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I'm learning the hard way not to trust anyone. Even the one you revere the most may be scheming your downfall. By no stretch of imagination may this seem logical, but who said imagination is limitless?

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Anonymous said…
So how exactly is SANTOSH scheming against u???
Deepanjan said…
Well, imagination shouldn't be stretched into the next Universe! I can see my sombre mood affecting my postings.
Anonymous said…
Or have u written that coz some of ur friends may be at the recieving end?
Vivek said…
That "jerk, dirty" comment was by me .... forgot to log in .... saw it now.
Deepanjan said…
2 Sittu: As far as I'm concerned, only mosquitoes can be at the receiving end.
Deepanjan said…
Just some funk!
I guess Blogger should come with its own Instant Messenger. By the time I log out after posting a comment, others have added their own!
Anonymous said…
Is this blog just a passing thought or is there some physical reality to it. Come on Deep tell us more. Don't be so enigmatic.
Vivek said…
Sam, join the group again, pleeeeeeeeeeez! C'mon yaar, stop being upset.
Deepanjan said…
I didn't get you, Sameer. Right now, all my thoughts are passing by & I can't grasp them. Maybe it's one of those infamous moody traps!
Deepanjan said…
Hey, my blog is enough to keep Sameer interested in perverted pranks. He somehow managed to escape with his life after that historic mail helped plummet his popularity to an all-time low!
Anonymous said…
Rob, I have the highest regard for you buddy and you know it. You don't need to plead; you merely have to command me.

I know it pretty well how lonely I am going to be without the group and you guys. I won't be able to stay away for long.

But, this problem has got to stop.
You see, tomorrow again it could be me or somebody else.I need to clear this menace from our beloved group once and for all.

I am working on it. Being a novice to the world of the Internet, I don't say I will be able to contribute much, nevertheless, I am trying.

I know that the moderators are doing their best. Did anyone try to seek help from the other experts of the net like Divesh or Prateek?
Anonymous said…
BTW, Rob, give me your Gmail Id.
Anonymous said…
Ghar jao bacche. Kaafi raat ho gayi hai.
Anonymous said…
Sittu, I still don't think you are telling me everything you know. I have my suspicions based on things told to me by reliable sources. And I am not in a mood to joke.
Anonymous said…
u still call people from our batch "reliable"? dude, u have to learn a lot. And whatever I told u, they were, as they say, to the best of my knowledge and belief.
Vivek said…
OK Sam, all the best for your efforts. My gmail id is vivekrobert@gmail.com.
Anonymous said…
Deep, I feel you should reconsider this statement of yours: - 'By no stretch of imagination may this seem logical, but who said imagination is limitless?'

Shouldn't it be '....., but who said imagination is limited?' or something like that.
Deepanjan said…
Nope. I stand by my word. Your statement conveys the contradictory idea.
Anonymous said…
Ok my mistake. And thanks for not being a snob.
Anonymous said…
Hey plz, I am already havin a headache. yaar avoid such jalebi-pointers statments.
Deepanjan said…
Sameera, what say? Should we call a truce?
Bobby called. She wanted your mobile number.
Anonymous said…
Hmmmmmm........ quit calling me Sameera and I'll consider your proposition. By the way, I don't have a mobile as yet.
Deepanjan said…
Really? That vacuum headed Rajeev said your number was 9822285932. That's the number I gave Bobby. U may contact her @ 9860097390.
Anonymous said…
I carry a SIM card with that number in my pocket. Now only if someone could donate a Nokia 6681 to this poor man, I could receive that call from Bobby.
Deepanjan said…
IBMers are habitual beggers! Settle for bread if u can't buy cake!
Anonymous said…
One day I am going to buy myself caviar. Then we'll see who's the begger.
Deepanjan said…
Someday, I'll buy myself The Taj Mahal!

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