<?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-3134998506809628970</id><updated>2026-07-21T12:15:05.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Intertwined</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-1195249133551160388</id><published>2010-04-06T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:33:50.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse</title><summary type="text">Every once in a while you are stopped; and there standing in front of your face is a glimpse of what&#39;s gone by. A glance from your past. Sometimes it comes as a pleasant memory that brings a joyous smile on your face;... Or a tempting opportunity that you fight to avoid but its too good to resist;... A nagging question which you avoid to answer;... Or a complex situation one feels helpless about;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/1195249133551160388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/04/glimpse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1195249133551160388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1195249133551160388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/04/glimpse.html' title='A Glimpse'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-1736817984412058832</id><published>2010-02-17T16:22:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:24:00.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type="text">In the midst’s of the crowd, the noise and the party, a hectic schedule, a zillion social calls and the time out with friends… There comes a time one craves for silence! Some time with oneself… It’s difficult to explain the need for this silence but its much needed and wanted in order to re-bond with yourself… Or maybe that’s just something I feel or need once in a while…
Have you ever felt the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/1736817984412058832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1736817984412058832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1736817984412058832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-207559805313527353</id><published>2010-02-12T12:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:39:45.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Religion?</title><summary type="text">In the world we live consists of many kinds of people; each unique in their own different ways… each holding there own set of beliefs that build from the teaching of their families, the society they move around in and their own experiences. But yet we all forget the basic fundamentals of where it all crops up from and the essence of its existence. For example we all follow some from of religion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/207559805313527353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/207559805313527353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/207559805313527353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-religion.html' title='What is Religion?'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-1076355817386997433</id><published>2010-02-03T00:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:00:24.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled Mind</title><summary type="text">   

Seeing people around me and their lives… I came to observe a common thread in a lot of us. It really makes me wonder… as to why it is so easy to believe in the worst case scenario or in seeing the worst in others and its so hard to believe that good things can happen and appreciating the people around us. Is it really that hard? Have we all really become that cynical? If yes, then STOP and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/1076355817386997433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/jumbled-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1076355817386997433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1076355817386997433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/02/jumbled-mind.html' title='Jumbled Mind'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-1419524372924433831</id><published>2010-01-28T23:56:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:59:28.661+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><summary type="text">How to survive?&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;During a conversation a friend once told me that, “I don’t know where life’s headed. I don’t know how to survive.” It some how stayed in my mind and I wondered why in the smallest of situations we feel so terrified of the uncertainties of life because we are not very sure what it has to offer! I have always associated the word survival for a big trauma; mostly life or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/1419524372924433831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/01/survival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1419524372924433831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/1419524372924433831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/01/survival.html' title='Survival'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJ6PXWJoZuYT5Q_OGg2a2drn-kjIJEhyNkQlVY10uExce9tCTZBxxJRstRD7gRIRfS3KOV8LAPenmJlD7Z9v5SSOAUuTQWQBQQN29Y-96Asyb2bpZ3b04UrZpe0aB4GkJWQF4h8VAA-ry/s72-c/smile.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134998506809628970.post-837995195637819809</id><published>2010-01-27T01:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:59:55.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Practical?</title><summary type="text">Why when thinking of relationships people are expected to be practical when we are not expected to be emotional in practical situations? Why are emotions taken as a baggage when they are the essence of our being? Why is being emotional considered not so right when happiness is the sole goal of our lives? It’s the emotions we all strive for in life! Until and unless you don’t consider the want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/feeds/837995195637819809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotionally-practical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/837995195637819809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134998506809628970/posts/default/837995195637819809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindintertwined.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotionally-practical.html' title='Emotionally Practical?'/><author><name>~sUcHi~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014043652558614438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>