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Called up Abhishek.

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Sebastian said…
You are yet to showcase the picture taking capabilities of your INR 18K phone.
Deepanjan said…
Patience, my dear, is a great virtue. You'll probably have to wait till Feb next year for the snaps. I've got some great ones for you.
Sebastian said…
Explain the significance of "Feb next year"
Deepanjan said…
The BIT convocation is expected to be held in Feb. I hope to go home during that period. I'll then use my sister's PC to transfer the photos from my mobile to the HD. Next, I'll transfer them to some floppies, take them to the Sify cafe and upload to the Net.
It's a tall order, but someone's got to do it!
Sebastian said…
In the age of CDRW/DVDR/Pen drives you still use a floppy for storage.
Sebastian said…
Call the Hutch customer care and get GPRS activated man.
Deepanjan said…
GPRS is too expensive. I could save some bucks and buy some great CDs (Classical & Jazz) that I've discovered in Landmark (The Forum).
Now let me c your blog.
Deepanjan said…
BTW, did u get the MMS I had sent before your vacation?
Sebastian said…
no I did not get your MMS. Dont tell me GPRS is expencive let me check the hutch site
Deepanjan said…
I'll disable my GPRS this month. I originally wanted to email all my photos via the Access Point to Flickr. Somehow, I can't configure my phone.

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