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Zoya describes Lord Ganesha!

"...short fat man with an elephant head"

Zoya, that made me laugh real hard!

Comments

Anonymous said…
GANAPATI BAPPA MORYA.
Who the bloody hell is this ZOYA?
Deepanjan said…
She is an HR manager working in Siemens, Pune.
Anonymous said…
Is she one those pink skinned human beings who reside on the other side of the Atlantic and have an outgrowth of copper wires in place of hair?
Anonymous said…
Wow you got me BANG ON! I'm impressed:)
-Zoya
Anonymous said…
Thank-you very much for taking my comment so sportingly and not getting angry. I usually joke and this was one of those times.
Anonymous said…
one of WHAT times? dude, grow up.
Deepanjan said…
A joke in bad taste. I didn't like the tone. There's a very fine line between a joke and a mockery. One must tread such lines carefully.
Anonymous said…
I am extremely sorry. Pardon me ladies and gentlemen and I say this with all sincerity.
Anonymous said…
Hey, has anyone else noticed that someone resembles a lot with someone from some tv series currently on air on s_world and z_english?
Anonymous said…
allow me to rephrase:
"Has anyone else noticed that someone looks a lot like someone from the tv series Friend?"

P.S. feel free to delete my comments if found offensive or derogatory
Anonymous said…
Ya. You look exactly like the UGLY-NAKED-MAN from the TV serial: - Friends.

And I need to grow up.
Anonymous said…
deepu, bullzye
Deepanjan said…
Sittu, I agree!
Sameera, that was a good joke!
Anonymous said…
sam, its UGLY-NAKED-GUY and NOT UGLY-NAKED-MAN!!!
Vivek said…
Hmmm ... a lot more people than I previously thought possible have been watching Friends. Hope none of you watch Desperate Housewives though.
Deepanjan said…
Even the First Lady of the US watches it! There must be something substantial to warrant that!
Vivek said…
That's 'cause she's a lady. The whole series is about somw women, I hear .... as are most of the things these days.
Deepanjan said…
I'm sure Desperate Housewives isn't half as melodramatic as the Indian soaps!
Vivek said…
The lesser said about the 'K'-soaps the better.
Deepanjan said…
It's a wonder how a lady's fetish for 'K' held Indian television viewers hostage for so many years!
Anonymous said…
The way the topic-train changes tracks, has left me bewildered.
Deepanjan said…
We're Homo sapiens, not Mainframes! Thank a fictitious God for that.
Zoya said…
Goodness...this set of comments reminds me of that 80s show Chain Reaction.
ps Desperate Housewives rocks
Deepanjan said…
Zoya...So you've opened an account in Blogger. Wise choice! When do we see your first post?
Vivek said…
Zoya, what's Desperate Housewives about?
Zoya said…
Actually I just opeened it so that my name shows up and it doesn't appear I'm "too poor to buy a personality", as one of you eloquently stated earlier.

DH is about 4 women and all the drama and intrigue that takes place in the suburbs, despite the picture of perfection that's painted to the outside world. Lots of drugs, sex and rock'n roll. Wit and humour too.
Deepanjan said…
Pretty Lady, U could have simply typed your name in the appropriate field. No need to create an account in Blogger. The Google guys (owners of Blogger) aren't buttheaded! Microsoft Spaces has a lot to learn from its niftier competitor. If you're into coding, you could really turn Blogger upside down, if you so willed!

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