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Hotmail upgrades storage space from 25MB to 250MB. I can almost feel the tears flooding my eyes!

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Vivek said…
My God! This is historic!
Anonymous said…
Ya same tear thing wid me also. They increased after such procrastination and that too only to 250MB. Its a shame
Anonymous said…
Hey kid! Your comment on my blog has led me to yours and you'll be happy to know that I've just wasted a full 30 minutes of company time reading it. Awesome, awesome entries! If you want to come back to Pune, let me know, we need SAP guys.
Zoya
Vivek said…
Wow Deep, your blog's getting you places .... wait till Accenture hears 'bout this. :-)
Vivek said…
Why'd she call u a kid?
Deepanjan said…
The Accenture guys in the US have already visited by blog!
It's true.
Techies are kiddies!
Anonymous said…
Yes, that they are! Both need a lot of pampering, as I just discovered. "Kid" is also a term of endearment we use in Canada.
Deepanjan said…
Yeah, and it's used that way in most of the Western world.

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