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Pune!

The Pune facility of our firm has been launched! I'm counting my days!

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Anonymous said…
NOOOOOOOOOSSSSS.............
Anonymous said…
target aim apka hai pune ,
tho if pune and d protagonist r made for eachother the provability of both getting together ,may depend on provability theory of change what ever d theory is .

choice ho gaya , aur time ki baat ho tho,
good luck where ever u r .

pune ka name bhi badale ,
pune ka flavour up to d mark ho ,
taki prince william aur harry bhi pune ka flavour se attract ho kar ,
waha settle hoke , india and england ka
relation ho , ho good hamesha rahe .

future prediction galat na ho jaye ,
present apka accha ra he .
Anonymous said…
dont come to pune right now...
if by god grace you are able to find your office(coz its in such a beautiful place).. i tell you you are going to go into some mental disease and for the rest of life you will stick to your bangluru office...

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