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It's Onam today and the ladies in ethnic wear look absolutely hideous.

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Anonymous said…
very true, apna c2 all time high pe hoga. he he he...
Deepanjan said…
Ya, Sittu's BP needs to be checked urgently. I can imagine black circles around his eyes, further clogging his vision.
Vivek said…
Prateek, that was wicked ;-)
Anonymous said…
Hideous.....Ha Ha Ha
Anonymous said…
Hi Rob!! I am still alive by the way. Just a little busy.

I guess we have all diminished to the status being just names from the not-so-distant past for each other and a bunch of comments and messages. Isn't it?

Miss you all!!
Anonymous said…
Hey Rob!! Lage Raho Munnabhai is worth watching. It's almost as good as the first one.
Vivek said…
I heard it's better than the 1st one. Anyway, I'll be watching it sometime this week. Multiplex ticket rates in B'lore are killer!
Deepanjan said…
I've seen Sameer's comments always have the domino effect!
foodi Lover said…
Y DNT U WATCH IT FOR URSELF?...THE GENERAL PUBLIC LIKED IT...BUT DNT THINK U WLD..BUT SOMETIMES WATCH BRAINLESS STUFFS..ITS FUN..AND HEY EKTA KAPOOR KO ACCHA SE THOKA..I LIKED THAT...U KNOW Y..HEE HEEE!
Deepanjan said…
Doesn't Ekta ever feel humiliated? Or is she too phlegmatic for criticism!!

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