<?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-24582461</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:52:01.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading room...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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-24582461.post-4828037051847612036</id><published>2007-06-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:03:08.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attached to Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odd8fFz4-wY/RoTS-l8AqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OgBiPmnULO8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081418252358297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odd8fFz4-wY/RoTS-l8AqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OgBiPmnULO8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Many people confuse attachment with love. But in attachment you become selfish, interested in your own pleasure, and you misuse love. You become possesive and try to gain the objects of your desires. Attachment creates bondage, while love bestows freedom." - Swami Rama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Non attachment doesnt mean indifference, but to genuinly and selflessly love others. If understood properly, it means love. So how many of us are attached and how many are in love?? I guess it not only applies to relationships but also to life. It is only when we are attached to life that we feel the need to want more...and hence unsatisfaction breeds. But are we capable of love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-4828037051847612036?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4828037051847612036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=4828037051847612036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/4828037051847612036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/4828037051847612036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2007/06/attached-to-love-many-people-confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odd8fFz4-wY/RoTS-l8AqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OgBiPmnULO8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24582461.post-117032878800149773</id><published>2007-02-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:03:08.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgotten Yesterdays...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odd8fFz4-wY/RcHRHiDhduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o4570IrjbCw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026528586453055202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odd8fFz4-wY/RcHRHiDhduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o4570IrjbCw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sorry yesterday… an yesterday surrounded by grief… where every moment was filled with drops of uncalled tears… an yesterday where each day was lived in a make believe happiness… a happiness so fake and so true that made me believe it was for real. My yesterdays… where I always hoped for better tomorrows… but then today is just the same as yesterday… the same shadows befall me… the same gloom surrounds me… the same loneliness engulfs me…&lt;br /&gt;But now my prayers have been answered… a new ray of hope has fallen on my soul and filled me with a light so bright I can no longer see my yesterday… my sorry yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;Now all I see is tomorrow… a beautiful tomorrow… my yesterdays will never haunt me coz now my sorry yesterdays have been buried by many more beautiful tomorrows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-117032878800149773?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/117032878800149773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=117032878800149773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/117032878800149773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/117032878800149773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2007/02/born-again.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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/_odd8fFz4-wY/RcHRHiDhduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o4570IrjbCw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24582461.post-114613773861770248</id><published>2006-04-27T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:35:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love is ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/1600/shadowmistress3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/320/shadowmistress3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My love is cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is idle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no less strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something lacks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something's amiss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spark has gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The excitement dimmed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But our love, no less strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when my life seems meaningless without him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when i doubt the meaning of my life with him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understandtanding seems what our relation's built on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet times arise when i doubt he understands me at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But our love, no less strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We claim to know each other wholly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do i really know him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is he thinking of at this very moment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to admit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know him of how much he allows me to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But our love, no less strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i have come to believe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz when the doubts creep in...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mere glance into his eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mere sound of his hello...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turns my insides upside down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the frivolous doubts vanish from my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the moments of lovelessness erased from my memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My belief  carries me on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love is no less strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-114613773861770248?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/114613773861770248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=114613773861770248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114613773861770248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114613773861770248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24582461.post-114460365751388762</id><published>2006-04-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:20:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/1600/wild.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="82" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/320/wild.1.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to see a world in a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;and heaven in a wild flower.&lt;br /&gt;to hold infinity in the palm of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;and eternity in an hour."- &lt;strong&gt;William Blake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was he talking of space filled wid time or a concept of complete timelessness. a point in time so crammed..so filled up that the distictive parts become one whole; where the past, present and future blends into one . