life of Mum...&lt;br /&gt;
Searching a house is one of the most tedious jobs in Mum -u can accomodate 5 in 750 sq feet, whereas in Delhi this space is considered so very claustrophobic!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Flashy colours all around increases the Beauty of Delhi and the simplicity of Mum touches your soul....&lt;br /&gt;
Punctuality : I guess readers will kill me for this....People are so very relaxed in attitude in Delhi &amp;nbsp;may be coz of the atmosphere whereas ; Boss aage badho ,Time nahi hai...Jaldi bolo are a few jargons very common in Mum....;);)...&lt;br /&gt;
Analogies can be numerous...but after living in both the places no one can deny the fact that the left &amp;amp;; the right ventricle of the heart(India) complement each other with their own charm and one should try to get a flavour of both...coz without any of the ventricle -Heart will STOP Beating....:):)..&lt;br /&gt;
Cheers to DILMUM....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/7327776099435296925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/war-of-two-cities-i-call-it-dilmum.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/7327776099435296925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/7327776099435296925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/war-of-two-cities-i-call-it-dilmum.html' title='War of Two Cities- I Call it DILMUM ....!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5896647902380472825</id><published>2010-11-05T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:36:54.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ashton Kutcher - I&#39;ll Be There For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style=&quot;background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hvmmwU4zzt8/hqdefault.jpg)&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hvmmwU4zzt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hvmmwU4zzt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;never&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5896647902380472825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/ashton-kutcher-ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5896647902380472825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5896647902380472825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/ashton-kutcher-ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='Ashton Kutcher - I&#39;ll Be There For You'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5282676370998866003</id><published>2010-11-05T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:06:17.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Festival &amp; the hopes which adds mobility to the pace of life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wrote this post on 4th Nov but was not able to post it..:)...So today here it goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The leobond shares with you the experiences in taking frequest flights from Mumbai -Delhi and vice-versa with a very common but a happening festival for we Indians.&amp;nbsp;Its been like travelling from home to office with me moving from Mumbai - Delhi and so on every month ;most of the time twice.With every journey, the difference that I see is every time the frequency of passengers. The scenario at the airport is every time very different.I always take the early morning flight from Mumbai so that I can reach my family soon in the morning itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today being 4th Nov,2010 a day before Diwali, the airport was tooo crowded as if I was standing at Dadar or can say Virar tsation to board the Local.People surrounded with their children making loads of noises could be seen here and there but there was a smile on everyones&#39;s face. I think it was the festival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile i.e the Pre Diwali special episode, and so was the cause with the Leobond. I was also there for the same cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been away from my parents after 12th and rarely have been with them during festivals so I dont leave any opportunity to be&amp;nbsp;with them whenever I get one. Last year all of us were together in Banagalore; this year since Tom(My sweetu bhabhi) is with us , I am going to Delhi, my second home.Festivals in every country have their own importance, this is what I was discussing with someone whom I met very recently in Capgemini CIm team. He is from Netherlands and&amp;nbsp;can talk anything on any topic and has varied in depth knowledge of every second thing on this earth.Yesterday , i too like others was busy decorating the cubicles in my office and was fun ;oh yes and offcourse I missed my almamater my very own TCS and its traditional day&amp;nbsp;where we had to look ultra traditional...and allof us used to be in extra special jolly mood.The rangoli comp/fenz/outings every second thing...The facebook is flooded with wishes, the mailboxes overflowing, the smses&amp;nbsp;here n there, everbody is busy in wishing each other. The offices/houses/restaurants every single place is decorated and every single Indian especiially has been trying to be in Jolly mood.In short, i would say that its only smiles everywhere but for some like Lavi..;)...to be mentioned specifically coz people like him are away from family and country as well&amp;nbsp;and are missing India and I guess that is the reason why a person like me is not fit for any long trip away from the country...Sometime back I had this great desire to go for a long term assignment but soon I realised that a person like me who feels homesick every single moment,who hates the feeling of staying alone is not fit for such assignments...:)...Better i realised it else would have really messed up my life badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to the topic, though got diverted, I wish all of you a very happy and fun filled Diwali...With new hopes and aspirations may every single desire get its final destiny and add to the pace of our very own life&#39;s mobility....