<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:30:41.551+05:30</updated><category term='passion'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='BEING DIFFERENT'/><category term='ANGER'/><category term='BOOKS'/><category term='WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I WROTE THIS?'/><category term='holyshit'/><category term='Vulnerability'/><title type='text'>Mind's Recycle Bin</title><subtitle type='html'>Though some of the names and characters in this blog are fictitious, they bear COMPLETE resemblance to any person living (including me) or dead.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-819064023182456960</id><published>2012-01-22T14:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:13:22.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Few days back, someone in my friends’ list shared this article: http://chronicle.com/article/What-Are-You-Going-to-Do-With/124651/This article showed me a mirror. I always had questions. Questions that no one liked. And most importantly, these were the questions which had no easy answers. Since the questions were tough, weird and made me and people around me uncomfortable, I started ignoring them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/819064023182456960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=819064023182456960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/819064023182456960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/819064023182456960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-days-back-someone-in-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-797337669046482231</id><published>2011-06-28T12:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:26:10.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>‘Who has better tastes’ contest!</title><summary type='text'>Before writing anything I must admit that I used to do the same things that I am mentioning below. So I’m just a hypocrite :PThere is a friend of mine whose attitude really pisses me off. He refuses to watch any film that is a ‘superhit’ &amp; looks down upon people who watch the same. Anything that is enjoyed by a LOT of people, has to be crap. And, he feels very superior to these ‘dumb mass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/797337669046482231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=797337669046482231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/797337669046482231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/797337669046482231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-has-better-tastes-contest.html' title='‘Who has better tastes’ contest!'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-4085794434443943328</id><published>2011-04-25T08:03:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:40:13.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Plan B?</title><summary type='text'>Note: If the reader feels that I have different view points just to 'stand-out' in the crowd, you better close this tab and get back to commenting on your friend's facebook albums with  "awwwwwww &lt;3." If someone does things just for the heck of being 'different,' he/she is a loser (okay,a confession: I tried to deliberately 'stand-out' in the crowd in my teenage because I was a highly insecure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/4085794434443943328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=4085794434443943328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4085794434443943328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4085794434443943328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2011/04/plan-b.html' title='Plan B?'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-2371466319321317199</id><published>2010-10-23T12:31:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:26:31.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><summary type='text'>A lot has changed over the last year or so. I was full of life and was ready to take on the world. I had role models (some I have met and some whom I haven't met). But a very depressing phase took over my life completely. I realized that my so-called 'role models' had flaws and that they are human. This was very hard to accept. A very very important thing that I have observed is that nearly 96 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/2371466319321317199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=2371466319321317199' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/2371466319321317199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/2371466319321317199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2010/10/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-8453785108615031911</id><published>2010-03-16T09:59:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:16:17.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If the world ends today,I would rather die a virgin than sleep with a guy who watches F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><summary type='text'>People who watch F.R.E.I.N.D.S should be shot. It is not funny. The only reason American people watch it is because of the good looking people in it (I have nothing against good-looking people, trust me). Indians watch it because it is a 'foreign' show.I hate F.R.I.E.N.D.S. No logic or reason can make me love it. I don't care if I'm shallow. I don't care if people call me childish. Sorry, I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/8453785108615031911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=8453785108615031911' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8453785108615031911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8453785108615031911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-world-will-end-todayi-would-rather.html' title='If the world ends today,I would rather die a virgin than sleep with a guy who watches F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-5130808025107950170</id><published>2009-07-08T10:15:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:47:10.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poem in the office bag</title><summary type='text'>The doorbell rang.I felt as if, my world will change forever. You know the feeling when you know that you WILL get it? After all this fucking years!"Hi dad""Hi."Oh, he has just come.Dad removes his shoes. Then socks. Tie."Martin.."Is this the moment?"Keep this tie at the right place,comeback and put the socks and shoes at the right place"I did what he said. I'm feeling shy. Even though I waited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/5130808025107950170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=5130808025107950170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/5130808025107950170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/5130808025107950170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-in-office-bag.html' title='Poem in the office bag'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-3941728357375601106</id><published>2008-06-22T21:41:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:47:41.