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i stand alone in my space...the only thing holding me together is the heavens above and the earth below, i look up to greet her. She, in a dark mood, masking her bright and life-giving radiance...its not one of her splendid days. Yet it is in her nature to give, give and give. Is she tired of it? Has she had enough of this worldly existence? A drop of tear falls on my face. I look up and hold out my hand. One drop..then another..till all all my sins and fears are washed away by drops so pure, so untainted by the human touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lean back and begin to behold the beauty of nature as each drop hits the earth. He in a state of ecstasy greets her and springs to life as it splashes its joy everywhere. Her touch awakens his flowers as they lightly dance in the gentle breeze. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew such small, unnoticed things could bring such happiness to the human mind. At that moment, time stood still. Everything I ever wanted and dreamed seemed so real and so easy to attain. I had the entire future in my grasp. Nothing mattered anymore. The moment was now, it was here that i could see the whole world before my eyes. Within that sweet hour, all my memories, my existing thoughts and the times to come became a single whole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there was one who everyone was unaware of. While all were celebrating at her expense, not one cared to console her of her grief. She was taken for granted. An epitome of beauty, a heavenly being, a "mother" divine. Who shall wipe her tears away? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-114460365751388762?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/114460365751388762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=114460365751388762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114460365751388762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114460365751388762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-see-world-in-grain-of-sand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24582461.post-114447365200369272</id><published>2006-04-07T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:54:35.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/1600/images.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/320/images.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkness18.weblogger.com.br/img/solitude.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     SOLITUDE IN DARKNESS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://darkness18.weblogger.com.br/img/solitude.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   The winter night was cold and still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was all alone by the window sill,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the darkness ,just me and the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And between us,the broken bars....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stepped out aimlessly into the dark unknown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For there was no light ,but that of my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon that shined ever so bright ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was off that night and out of sight....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I called out aloud on my lonely venture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad was i to find myself the only creature....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My legs were weak ..my eyes asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was dreming of a colourful fleet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I opened my eyes to see a distant light,Beyond the horizon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a wonderful sight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly does she come to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spreading her arms to welcome me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-114447365200369272?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/114447365200369272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=114447365200369272&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114447365200369272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114447365200369272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2006/04/solitude-in-darkness-winter-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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-24582461.post-114432111018980103</id><published>2006-04-06T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:58:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Vanity, not love, has been my folly.' goes the famous line by the much acclaimed character of the heart rending novel. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen is a best seller as classics go by. A romantic and delectible piece set back in a time when society had a huge say in the way people led their lives. The story goes on to say in its due course that a woman changes her mind and a man his manners.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unlucky and misfortuned lot who never happened to browse by a copy of this classic,the plot goes like this...When Elizabeth Bennet, the one of a kind character( one like which i have never come by again in paper..),  first meets eligible bachelor Fitzwilliam Darcy, she thinks him arrogant and conceited; he is indifferent to her good looks and lively mind. When she later discovers that Darcy has involved himself in the troubled relationship between his friend Bingley and her beloved sister Jane, she is determined to dislike him more than ever. In the sparkling comedy of manners that follows, Jane Austen shows the folly of judging by first impressions and superbly evokes the friendships, gossip and snobberies of provincial middle-class life. a timeless classic that makes you wanna read time and again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-114432111018980103?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/114432111018980103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=114432111018980103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114432111018980103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114432111018980103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2006/04/vanity-not-love-has-been-my-folly.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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-24582461.post-114309842370667312</id><published>2006-03-22T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:52:11.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/1600/19m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2353/2550/320/19m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A murder in the Louvre and clues in Da Vinci paintings lead to the discovery of a religious mystery protected by a secret society for two thousand years -- which could shake the foundations of Christianity. The book is about the famous Rennaissance artist and the obique references to the occult contained in his equally famous paintings. It's also about ancient secret societies, modern forensics, science and engineering, and the history of religion. Where The Da Vinci Code shines -- brilliantly -- is in its exploration of cryptology, particularly the encoding methods developed by Leonardo da Vinci, whose art and manuscripts are packed with mystifying symbolism and quirky codes.  Dnn Brown is an exceptional writer. Even though there are allegations against him for plagiarism, i have to hand it to him for his story writing ability that makes you never want to put the book down. Having read the other book "the holy blood and the holy grail", it lacks the binding force and is just factual. Its truly an invigourating experience and keeps you going without a break. Its a book i reccomend for all those who have a taste for mystery and an eye for truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582461-114309842370667312?l=poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/feeds/114309842370667312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582461&amp;postID=114309842370667312&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114309842370667312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582461/posts/default/114309842370667312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornima-vijayan.blogspot.com/2006/03/da-vinci-code-by-dan-brown-murder-in.html' title=''/><author><name>poornima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744872144823471659</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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
