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Sabu moves in...

...or, out of Blogger.
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Sebastian said…
I will let you in on a little secret I would be moving away from wordpress also soon. I have got a .net blog engine. That gives me a chance to do some tweaking make some plugins etc.

Wordpress and Blogger are on PHP and I am not getting time to pickup PHP
Sebastian said…
who is sittu he has a hidden blogger profile.
Deepanjan said…
I've resolved to shift to .NET on account to your enticing comment. SAP will get the boot in the not too distant future.
Sittu is a secretive blogger from BIT.
saurabh said…
my blogger profile is hidden simply coz i no longer blog thru that id.
Sebastian said…
So Sittu is not secretive.
Dipsi is ignorant.
Deepanjan said…
I am omniscient. Sittu uses another blog to preserve his anonymity.
Vivek said…
Sittu, u secretive #@$%*!, you never told me you had 2 blogs.
saurabh said…
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saurabh said…
guys, I had started writing thru this "sittu" profile a couple of years back, but abandoned it rather quickly. from january this year, im using another anonymous blog profile(which r known to vivek and deepanajan) only coz the contents may not be suitable for some of my acquaintances, and thats why i dont post comments here using the new id.

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