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5282676370998866003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/festival-hopes-which-adds-mobility-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5282676370998866003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5282676370998866003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/11/festival-hopes-which-adds-mobility-to.html' title='The Festival &amp; the hopes which adds mobility to the pace of life!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5886016097343930804</id><published>2010-10-23T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:25:07.869+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ye hai meri Kahani!!!!</title><content type='html'>Time to leave the city which makes life forget all sorrows and teaches to move on in life - the feeling that is penetrating deep in me is what &quot;NEXT&quot;....The flash back reminds me of &amp;nbsp;the 2nd innings in Mum and this comes straight from my heart:&lt;br /&gt;
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Zindagi ke is safar mein raste bade tay kiye ,&lt;br /&gt;
Kuch kinare tak to kuch manzil tak chod gaye,&lt;br /&gt;
Kuch khushiyon ka sailab, to kuch dukhon ka zalzala dikha gaye;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kuch ne daman tham kar, zindagi ko ek naya mod diya,&lt;br /&gt;
To kuch ne soch ki gehri khai mein dhakel diya....&lt;br /&gt;
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Har mod mein aye Dost!!, humne hanskar aage badhna seekha.&lt;br /&gt;
Raston ki takleefon aur manzilon ki kathinayon mein,&lt;br /&gt;
Har waqt apne aap ko muskurate dekha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ye hai meri kahan, kabhi ladte, kabhi jhagadte;&lt;br /&gt;
kabhi khamosh rehke to kabhi dheeme se muskurake;&lt;br /&gt;
Har lamhe to aage badhte dekha...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ye hai meri kahani, meri jubani....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5886016097343930804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/10/ye-hai-meri-kahani.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5886016097343930804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5886016097343930804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/10/ye-hai-meri-kahani.html' title='Ye hai meri Kahani!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-3465075518987797563</id><published>2010-10-13T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:33:29.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the Purpose of Ma Vie!!!!</title><content type='html'>Have I completely lost it!!!...This is what I&amp;nbsp;kept thinking for almost a month....The thought that troubled me a lot and really made me behave like a crazy person was one simple thing - The Purpose of my Life on this Earth??....Has this thought ever troubled you?....Sitting in the bus and travelling to Borivalli, I was just thinking that when I was a kid the thing that mattered me a lot was my Learning Curve-My Goal. I wanted to become an Engineer because that was what my ideal -My Dad was..;)...Then I did MBA coz somehow the Leobond&amp;nbsp;wanted to climb the&amp;nbsp;Management&amp;nbsp;ladder&amp;nbsp;...After all these studies in all these years my career took off in 2007. I took off as an SAP HCM Consultant-sounds techy and IT Actually IS....I was too content with what I was doing untill I switched to my second job...Suddenly I started thinking a lot that am I on this earth just to sit in front of a Comp- a non living object,waiting for a project and live a monotonous life!!!....I even thought once that may be my not so busy life has made me behave like this but slowly I realized I always had this thought in me and its the time which has given fire to it...Now I see that the cloud is slowly getting cleared and I have started to nurture the dream deep buried inside my heart. I actually dont know whether I will fail/succeed but atleast I am content with the thought that I have started taking steps in the right direction...Leobond thinks that we all human beings may be some point of time have such a feeling of getting lost in this STAGE of Life but what matters is realizing YOURS DREAMS which we see....So Arise/Awake/Introspect and Realize your dreamzzzzzzzz.....:)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/3465075518987797563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-search-of-purpose-of-ma-vie.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/3465075518987797563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/3465075518987797563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-search-of-purpose-of-ma-vie.html' title='In Search of the Purpose of Ma Vie!