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cliches</title><summary type='text'>"I need real life examples of Howard Roark."If everyone waited for examples then there will be no creations! Everyone will wait for some other guy to prove things. After reading the Fountainhead, you have a goal.Problems come when:A.Your goal is not clearB. Your goal is clear but the method to achieve that Goal is not clear.And when such problems arise, you want some examples. When you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3941728357375601106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=3941728357375601106' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3941728357375601106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3941728357375601106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2008/06/community-posts.html' title='Cliches'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-3527200106984940040</id><published>2008-05-11T13:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:42:18.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@ Someone</title><summary type='text'>  Today is another one of those "days." Human Beings have days for Everything. Whatever. So,Its Your Day. You are expecting me to write a blog on how much I love you? Or maybe Some Poetry? Or you expect some Gifts? If you are expecting such things then I'm Sorry. As always you'll be disappointed. I can write this in some other way..Maybe in some Fairy Tale form..decorate it with adjectives, whine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3527200106984940040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=3527200106984940040' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3527200106984940040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3527200106984940040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-another-one-of-those-days.html' title='@ Someone'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-8417813473328281012</id><published>2008-02-16T19:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:47:40.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yourself at Sale: Price Rs........</title><summary type='text'>"The competition has taken an unexpected turn. You guys have to change your strategy. For God's sake forget about the Serious Stuff that you guys do. Please. Its the Department's reputation at stake. If you guys lose then our department will lose its popularity. So, please make your skit humorous. Impress the judges and the audience. Give them what they want and not what you want."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/8417813473328281012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=8417813473328281012' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8417813473328281012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8417813473328281012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2008/02/yourself-at-sale-price-rs.html' title='Yourself at Sale: Price Rs........'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-3952298919769704881</id><published>2007-12-18T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:06:39.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On behalf of valmiki</title><summary type='text'>Placing a hand on my soul and speaking on it's behalf,even doing that won't justify the title i have choosen. What valmiki was,can't be just comprehended by the available senses of this yuga. He who was called maharishi ,the author of the epic ramayana,yoga vasistha et cetra,can't be comprehended by the normal and abnormal senses available . He who was able to look in the other world,bring back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3952298919769704881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=3952298919769704881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3952298919769704881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3952298919769704881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-behalf-of-valmiki.html' title='On behalf of valmiki'/><author><name>Gaurav Jain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GEsclNoPrs/R2efNmt873I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MSuFelJsvjw/s72-c/val.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-4540739650587967306</id><published>2007-12-14T19:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:10:48.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SORRY MR.VALMIKI</title><summary type='text'>Like every Indian daughter, I had my 'Ramanyana narration' nights. My mother used to say:" Sushmita, this story is of sacrifice , courage, obedience and selflessness. "At that time I was fascinated by the selfless characters. But as I travelled more and walked more roads of life I realised that some parts are unacceptable to me.Firstly Mr. Dashrata. He is straight from the bollywood masala </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/4540739650587967306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=4540739650587967306' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4540739650587967306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4540739650587967306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-mrvalmiki.html' title='SORRY MR.VALMIKI'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-1738017081995311041</id><published>2007-11-30T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:03:21.945+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I WROTE THIS?'/><title type='text'>LETTER TO MY FUTURE DAUGHTER</title><summary type='text'>I have this weird idea of writing a letter to my future teenage daughter. i would call her sushmita.Here i go.........Dear sushmita,Today is your 16th birthday. on this occasion i would like to share some things with you as a mother. now i'm not going to lay down any rules and regulations and say "FOLLOW THEM OR DIE." Your mother is different from others. I'm not going to tell you how to live. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/1738017081995311041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=1738017081995311041' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/1738017081995311041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/1738017081995311041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-to-my-future-daughter.html' title='LETTER TO MY FUTURE DAUGHTER'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-6996251077837471455</id><published>2007-11-25T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:40:42.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holyshit'/><title type='text'>LOSER, LOSER...LOSER</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday i had the honour of attending a lecture by the vice-president of isckon (hare krishna association) mr. mukund das.he used to be a student of IIT-BOMBAY....he left IIT one day when he read bhagwad gita in his library. he discussed about mahabharatha.....though i didnt agree with god being the ultimate supersoul and all , i enjoyed his life story and one liners.....here are some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/6996251077837471455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=6996251077837471455' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/6996251077837471455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/6996251077837471455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/11/loser-loserloser.html' title='LOSER, LOSER...LOSER'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-874457675917643508</id><published>2007-11-08T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:34:29.