<?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-20646758</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:59:26.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrayal</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is inspired from Pu La Deshpande who made the Marathi literature alive through his writing. His book of Waykti aani Valli is the main source of inspiration for this blog. I will be sketching the various characters come into my life till now through my writing. It is my personal feeling and understanding of that character , so please do not mind if you get hurt or feel something wrong about yourself.I am greatful to Pula for his contribution to Marathi literature.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646758.post-7574924495866737764</id><published>2007-03-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:16:20.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been really long since I posted on this blog. Actually in mean time, I was searching for a persona whom I can describe here. After my hibernation, I have decided to pen down my maternal grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;            Sometimes we wonder how and why someone make sense in one's life. I was just two, when my grandfather had expired.But I still remember those my childhood(wrong usage of childhood, in fact babyhood) days when my grandfather used to come to Jalgaon and bring something for me and my other siblings. Even though my aunty's children were very close to him, he never showed that thing while being with us. Finally parent's love is inseparable and indifferentiate. People will wonder how I can remember the things of the age 2 . But , the reality is there are impacts which certain people make on your mind and you never forget those things and preserve them for rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;              During pre-independence days, my grandfather was Diwan in the village. During British days, Diwan was like a government servant and used to play a leader role. Even though my grandfather was serving Britishers , he was loyal to his village and because of that people in my village Waghod, still remember him with love and respect. My uncle and my mother are not known by their name, but children of my grandfather, such was the respect for my grandfather. During those days , he did number of social activities , establishing from a school to hospital and making the village a great place to live. My grandfather was famous not only in his village , but also villages around it.My father agreed for marriage with my mother when he heard she is daughter of him.&lt;br /&gt;                           When I was  a year old , my grandfather had given me an elephant and I still have a vivid memory of that beautiful toy elephant which is my favorite animal too. The way he was lovable person and had always avidness to talk to his grandsons , he was equally hard towards people. But in all and all, everything had clear justification , so nobody ever felt bothered about his behavior.  I still hope if he would have lived for some more years , then it would have been really blissful for us.&lt;br /&gt;                 On the day when everybody in India was expressing their shock and grief over assassination of Prime Minister , Indira Gandhi, my family was in utter shock of my grandfather's expiry. It was major loss to my family and my village.If my memory is not wrong and I was ignorant of all about happenings at that age, almost whole of the village was at cremation. May his soul rest in peace.&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/20646758-7574924495866737764?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7574924495866737764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=7574924495866737764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/7574924495866737764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/7574924495866737764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-grandfather.html' title='My Grandfather'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-1890318912169242830</id><published>2006-12-17T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:34:11.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7giHd5l0EbA/RYYjg_lVNUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OX7mIALOVjs/s1600-h/HPIM1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7giHd5l0EbA/RYYjg_lVNUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OX7mIALOVjs/s320/HPIM1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009730685227054402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;( This photo was taken when Pappu met me last time in June 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I talked to pappu on phone. Last time I met him during my Jalgaon visit in June 2006. He is my childhood friend. We are almost of same age and there are lots of differences between us. But certain common bonding between us , keep me attached to this person. I consider pappu as my best selfless friend I ever got in my life. We did the schooling together , he was a year younger to me , but we never felt like that since we were together for almost 8 to 9 years from his birth to till third standard. During that time we had developed common interests , like playing marbels , cricket and carrom. Marbels was our most favorite past time , in fact it was hot game during those days in colony as my brother was the king of it. Playing marbels with cards was just another form of gambling and we used to fight like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          At age of nine , we moved from our rented house to new rented house. The new house was just one colony away from the old colony house. Even though it was small distance, it changed the things drastically for both of us. As I grew up, I became serious with my studies and was going to old colony occasionally. The only time , I was used to be there , was during my summer break. And that was the golden time of my life as we never used to be at home for whole day. Pappu, me , Ashok, Amit , Amey all were used to move around the ITI(Industrial Training Institute) jungle which was closure from the colony. That Jalgaon summer , with sun giving you all sorts of trouble to live normally, we were used to be the most fearless gang. The major part of the day was going in playing marbels and cricket. Slowly cricket was converted into Hide and seek. I swear , we made the colony a live match stadium with our vicious voices and noises all the time. When people used to sleep peacefully, we were the culprits who were not allowing them to sleep properly in those summer days. Hide and seek took the place of all sorts of game slowly. With the increasing popularity of game in colony, it was not restricted to we five or six people,  but players increased to around 20  when we allowed girls to play with us. How altruistic attitude we had those days?