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-2994700910473166306</id><published>2010-09-27T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:23:37.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Dilemma!!!</title><content type='html'>I can&#39;t control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There&#39;s only now, there&#39;s only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today - read these lines somewhere today while reading the newspaper....Roaming in the Crawford Market today, the Leobond was in a big dilemma whether I actually want to leave Mumbai and go back??.....A place where I started my career, made so many friends and the fast moving life but all comes to a stop when I think of my near and dear ones and as we say &quot;Home is where the heart is&quot;....still the Leobond lives in Dilemma.....Crossing the streets in Colaba, I had only one thought in my mind that I love to roam in these streets so much, love to eat here, eating at naturals and sitting at Marine drive.....Chotu, my dearest shopping partner and I roamed like rats today and after every break I took, my dilemma was again there in my mind. Sitting in the local and as the sweet breeze blows my hair in the air, the Leobond feels that my journey of Life is too frequent in the Mumbai-Delhi way. I always feel connected to this place and the best part is the security and freedom with which we all can move at any point of time..The leobond was bought up in the greenary of Assam and West Bengal so was able to speak Assamese and Bengali more fluently than Hindi.....My parents used to sometimes get worried if I will learn Hindi properly or not...After 12th , I left the land of rising sun and did my graduation from a place totally different from which I was bought up... The NCR as we call it, and spent good 6 years of Grad/PG and only approx 3 years in Mum have made me so connected to this place...I am too excited to see what next lies in the future and where my destiny takes me to and for how long coz one thing is for sure, I cry or smile still my life will never fail to be adventurous at any point of time and always full of little story....So, as and when time updates me with my destiny so will the viewers of this blog with my little story of life which I name it as -Memoirs of LeoBond!!!....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/2994700910473166306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilemma_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2994700910473166306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2994700910473166306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilemma_27.html' title='The Dilemma!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-2713988346322738705</id><published>2010-09-22T21:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:26:03.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The French Classes!!!!</title><content type='html'>&quot;I am BUSY&quot; is the buzz word &amp;nbsp;and Jaldi bolo kya kaam hai waali is fast moving world mein the Leobond is now telling you her favourite part of not so happening work life ;)...Apart from my lovely friends in Mum , the best part were my new FRENCH Classes!!.....I always wanted to learn a new language and when I nominated myself for this, I was pretty sure I wont get to do it because I was told that it was specifically for France Business Unit....But hopesssssssssss....is what we human beings never leave and a person like me whose life is always full of adventures always expects something unusual to happen. The classes were suppose to commence from 16th Aug and 14th noon I go a mail from Learning Deptt saying that my nomination was rejected as seats were full...:(...With a huge sigh I smiled and said to myself -&quot;I think I knew it&quot;....Suddenly I refreshed my inbox and another mail saying &quot;Your Nomination has been Accepted &quot;......I read it and showed my rabbit tooth generally which is there on my face which my Bro usually says....An unexpected but a desire was getting fulfilled...:)...On 16th Aug, it was 9.30 and Room No# 51 was full of 32 odd faces, and a French Teacher -Madame Anupa....We all gave introductions and the reason behind enrolling for this class and the Inception of all weird words coming and hitting the mind which we were slowly suppose to say - It began with Je m&#39;appelle Rekha which means My name is Rekha and the rest is all history. The 3 day classes in a week are the most wonderful moments for me as I feel like a little girl still in school learning alphabets and making mistakes with grammar and sentences...This back to school feeling is really special at one point of time and its during these sessions that I came to know many new people and all of different qualities!!! Its fun to connect with everyone, each one trying to help the other one learn French in a better way...Fun parts is the word -e&#39;coute which in French means to listen and we all make a lot of fun about it by saying saying its Hindi pronunciation...hehheee....Its September and we have learnt to say good lines in French which shows atleast a new additional knowledge of a Country, its culture and the place to this extent...In short, the Leobond is Loving It!!!!!.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/2713988346322738705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/french-classes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2713988346322738705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2713988346322738705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/french-classes.html' title='The French Classes!