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Rediscovering Chess

I bought a Nokia phone a few months back and got into downloading games for it only recently. I hit upon an absolutely fantastic Chess game for Symbian phones. It's called ChessGenius and I've spent sleepless nights playing against it on my mobile. I've won only 2, keeping the competition (read 'opponent') at the simplest level. There's no guessing what'll happen if ChessGenius plays in a stronger mode! After all, I'm as good at it as a Sumo wrestler may be at figure-skating!
It's a dream game for me and I'm thoroughly enjoying playing against my newfound opponent.

Comments

Anonymous said…
The game that u installed is a demo version na? whats the catch?
Deepanjan said…
Only some non-vital features are locked. All vital functionalities work fine.
Anonymous said…
like u can play a normal complete game?
Anonymous said…
Absolutely! In fact, you'll be stunned by the number of modes ChessGenius can be played in. It can even play against itself!!
Anonymous said…
wow sounds like fun! it's a good way to practice ur skills :) I absolutely love chess...i miss my chessboard now :( It was made of glass..very beautiful..but while moving my parents misplaced it :(
Anonymous said…
I downloaded the game too and I LOVE it!! Thanks to you!!
Anonymous said…
Glad to be of some use, Jahnvee!
Anonymous said…
Yuppeee... Good Ol' Deepu is FINALLY of some use :)
Anonymous said…
hehhee don't be so modest Deep!!!
Deepanjan said…
I have a Nokia 6681.
I'm not sure about the bluetooth thing, but playing against the mobile is good enough for me. It's another matter that I don't play chess very well!

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