<?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-25853307</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:01:19.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with God</title><subtitle type='html'>All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25853307.post-7221105862209351582</id><published>2007-09-06T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:31:34.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Actor</title><summary type='text'>I said: It’s amazing. Amazing and stupendous in all conceivable aspects, the reason we were created for. It is said with worship that, God created us. God is Supreme. God has all powers. He can be magical. He can be kind. He can bless. He can punish. He creates. He destroys. He is here. He is there. He is everywhere.          All we are supposed to do is to obey his commands. Obey rules. Obey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7221105862209351582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=7221105862209351582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/7221105862209351582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/7221105862209351582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect-actor.html' title='The Perfect Actor'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114693000333317593</id><published>2006-05-06T20:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:45:05.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to God</title><summary type='text'> Dear Mr. God, This mail may have traveled the seven seas and passed the seven continents and have somehow found you reading it, though I still don’t know which seven seas and seven continents it passed. Jokes apart, let me tell you that it was with great interest that I went through CwG 1 and is now going through CwG 2. The reason I thought of writing to you is not, for just supporting your idea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114693000333317593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114693000333317593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114693000333317593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114693000333317593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-to-god.html' title='Letter to God'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114682414749881196</id><published>2006-05-05T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:23:06.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten Commandments</title><summary type='text'>I despise this picture, though I should not forget to state that it is the first 4 statements that I despise in particular. The certain deductions that are seen at many places, as the picture portrays, are very derogatory, very insulting to the actual idea that the commandments express. The meaning as shown by this picture is NOT what I realized when I read the 10 commandments. I am not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114682414749881196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114682414749881196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114682414749881196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114682414749881196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/ten-commandments.html' title='Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114547510577561001</id><published>2006-04-20T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:08:30.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Question of Love</title><summary type='text'>Oh God,is love not the truth of everything? Is true love, in all meanings interpreted the pinnacle of all specific emotions, pertaining to what is or was achieved? Does it not have both metaphysical as well as very empirical definitions which those who search would find totally in congruence?  Am I also in search for the definition of love? Love between two individuals - a lady and a man? Is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114547510577561001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114547510577561001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114547510577561001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114547510577561001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/question-of-love.html' title='A Question of Love'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114478212071262964</id><published>2006-04-12T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:32:00.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I would like to be God</title><summary type='text'>    I would like to be god. Or rather at least be respected and venerated by the civic and looked upon with the same kind of moral fiber they show to a deity and a spirit. I would like to live, with everyone praying for my blessings and then serving me perpetually. But now I believe that god himself might be getting frustrated suspecting a competition from me. Excuse my self-assuring statements </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114478212071262964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114478212071262964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114478212071262964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114478212071262964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-would-like-to-be-god.html' title='I would like to be God'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114477219547504020</id><published>2006-04-11T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:46:35.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>watching the wheels go by..</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114477219547504020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114477219547504020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114477219547504020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114477219547504020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/watching-wheels-go-by.html' title='watching the wheels go by..'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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-25853307.post-114474391684106230</id><published>2006-04-11T13:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:28:25.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Idea..</title><summary type='text'>Never have I, in my life spent so airily, over the past quarter century, ever received a proper answer to questions that have been aired by my psychic as well as emotional senses. I would like to be erased of all doubts that linger in me.   ‘Experiences’, which a cliché tp the hoi polloi, were to me a set of bizarre debacles, after which I go a certain leg with which I steady myself on certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114474391684106230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25853307&amp;postID=114474391684106230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114474391684106230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25853307/posts/default/114474391684106230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/idea.html' title='The Idea..'/><author><name>Judas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08972746461720478951</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></feed>