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5519731118561909935</id><published>2010-09-16T09:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:06:28.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To live after you loose your loved ones in Life!!!!</title><content type='html'>The year 2010 has showed the Leobond many ups and downs in life but the losses are unbearable. I am talking about my elder Di -Usha Di. She was 12 years elder to me. When in my summer holidays, I used to go to Allahabad, we used to have loads of fun and she used to make me read and learn new things.I was very fond of her. I was 11 years old when on one summer vacation I came to know that she was getting married, and not fully aware of what was happening I was busy in the marriage masti and could never understand the reason behind the sadnes - the sadness which at one point of time all the girls in India undergo, i.e leaving the house of their parents and starting a new life afresh. After marriage I could hardly meet her on my summer holidays and it were only letters which were the medium of communication as there were no mobiles past 9 years. In the due course of time I became the Maasi of two kids and time has moved on. There were ocassions when we used to chat and her love for us still remained the same. This year on Raju bhaiya&#39;s wedding, we were so exited about everything. Di used to be there for all the preparations and had spent good time together without knowing that this was the last time I was seeing her as Fate had different plans. Before we said good bye to each other she scolded me and said, bas I wont hear anything now, year end and I should be here attending your marriage. I smiled at her and said &#39;Jo agya Didi&#39;. Shez no more and the loss is unbearable. Its hard to digest but I have no choice and God has never left options. My own life is not going to b with me and can leave me anytime, how the hell can I trust anyone else and thats the real truth. We live, we struggle but at the end puppets in God&#39;s hand and helpless, whenever he wants, he takes away our loved ones from us and like puppets we accept everything and with time the pain reduces.We all know and agree to this fact but since we are Human beings we still EXPECT/LOVE/LIVE/STRUGGLE and the VISCIOUS CYCLE continues!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5519731118561909935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-live-after-you-loose-your-loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5519731118561909935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5519731118561909935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-live-after-you-loose-your-loved-ones.html' title='To live after you loose your loved ones in Life!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-47369858750369237</id><published>2010-09-03T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:26:14.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Boat Without A Rudder!!!!</title><content type='html'>Every morning I wake up, get ready, go for work ,come home, eat and sleep....What is the purpose of my Life???? I feel as if I am &#39;A Boat without A rudder&#39;...I am not the only one to feel this, there are many...I have no goals I guess...I mean I don&#39;t know exactly what am I expecting - a job change,going back,cribbing on little things because these are the things which make me unhappy but when I see around myself I see no probs at all and think everyday that is this the only reason why I am on this earth??...work ,sleep,eat and thats it....I had to take some printouts and I was away from office,so went to a Cafe near by...As soon as i asked for the system,I got scared as he was mute and he in his own way was trying to show me the system...I kept gazing at the person for a few sec and realized suddenly how foolish I have been at times to behave irrationally when I seriously have no problems at all...:(....I was getting late for my interview and he arranged all the papers so well that i was surprised at the quickness...The smile that he wore was so serene that it made me think n number of times what is the purpose of my life???At this moment I can only understand one thing, that things are hazy but there must be a ray of light which really shows me the meaning of my existence....&amp;nbsp;Atleast&amp;nbsp;bringing a smile on the face of people around me...I have always admired Bhu &amp;amp; Shreesh for the profession they choose, the Leobond thinks everytime thinking about -I,ME,MYSELF is the limit;may be we should move on....there are very few people who think about others...I am full of&amp;nbsp;over flooding&amp;nbsp;emotions but I seriously think that all my friends, we should all atleast have one good cause in our lives to live for apart from work(I),home(ME/MYSELF). I am sure I will figure out where my RUDDER very soon....:):)....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/47369858750369237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/boat-without-rudder.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/47369858750369237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/47369858750369237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/09/boat-without-rudder.html' title='A Boat Without A Rudder!