<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 07:10:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Sun-signs</category><category>The book</category><category>Random</category><category>Notes</category><category>stories</category><category>Cancer</category><category>Gemini</category><category>Leo</category><category>Sagittarius</category><category>Taurus</category><category>Aries</category><category>Capricorn</category><category>Libra</category><category>Scorpio</category><category>Virgo</category><title>The Pages of Mind </title><description>It is all in the Mind&#xa;by Aakash Pathak</description><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-3480904027667906777</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2015 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-20T05:07:09.802+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Give in?/</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am having a hard time in deciding whther we let this life make you 
bitter or not? As a result of what, i am delaying my actions. This makes
 me worried, time wasted is life watsed but I really need to know if it 
is okay to let life turn you bitter. I had once written, &quot;what doesn&#39;t 
kill you makes you bitter&quot;, I guess it does happen.
/
Can we kill devil by only becoming one?
/
I
 have learnt</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2015/02/give-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-7379787658225697931</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:12:46.716+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>The Ordeal</title><atom:summary type="text">
Ram, fearing that he might get fired stares deep into the space in 
front of his eyes almost as if glaring into the abyss and his past being
 reflected back.

Ram is an promising, enthusiastic 
young man. Being the Project Manager, he is vital to the success of his 
company. He has won many contracts for his company as his customer 
relations skills are so fine that it almost feels natural to </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-ordeal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-78937092563115256</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:11:40.332+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>About Life (About Part-2)</title><atom:summary type="text">


So, we are building a stronger subconscious Aakash, but when does it yield?
We
 just can’t wait till we become 24 carat and even if we do get all 24 
carat fancy, how do we become jewels? When does the world start wanting 
to buy us?

For a clearer reference and better 
understanding of what you are going to read below, please refer to my 
Note: About – Dated – September 21,2012 https://</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/about-life-about-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-3913731410238216019</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:10:51.865+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>All I want is a place on your shelf</title><atom:summary type="text">
Came to the waves, breaking skies,
on my way.
Jumped, into the past, where i rest,
to the things, once i left.

finally, i do come back, to my country where i left,
to the things i want, but certainly never get.
child inside me, tells me i want it,
the skies are not the same,neither the air.


you being my love, your talks the fuel,
need to light that fire, the color is you

Sun stares at me, </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/all-i-want-is-place-on-your-shelf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-331749858919733016</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:10:04.953+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Value</title><atom:summary type="text">


What is the value of Gold if 
not for the jeweler? Does Gold has a value of its own that is known to 
it or it is just told that he is precious by someone and he believes and
 rises up to the occasion and acts pricey. Never mind, it is Gold, it is
 non-living stupid material that uses humans to waste their hard earned 
money for something that glitters. So, would Gold be Gold if it does not
 </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/value.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-8411497738249525290</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:09:15.767+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Hearing Part-II</title><atom:summary type="text">


So, what good is to see?

I
 am yet to understand this human emotion of closing their eyes in their 
most enjoyable and intimate moments. Why do we close eyes when we pray, 
we witness something spectacular, we enjoy our intimate moments. Closing
 eyes at some moment actually defeats the purpose but yet we scrum to 
it. We unknowingly do this, its not our conscious action. I have asked 
people</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/hearing-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-4444589590021782613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:08:08.932+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Hearing</title><atom:summary type="text">


Of all the senses that we 
humans are incorporated with, I have found myself particularly drawn to 
hearing. It is the only way where you get the outlet to the outside 
world, you can hear words, as to what else could provide and do justice 
to the poet’s work. It is the only way where we are exposed to the 
outward. As the Voice is the revelation of the inwardness and hearing 
the sense, ear </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/hearing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-3218477937744762196</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T01:05:35.834+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Defining Love</title><atom:summary type="text">


Love is a big deal. People talk about it, People fall in it, People find
 it, People chase it, People crave it, People do all kind of crazy stuff
 and act weird for it but let me ask the ever invincible question - What
 is love?Many of you would agree that i am not the best person to 
talk about this but still here i go to define love, to basically get it 
out in open what love means to me or </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/defining-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge047-cmpWZEwy11fblmktlLYMfYNxK3Ca6gc2YkDfnFVyNNTB-sdEqQ0yK_w3or1cerro6hnUkH-qrAVZTBDsdz9Qkda3S9Mz7q1SqaRPwxOxxd0OJAapokzO4Yhf6_gzg4bezdht6ORM/s72-c/DSC07016edit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-2826488326574872318</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-20T05:02:56.859+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Screw it up – aka – my apology!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Okay, so here it goes, my apology for each and every one who has looked forward to and found nothing to read here.





