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Samir has completed a month-long course in Delhi. What is he really upto?


Anonymous said…
Tell me if you find out.......Vivek
Anonymous said…
By the way, are you still posting on your other blog?.....Vivek
saurabh said…
If anyone comes close to santosh in being termed esoteric, it is our good old samir. How can we forget his standard reply “ja rahe hai kaam se” when anyone asked him where he is going. Forget it guyz, no one can find out what samir is up to.
Anonymous said…
I think your postings are attracting more comments than you would care to receive.....somehow I think its my fault.....if you think so too, i'm sorry buddy......but keep posting.....Vivek.

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