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Rohit shifts to his new place tonight...while I leave for Kolkata via Guwahati Express. Things will change when I'm back. I'll have to do some speed reading on HTML, Javascript, XML...well, the list goes on. I also intend to join French classes in January.
The only thing I won't enjoy: ABAP!

Another change will be the shift from desktop blogging to moblogging. I'm finding no time to blog from my office desktop...and I intend to buy a personal desktop not before 2007 begins. I just hope the Nokia keyboard isn't to expensive. Any idea about the price?

Adieu, dear readers! Will hope to catch up with u folks on the 5th of December.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Will miss ur Blog.. :) :)
Anonymous said…
Adios to you too!!!

We are going to miss clobbering you on your own turf for a little while.
Deepanjan said…
Sameer, hone your pestering skills during my absence.
Anonymous said…
I hope you have a nice time in Kolkata! All your dear fans will be awaiting your return!!

Bon Voyage!
Santosh Singh said…
I wish you a happy journey to Kolkata and when you will return from your home , you must learn HTML, XML AND Java Script because wothout this you can't be a good professional in view of desining.
Santosh Singh said…
In previous comment you read 'Designing' in lieu of 'Desining'.
Deepanjan said…
Chaps, I'm in Kolkata. I'm forced to access the Net to activate roaming on my phone!
Jahnvee, u make me feel like Vikram Seth!
Vivek said…
Santosh Bhai, kaa haal ba? Theek bada nu?
Anonymous said…
who's Vikram Seth??
Anonymous said…
Oh please lady!!!

Just how much does this dingbat pay you for worshipping him?
Anonymous said…
Hahaa I don't worship him..i'm not worthy of it ;)

The battle zone has to be evened out by somebody..why not moi!?!

btw..who is this vikram seth?
Anonymous said…
aah nevermind..I figured out he's the author I was meaning to read last summer!! His, "A Suitable Boy" is what I've heard so much about..

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