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>APPRECIATION</title><summary type='text'>This is an excerpt from marlon brando's famous interview with Larry King:KING: You do not miss being on a stage?BRANDO: No, God no.KING: Why not?BRANDO: Because it's three hours of blood, sweat, and tears every night. There's nothing to do but blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.KING: Oh, don't diminish that.BRANDO: What?KING: Audience.BRANDO: I don't diminish Shakespeare. I can recite Shakespeare from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/874457675917643508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=874457675917643508' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/874457675917643508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/874457675917643508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/11/appreciation.html' title='APPRECIATION'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-4045481679401961806</id><published>2007-11-06T20:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:37:33.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOKS'/><title type='text'>LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS HUNKY DORY........</title><summary type='text'>Firstly i would like to thank my friend Mandar for suggesting this book. The book lets you feel the pain of the defeated hero: the hero who endured the biggest obstacles to fulfill his dream but saw that dream evaporate.............in front of his own eyes.... today one of my friends was telling me about a family who could have had it all: but simply could'nt. the family was going through a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/4045481679401961806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=4045481679401961806' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4045481679401961806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4045481679401961806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-not-always-hunky-dory.html' title='LIFE&apos;S NOT ALWAYS HUNKY DORY........'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-5008872416253965699</id><published>2007-09-24T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:06:39.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEING DIFFERENT'/><title type='text'>EVERYONE IS A PROSTITUTE</title><summary type='text'> " anyone who lives in their own world are mad. i mean people who are different from others""like you?""you have einstein, saying that there was no time or space, just a combination of two.or columbus, insisting that on the otherside of the world lay not an abyss but a continent. or Edmund Hillary, convinced that a man could reach the top of the everest. or the Beatles, who created an entirely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/5008872416253965699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=5008872416253965699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/5008872416253965699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/5008872416253965699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-be-mad.html' title='EVERYONE IS A PROSTITUTE'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtM8z07p34g/RveGlvwf2qI/AAAAAAAAABE/CUNvbEpWRJw/s72-c/individualty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-8535270090178784460</id><published>2007-09-21T06:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:12:00.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGER'/><title type='text'>FRANKNESS V/S FLATTERY</title><summary type='text'>Some people say that today more than the obvious talent the most important art required is flattery. well i totally disagree with the statement. it is totally against my principles. i totally believe in the line in the book "jane eyre" by charlotte bronte:" frankness and rudeness is better than flattery."but my question is that do we really need flattery as our arms and ammunition when we enter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/8535270090178784460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=8535270090178784460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8535270090178784460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/8535270090178784460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/frankness-vs-flattery.html' title='FRANKNESS V/S FLATTERY'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-4758739734243753002</id><published>2007-09-17T15:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:06:48.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGER'/><title type='text'>WHERE IS THE NEXT CAMUS?????????????????</title><summary type='text'>Today's world is full of unnecessary hype and overrated "HEROES". well are these people really heroes?? that brings me to the formality.....definition.i dont believe in defining something because when we define something we restrict its scope.but since i have to get some readers i have to define. hero for me is a person who is very comfortable being himself, a person whose legs are pulled by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/4758739734243753002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=4758739734243753002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4758739734243753002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/4758739734243753002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-is-next-paulo-coelho.html' title='WHERE IS THE NEXT CAMUS?????????????????'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-3873584139072879723</id><published>2007-09-15T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:06:40.239+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEING DIFFERENT'/><title type='text'>MISS TOPPER V/S MISS AVERAGE</title><summary type='text'>There were 2 girls...1 was ms.topper n the other was ms.average.Ms topper was an walking encyclopedia while ms. average just passed through the exams with average marks. they both look for a good job in the professinal world. surprisingly ms.topper has a difficulty getting a good job.THE REASON: THROUGHOUT HER ACADEMIC LIFE MS.TOPPER MEMORIZED GLUT OF DEFINITIONS: 500 MILLION WORDS OF </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3873584139072879723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890592022973557977&amp;postID=3873584139072879723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3873584139072879723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890592022973557977/posts/default/3873584139072879723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsrecyclebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-were-2-girls.html' title='MISS TOPPER V/S MISS AVERAGE'/><author><name>Sushmita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12457795820837993260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtM8z07p34g/Ruuz1jqjkVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/onSvVLiJWv8/s72-c/simpsons-the-homer-deep-thoughts-4900383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890592022973557977.post-1241709030306581704</id><published>2007-09-15T15:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:09:13.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGER'/><title type='text'>TORTURE IN D NAME OF EDUCATION !!!!</title><summary type='text'>this weekend i lost my only hope. our professors say dat dey r not concerned about our thoughts.they told us without an ounce of shame that all they want is the same bullshit that is there in the books....what will we do when we enter the professioanl arena where we are expected to have our own views and ideas????? will we quote mr.greenberg n mr.baron when well b asked about our views on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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