&lt;br /&gt; All this lasted for very short time as my parents started taking my career seriously and told me about the seriousness of education. The interest in studies overwhelmed the enjoyment with friends. Slowly , I left going to the colony and was used to be there only during Ganpati Puja days. Pappu, was losing his interest in his studies as he did not get proper guidance from his parents. At one side , I was topping the school in every standard , Pappu was not even properly passing the subjects and he was just becoming push over for next standard. Around his 8th standard when I was in ninth, I told him that he should take the studies seriously. I decided to make him stronger in his weaker subjects and gave him some English Grammar lessons. Somehow he cleared his 8th standard , but he failed in 9th standard. His failure made his parents serious about him. And they made him to join my father's class. But he was never concentrating on any subjects as he was the person who was never bothered by the education's success or failure. And true to this norm, I tell you people , never judge anyone based on his success or failure in life, judge him by his nature as a human being. Pappu was never bothered about his career since he never compared himself with anybody. That was the best thing I found with Pappu. He had his own ways to live the life. He never thought of competing for anything and with anybody. He knew certain things had to happen in the life, so they will.&lt;br /&gt;     On one end, when I was doing good in schooling,  I was becoming unsuccessful as a good human being due to my shear arrogance while the case was exactly opposite with Pappu , he was immensely popular in colony since he was the helping hand to anybody. I have not seen Pappu saying "no" to anybody after asking him for help. I consider Pappu as Narayan in Waykti aani Valli(By P.L.DeshPande).&lt;br /&gt;      After my 12th, I joined COEP and almost lost touch with Pappu. Even though , I was going to home during break, I was meeting him hardly. During my first year of engineering , he joined Private ITI as his interest in electrical stuff had grown. During my second year summer break, I met Pappu. I asked him about his studies and he as always told , he is not studying , but he is more interested in practical things. During the talk , we touched upon a topic on synchronous motors , and tell you people , I was defeated as I was not even learnt about synchronous motors.  He talked to me on that topic for almost an hour and told me everything from principles , how he was designing it. I was aghast. I never meant anything here to compare with Pappu because I knew he was more practical person who felt that books were not meant for him , but whole world belonged to him.&lt;br /&gt;         After my engineering , I joined Patni Computers and was hardly going to Jalgaon , but whenever I went to Jalgaon, I did meet Pappu who had grown up now with responsibility and understanding. He had completed ITI successfully and had joined a small firm in Jalgaon along side he was helping the people in repairing their electrical stuffs e.g. Mixer, lighting in Diwali etc. and that too for free of cost. During one of Diwalis, my mother told me to call Pappu. I asked her the reason. She said to repair the lighting. Can you believe it? How much my mother had faith on him rather than her engineer son :-((? But I asked her there was no need when her own son could do the things. Even though I repaired the stuff, my mother still did not believe that I could repair more complex stuff( may be I am not). Later whenever she faced problems , she called him (as I was never at home :-)). With the search for money and success, people lose their old buddies and mets. How selfish is this life? Pappu is still popular in colony , not only old colony, but even in my existing colony. He is true Narayan who never learnt to say "No" to people who sometimes tried to take his advantage. He just helped anybody whenever he was asked for any sort of help.&lt;br /&gt;          Now when I am in US and feel lonely sometimes, I remember my old buddies and the image Pappu created in my mind, is still so crystal clear that I think I can not describe him fully in words. Due to time constraint , I have to finish this blog and I owe my most of the success to my family and my friend Pappu. I hope to meet him when I will be back in India during my next fall break in December 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-1890318912169242830?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1890318912169242830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=1890318912169242830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/1890318912169242830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/1890318912169242830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/12/pappu.html' title='Pappu'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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/_7giHd5l0EbA/RYYjg_lVNUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OX7mIALOVjs/s72-c/HPIM1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646758.post-116055064626752825</id><published>2006-10-11T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwinter, Deserted Hill Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I see you every day&lt;br /&gt;  walk barefoot on the frozen ground&lt;br /&gt;  I want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;  But you look the other way&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I see you every day&lt;br /&gt;  Go hungry in the bitter cold&lt;br /&gt;  I'd gladly share my food&lt;br /&gt;  But you look the other way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I hear you every night&lt;br /&gt;  cough desolately in the dark&lt;br /&gt;  I'd share my warmth with you&lt;br /&gt;  But you look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I see you every day&lt;br /&gt;  Pass lonely on my lonely way&lt;br /&gt;  I'd gladly walk with you&lt;br /&gt;  But you look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ruskin Bond&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-116055064626752825?