Deepanjan Nag's Magnum Opus

It was supposed to be one of those trips to the barber's, but I got in return a lot more than what I had bargained for. The barber, the thorough professional that he was, managed to persuade me for a massage after the haircut. What I suffered during the next half-an-hour or so, which seemed like an eternity, still sends a chill down my spine. I was reduced to a hapless chap at the mercy of a messenger from hell! Never again will I volunteer for a massage!

Badri (in blue shirt). One of my best buddies in school.

Tata Motors (TELCO). This is where dad worked.

Golden Jubilee celebrations at the Gulmohar School.

Met Sameer in the lab. I'm very fond of this fellow. A gem of a guy!

Downloaded Free Reader 2.7 from Sourceforge. It's for the very first time that I downloaded anything from there. Free Reader is very simple. The virtues of Open Source are many! I can read this blog from the RSS reader.

Ujwal, thanks for the treat!

I never thought I would be saying this, but a part of me will be a wee bit sad when it's time to leave Ranchi for good.

I survived the ordeal of wrestling a nominal education from an Indian institution.

I miss Jamshedpur, Gulmohur School, my buddies and most of all, my home.

Hey, I can't believe myself! Why am I giving away Gmail invites so freely to these BITians? Shame on me!

Few people are as abominable as Kublai Khan (name changed for obvious reasons). I ran into that piece of junk in the lab. The scum should be buried alive in the deepest pit.