Yeah,
 so the thing is that I stopped writing here on facebook as I planned 
and decided in my head to be more focused on my writing project, and use
 whatever energy I put here on that but did i? No, I failed, the more I 
tried to keep this away, the more it went away from me,</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/screw-it-up-aka-my-apology.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3s7U1_AhQlfx_GAwfpGejL6c_URC34_p36IJ4kzqINf8w2lxdvtvrzgekSAMWC20hESOkSy0C5OOjLgOThfLBXnPoKDWiW3zvJERpRrBW_J9z8dkvF3ZjkkBCcW_t3HROtjKmNE8u0Li/s72-c/DSC06869.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-6200492813252064136</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T00:55:09.601+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>To keep and live with!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Sinbad the sailor jahaaz me jab chala
Mere yaar sun lo sun lo
Dhoondh raha tha ek nayi duniya ka pata
Mere yaar sun lo sun lo
Woh anjaani raahon me thaa..o-o
Woh lehron ki baahon me thaa..o-o


Sab ne kaha tha in samundaron me jaana nahi
Mere yaar sun lo sun lo
Khwaabon ke peeche jaake kuch bhi hai paana nahi
Mere yaar sun lo sun lo
Woh apni hi dhun me rahaa..o-o
Woh sunna tha dil ka kahaa..o-o
</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/to-keep-and-live-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-1396954603135295003</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T00:52:41.801+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Situational beings</title><atom:summary type="text">


People are made out of situations, And yes, i am going to say that out aloud, completely blunt like this.

And when i say people it includes you too.



A long, interesting, mentally stimulating, thought dissecting 
conversation with a friend pushed me again into my trance, and i came 
out with a refreshing learning. I have known this fact in my 
subconscious, have talked to my self about this</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/situational-beings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-1132944792340227754</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-15T00:51:43.507+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>About</title><atom:summary type="text">


ok, so read this great article
 by Adrian Tan again, which he delivered at some Singaporean 
university’s graduation day and my friend asks me – that these kind of 
articles we read that we read, and get motivated, and then reality 
strikes, need to earn, make a living and eventually everything goes into
 background//.

And probably this makes her sad.



Alright, let me start by giving an </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-757350188272537345</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:40:51.119+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Time is Now</title><atom:summary type="text">


Of all the thoughts i have read ever, this one has been on my mind since forever, The time is now.
And
 day on day, this is becoming more and more relevant and true to me and 
myself. yeah, i referred to myself as 2 entities but that is the way it 
is. The me defines the part which deals with the outside and myself is 
where i deal with myself.

Leaving the philosophical grounds, let me start </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/time-is-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-6996720864587207287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:39:47.984+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>The morning.</title><atom:summary type="text">


Okay, so its not even morning 
and I am awake! Yes, it sounds as surprising to myself as it does to 
you. Alright, so how crappy is it?? Much crappy,, infact its not even 
morning, its like the lat-est night. So wake up with a hint of acidity 
and absurd headache and I guess u cannot even call it waking up when you
 did not even sleep. You become unsure of your existence, you begin to 
doubt </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-7722194277979082292</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:39:10.520+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Today&#39;s Special - Chef&#39;s choice!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Alright, so out of the blues, today i watched TV for brief moments, approximately 10-15 minutes while i was eating today.
So,
 what i took back with me to here is that there is a hike in the petrol 
prices again and a girl was shot due to &quot;Mohalla enemity&quot; middle of the 
market in buddh vihar, i dont even know where is that place.

