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An Interim Notice

I have a lot 2 write, but little time to spare. I'll probably post the backlogs on the 23rd.

Comments

Vivek said…
Heard you are buying a Samsung D-500. Couldn't believe my ears!
Sebastian said…
Dipsi buying a Samsung D-500
Deepanjan said…
Yup, I'm contemplating on those lines! Sending high resolution pics to my blog is the primary motive.But I may have a change of heart and settle for a more vanilla handset. Folks, I'm hard pressed for time. I hope to make some entries on the 23rd. I already feel orphaned without it.
Anonymous said…
What is a Samsung D-500? What's the big deal in buying it?
Anonymous said…
Vivek, you are a blogger???? When did this wacky idea strike???? Well, I guess this means that Anon need not haunt Dipshit alone.
Anonymous said…
OK OK Rob. I am just joking.
Vivek said…
No probs Sam, any comments are welcome. The D-500 is the top of the line cell from Samsung. 96MB memory, MP3, 1.3 MP Camera ....... the works. Costs a bomb too ..... 17000 big ones.
Sebastian said…
How come you always run into girls from the North East?

Do not buy a Motorola.
Sebastian said…
"Gotcha!"
You becoming a cool dude in banglore
Deepanjan said…
Nope! That's a fallout of my Pune days. Man, Pune was a lot better than Bangalore. I dearly wish to switch to your city (originally mine) in a year or two.
Deepanjan said…
BTW, the NE enigma is easy to solve. The terminal stations were Guwahati & Bangalore.
Deepanjan said…
Bought my first mobile phone (Nokia 6681). My number is: 9886991714

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