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-154080900797884633</id><published>2010-08-12T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:42:44.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Bday Surprises!!!!</title><content type='html'>We all have heard dis saying in Hindi -&#39;Bin mange Moti mile, mange mile na bheekh&#39;...I would say God really made my day...Every year on 7th aug, the Leobond gets older by a year and its a huge celebration 4r her with d loved ones.....This year I had thot, it would be the worst one but the unexpected things all happened one after the other and made dis bday tooooooooooooooo special....It was 6th aug in the evening when I called my Mom and she was asking me as to how was I going to spend my day tomorrow?..I was too sad but as usual like a grown up daughter ,i never wanted to trouble her...so I just said I would enjoy....:(....At 8.30 night the door bell rang and o my surprise I saw my Papaz handwriting on the Parcel which said-&quot;To Munia&quot;....From all of us......Tears rolled off and you know these little things make me more emotional...At 11.00,I thought i would go and sleep but as the clock stuck 11.30, I had surprise guests...Friendsssssssssss!!!!!Had awesum time with dem and thanked God 4r really taking care of me....I was tooooooooooooo happy that bhaiya -bhabhi were cuming To Mum....Tom (This is what I call my bhabhi) was cuming to Mum 4r d 1st time.....I woke up at 8 and suddenly there was &amp;nbsp;sum1 over the fone...Btw have u ever been scolded by anyone on your bday???Hmmnnn ...this bday ye bhi hua and all tks to my BUDDY...Mr.Bhullakad did not giv his number when he went 4r a tour, called on 6th to wish me and scolds me as to Y i was being silly...Anywaz I felt too guilty to bhaved in an immatured fashion coz he was right but sumtimes U knw hez RUDE...;)...Doesnt matter friendz have d right to be!!!...After sorting the matter the door bell rang again and my LOVEBIRDS were there....I couldnt have asked 4r sumthing more than dis....The masti had &amp;nbsp;begunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn......We watched movie in the afternun and were there 4r d Party @ nite where I met all my TCSersssssssssssssssss after a longggggggg time together....Sumi di/Jiju/akshu/Tia;Dha/jiju;chin/Sid;Purvi/Sattu;Raju/Sheetal;Pinky/Polo;Krishna/Sreenu;Chots/Reet.............I saw alllllllllllllll of them after such a longggggggggg time....lovebirds tuk care of evrything and I thorouhly njoyeddddddddddd.....As the day was getting over,I had only one thot in my mind-I wish Lavi n Tutu could b hereeeeee.....and thankd God 4r making my day so Special....:)....In short, when we dont expect anything,the UNexpected brings Smile on your face and makes your day...Tks God..:):)......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/154080900797884633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/unexpected-bday-surprises.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/154080900797884633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/154080900797884633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/unexpected-bday-surprises.html' title='The Unexpected Bday Surprises!!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-2094113497962176808</id><published>2010-08-03T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:28:38.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A thought which dwells deep when I feel low..</title><content type='html'>Everyday when you come to the office, you can find your inbox flooded with emails, some forwards really boost your mind and acts like a trigger when you are actually feeling low...So I just thought of sharing it with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;
There may be Troubles&lt;br /&gt;
There&amp;nbsp;may be Challenges&lt;br /&gt;
There may be storms too....&lt;br /&gt;
But, listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;
Be free for you are free&lt;br /&gt;
Follow what your heart desires...&lt;br /&gt;
Forgive Yourself for the mistakes you have made,&lt;br /&gt;
Forgive others for hurting your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
For the things of past ,&lt;br /&gt;
You must be part....&lt;br /&gt;
If you do not ,&lt;br /&gt;
the present will suffer,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; the future will never START!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sure some thoughts do make a difference in our lives....:):)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/2094113497962176808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-which-dwells-deep-when-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2094113497962176808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/2094113497962176808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-which-dwells-deep-when-i-feel.html' title='A thought which dwells deep when I feel low..'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5659789435204876633</id><published>2010-08-02T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:33:34.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Irony in missing someone......