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/116055064626752825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=116055064626752825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/116055064626752825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/116055064626752825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/10/midwinter-deserted-hill-station.html' title='Midwinter, Deserted Hill Station'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-115714022121899343</id><published>2006-09-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Wow!! This is amazing experience while writing something in the Food lounge while sitting on the bench and thinking something different about writing. The ideas do not need words all the times , but the expressions should be strong enough to make the ideas to flow from your side. It has become a habit of eating a cheese pizza for me now , but I can not help out since I am not cooking yet. University has provided amzing experience which I was always seeking for. The noesis to revive myself in the sea of knowledge is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-115714022121899343?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/115714022121899343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=115714022121899343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/115714022121899343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/115714022121899343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/09/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-115357950257510569</id><published>2006-07-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban on blogs</title><content type='html'>The idea itself seems such an extraordinary hopeless and unimaginative that when it was really implemented , lots of bloggers in India were annoyed (including me).Good to see that http://yogsma.blogspot.com is opening so fast and I am not getting the message &lt;em&gt;Page cannot be opened&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-115357950257510569?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/115357950257510569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=115357950257510569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/115357950257510569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/115357950257510569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/07/ban-on-blogs.html' title='Ban on blogs'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-113854654377118005</id><published>2006-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:48.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the truth</title><content type='html'>There are two things which are making me to rethink my life's vision.But i am considering myself the most confused person at this moment.I have lost myself in the mist of mysteries , so searching for my incognito identity.It is not that I am not directing myself towards my goal.But I am seeking for the truth which will make my life to worth.&lt;br /&gt;The two things i mentioned above are Rang De Basanti and October Sky.Both will define my truth and my goal in coming days.So till then keep searching for the truth.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-113854654377118005?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/113854654377118005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=113854654377118005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113854654377118005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113854654377118005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/01/searching-for-truth.html' title='Searching for the truth'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-113742867149562906</id><published>2006-01-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Triple Ton</title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Just Waiting for the moment ...Sehwag gonna bash it again. Make sure your fire crackers are ready to burst in the air. Last Year it was Multan and now it is Lahore. The flat wickets have backfired Pakistan and the melodramtic test match is nearing to a draw which saw more than thousands of runs. Another Triple Century..only Indian who scored triple century , only indian to repeat the feat. Tendulkar must learn from his &lt;em&gt;chella &lt;/em&gt;how to score the triple centuries. The genre of Sehwag's batting in this test will outclass his one day batting. Raring to go and make it a day again .&lt;br /&gt;Come on Sehwag.....247,248,249,250................298,299,300.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;The rain washed out hopes of another triple ton on last day. I was upset with this disappointing result. The result was not going to change . But the opening pair partnership and Sehwag's triple ton were  missed out from another encyclopediatic lines. Anyhow we have to live with the reality and Sehwag and Dravid displayed  great batting abilities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown for Faisalabad Test....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-113742867149562906?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/113742867149562906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=113742867149562906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113742867149562906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113742867149562906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-triple-ton.html' title='Another Triple Ton'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-113678282592150951</id><published>2006-01-08T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:47.