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Statutory Warning

Now that Sittu has revealed the innards of my Nokia, let me warn all my minions. No one is allowed to touch my phone, let alone use it! Anyone found coming even remotely close runs the risk of gettings his days here on Earth prematurely terminated.
BTW, I'm fanatically possessive about a few things in life: my books, CDs & CD player, telescope & my new Nokia.

Comments

Sebastian said…
Good so you put up an image of your Phone. I am more interested in the pictures you take using the phone.
Deepanjan said…
That will happen when I'm able to connect it via GPRS. There are a few snags I'll have to resolve.
Sebastian said…
You could always bluetooth it to your PC and upload the pic.
Anonymous said…
Anon: Are you certain this list is exhaustive? I wouldn't mind touching that foul, slimy face of yours with my knuckles if it means managing to demolish a few of your incisors.
Deepanjan said…
The list is far from complete. But I wouldn't mind you carrying out your threat.
saurabh said…
u should be thankful to me. girls will definately notice the new improved deepu.
Deepanjan said…
The technical specifications will scare off even the most geeky babes in town. I've now lost the last shot I had at wooing people of the fairer sex. Thanks, Sittu!
Sebastian said…
So dipsi is looking for fair sex.
Sebastian said…
get a nice pair of glasses , have a nice hair cut, shave everyday.
Deepanjan said…
Nothing unfair about that!

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