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Less time to m-use, more time to s-nap
Thus begins the saga, of my photoblogging crap!

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Sebastian said…
Yous should have atleast put a picture of your Phone. Now I have to run to the nokia website to checkout your latest buy.

for the benefit of others here is the link to the nokia 6681

http://www.nokia.co.in/nokia/0,,71176,00.html

Dude your fone looks rocking. Cost please
Deepanjan said…
Rs.17940, including VAT.
Deepanjan said…
BTW, I tried to put a picture. The bandwidth was so poor, uploading became an issue. I'll do the needful soon.
Sebastian said…
My reaction

F*** MAN DIPSI spent 18K on a F***ING fone.

take the below code add a "<" before img and paste it in ur post. the image will be shown

img src="http://images5.theimagehosting.com/cho_main1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by The Image Hosting" />
Deepanjan said…
This was my most xxxpensive buy. I'm on an economy drive now!
Deepanjan said…
Sabu, thanks for the photo link. But I think this one is better.

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