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Players to watch</title><content type='html'>It is always a good feeling whenever a new series begins as I am a great cricket fanatic. With the cricket fever is spreading again for the coming series of India-Pakistan , it is going to be great to watch the matches in India. It will be better if we do not exaggerate the things and let the players play their natural game.It is going to feverish series as both teams are looking for the revenge of each other's last serieses. I consider that following players will make the series more exciting and thrilling :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rahul Dravid - First foreign tour as a captain, has to lead the team from the front and show the world that he can lead the team really well. The series victory here will establish Dravid as India's permanent captain for next two years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Saurav Ganguly - After the debacle nights , Bengal Tiger is roaring to take on Pak. It is going to be real fun to watch Ganguly's those classic off drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Sachin Tendulkar - He is my bet this time.I want to see killing thouse bouncers of Shoaib with the ease and make his trip a lifetime watchable. He excelled in his last visit , what's more in pandora's box for Pakistanies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Irfan Pathan - He is matured now and just putting his steps on Kapil's footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Mahendra Singh Dhoni - After his firecrackers against Srilankans and South Africans , he is ready to celebrate the Diwali again in the month Eid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Abdur Razzak - I am a great fan of Abdur Razzak on Pakistan side , since he is a cool customer and has the ablity to turn the tables single handedly.As a human ,he has never been in any controversy and his irrevrent batting style makes him one of the dangerous players of the world cricket today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Inzazmam-ul Haq - Captain showed his ability to lead from the front in England series and he will be most excited to take on Indians in the coming series .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Shoaib Akhtar - He improved a lot , those are the words i can say about this player at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Kamran Akmal - His superb power play against England has shown the world new Moin Khan. He is a good batsman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the best to everyone and this is going to be real treat for al cricket lovers.But only time will tell what is going to be the fate of the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-113678282592150951?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/113678282592150951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=113678282592150951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113678282592150951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113678282592150951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/01/players-to-watch_08.html' title='Players to watch'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-113666204716293161</id><published>2006-01-07T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:47.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamentalism</title><content type='html'>It is really worth to notice how people define fundamentlism. I never know that i can even confine myself to define fundamentalism. It is not just the words which will reveal the truth , but the ideas which can be predicted and can be immortalized. Ideas do not come from intellectuals , but from anybody who has abstracted the reality. The subject is going to be very hard to digest. And the blogspace is not going to be enough to design the fundamentalism and it can not be even snarfed.So it is better i leave it here only ....in my words...in my ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-113666204716293161?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/113666204716293161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=113666204716293161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113666204716293161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113666204716293161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/01/fundamentalism.html' title='Fundamentalism'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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-20646758.post-113661918453347152</id><published>2006-01-06T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:47.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Headache</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering what i should name my new blog. Actually i will keep posting on my old blog &lt;a href="http://yogsma.blogspot.com"&gt;http://yogsma.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , but wanted to change the template of the blog , so decided to create this Scripture. I got this name Scripture from Etymology site and i just chose it because blogspot was giving us all bloggers the right to write anything which we consider as ethical and correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20646758-113661918453347152?l=yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/113661918453347152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20646758&amp;postID=113661918453347152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113661918453347152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20646758/posts/default/113661918453347152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yetanotherscripture.blogspot.com/2006/01/title-headache.html' title='Title Headache'/><author><name>yogsma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937365759339701946</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></feed>