So, today&#39;s special by the chef is no philosophy, only the kit</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/todays-special-chefs-choice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-818951146542656651</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:38:24.992+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Relativity</title><atom:summary type="text">


There are days where nothing 
monumental happens but by the end of them, you don&#39;t know who you are 
anymore. You realize that your life is going nowhere. You start asking 
yourself where is this all going? And this further breeds to an all new 
sense of depreciation in yourself. Its like you have been looking in the
 sun for so long that the eyes just dont seem to work and are blinded to
 </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/relativity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-7798068869933875530</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:37:40.055+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Marital status - II (Contd.)</title><atom:summary type="text">


So the question was raised, 
how does one decide that they have found the &quot;ONE&quot;l.. and is meant to 
be??Nobody has offered me any sensible answers for this one, even the 
ones who have already taken the plunge, can&#39;t convince you. And it 
becomes funny when you fuck up with their minds and grow doubts into 
them about why did they got married?? The best part comes when you are 
able to </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/marital-status-ii-contd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-8244140281739934453</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:35:45.720+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>What if aka Schrodinger&#39;s cat</title><atom:summary type="text">
As you grow older, you will realize at some point that you do not 
regret the things you regretted rather you regret the ones you did not 
do, not taking that one step, not saying those few words, you regret the
 What ifs!

These are the situations which will haunt you, hunt you and then beat you down whole over your life.


Schrodinger&#39;s
 cat could either be dead or alive but it would always </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/what-if-aka-schrodingers-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWYaGBfoa_kz5_dah9s58JEN0omkn2HsQHaG4zG3PCbki6Rnv8FObo4X1pWpdazGJnWrpRNouecp3Bloz8U5xkD47Q-QrWFH9iUiC7CNRashjPBaQpV_IC1NED6-A3cZNsIGK1MD4TUM0/s72-c/what.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-4795900437086190184</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:32:19.272+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Apparently</title><atom:summary type="text">


Its been a crazy couple of 
days lately, have not been able to write, is something i should not 
complain about when i have not been able to sleep &amp;amp; eat properly. 
But thats ok, no big deal - happens -&amp;nbsp; is the word.
And after all 
it is so good to not get time to think, think even a bit about anything.
 No aggravated thinking which leads to tension, just thinking about work
 and yes </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/apparently.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-982818623664832294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:29:51.558+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>The point of Art</title><atom:summary type="text">


The point of the Art is that it is Art!

Its
 not to be judged, not to be measured, it has to be felt as a feeling. 
Our Sensory organs may fail when judging art, it requires a detached 
thought and soul, a melancholy which binds the virtue to the thoughts. 
Art defies stagnation, it moves, rapidly, do not attempt to hold what is
 beyond stagnation. Art gives words, pictures, tunes, characters</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-point-of-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-1149908034535075318</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:10:42.324+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Truth</title><atom:summary type="text">
Truth always rests with the minority, and the minority is always 
stronger       than the majority, because the minority is generally 
formed by those who       really have an opinion, while the strength of a
 majority is illusory, formed       by the gangs who have no opinion—and
 who, therefore, in the next instant       (when it is evident that the 
minority is the stronger) assume its </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-5942819712724599452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:08:49.199+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>The oblivion</title><atom:summary type="text">


What is that inside of us that drives the feeling Care?
What in fact is care?

I
 was forced to think today that what in fact is care all about? What is 
it inside each of us that wants the best for someone else. This is 
really astonishing as the way I know human – beings is to be selfish. 
There is not enough space and time in the universe to think or actually 
try to get the best for others</atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-oblivion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-3385390855917398723</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:07:30.328+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Number#17</title><atom:summary type="text">
The human race is unreasonable, they have the freedom of thought and yet crave for the freedom of speech.

He just lay there, silent, quite,
looking at the ceiling, may be it is sometime worth it
this moment of silence, this moment of nullified existence
thoughts come,go, rise,fall, surface again
you finally think about something, something you wish, you want
but you stay still, see many </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/number17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-8968484028298287473</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:09:30.809+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The book</category><title>Take it easy!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I see so many distressed men and women around, not happy, a little 
disappointed often let down, and that too mostly by themselves. They are
 of all the ages old, young and even younger, they don&#39;t know, they are 
just confused. The point being that they are sad &amp;amp; disappointed.
Do
 not curse yourself for you could not achieve what you wanted and 
definitely not on something which is beyond </atom:summary><link>https://thepagesofmind.blogspot.com/2014/05/take-it-easy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakash Pathak)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408422707531841667.post-4302590292743779001</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T23:05:16.976+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><title>Untitled</title><atom:summary type="text">
Mind game, blinding flash
i see the party
i wanna gatecrash
but it’s not always easy
they never know till they see that look in your eyes
the look that says something’s missing
says you wanna be one of a thing
you wanna fly you wanna die
but you can’t even get by
without one breath of death
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