</title><content type='html'>People say with distances, memories fade out. We all must have experienced this lot many times in our life. We meet people, keep in touch but suddenly loose touch....Thats how everything moves in life-we meet, we remember or forget. I think all this is too philosophical, coming to the point - You have n number of friends in life but only few who are there till the end - I am talking about Lavi, the 6ft 2&quot; guy damn grounded to earth and always wears a smile on his face. The Leobond is too emotional to many times understand what is right and what is wrong, fights with her closed near and dear ones...One such person in my life is Lavi. He felt for Chicago on Saturday -17th July,2010, I had never felt that this time when I will dial his number , I will alwaz get a switched off message and talking will be so damn difficult.On 17th July 2010 @ 6 LeoBond and her friends were having gala time at the IGI international Airport as if we were celebrating someone&#39;s bday -but we were there to see off lavi. As the night was approaching , my smile started fading....Bhaiya - bhabhi soon were there and we all enjoyed sipping coffee there. Tuts n Saurav were busy giving advices hehee as usual. As the clock struck 10, it was time to say goodbye and he left...Thinking about someone and not able to talk to that person is the irony and really makes you understand the importance of the person in your life....:)I am sure we all believe that TIME IS THE BEST HEALER but when you miss someone, the whole world seems depopulated..Isnt it??</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5659789435204876633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/irony-in-missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5659789435204876633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5659789435204876633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/08/irony-in-missing-someone.html' title='The Irony in missing someone......'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89666456346103067.post-5680650080259949119</id><published>2010-07-28T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:38:41.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats on my MIND -The Countdown that disturbs or the flow of EMOTIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>The title itself suggests many things-many thoughts,ideas,emotions flowing like a river from top to bottom in me...Two most important things- One that my 1st bday when I would be so lonely and secondly I am currently reading a novel which has left me speechless!!! The project that I was working for is OVER!! and Tutu reminds me that the LEOBOND is soon going to grow little older next month...A fresh year for me with my bday....New Hopes;new aspirations;dreamzzzzzzz..dats is!!!...Nooooooooooo not exactly , infact the first one without my closed ones!!!! Was this destined or I made way for it does not matter but the fact remains the same that this special day 4r me is going to be lil lonely without Lavi &amp;amp; Tutu as they have always been with me.....But when I look at it practically, I find tat all those things the Leobond has hated to do since childhood, God has forced her to do that..Examples can be many-I never liked to eat Upma,Thanda khana is not mu cup of tea and the important ones like EATING ALONE..STAYING QUIET for a long time,BEING ALONE and i guess I am not the only one who does not like it coz we all are human beings who suffer from EMOTIONZZZZZZZZZZ SYNDROME which makes life miserable.....Anywas I think thats destiny and it has to happen so its better I be happy and accept whatever comes my way...Now coming on to the book I am reading----APARAJITA by BIBHUTIBHUSHAN BANDOPADHYAY....the writer of PATHER PANCHALI...I would say that he&#39;s the INDIAN SHAKESPEARE!!!! The beauty of this novel resides in the simplicity of this book and the time which it takes us to....The story is a sequel to Pather Panchali and APURBO if you people have seen or read the 1st one...The natural beauty that describes the surrounding, the flow in the story,the spirit to fight back any situation.the reaction compels us to move into the character and understand the character well...The ultimate message that it conveys &amp;nbsp;is fighting back in every situation and moving with the flow of life enjoying every moment of it!!! Thats what the LEOBOND is trying to learbn in her MUMBAI PART 2 journey....So with my new year begining this August, I seek the path of more happiness &amp;amp; blessing from all..:):)...One more thing with the begining of this month as FRIENDSHIP DAY(1st August), may this begining bring loads of joy and togetherness.. (Cheers to all my friends!!!).....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/feeds/5680650080259949119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-on-my-mind-countdown-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5680650080259949119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89666456346103067/posts/default/5680650080259949119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofleobond.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-on-my-mind-countdown-that.html' title='Whats on my MIND -The Countdown that disturbs or the flow of EMOTIONS!!!'/><author><name>Memoirs of LeoBond....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05861970571785651723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1AXa0Gi4UYpIP4c_CVUxEhZEiIGaqxCfbZfegaMp7QN8zBITfeLuTtyVbiEt4rNQjGzAp7zWdPJrmlm_90IjnXGTCQSuPuGi7mljWOkWZh1AT5rUupZdHRSOVEPjCMw/s220/IMG_0368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>