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My blog entry 'Potty Pressure' has been showcased in the Editor's Pick of the Week on Sulekha Blogs.

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Anonymous said…
Ok I won't flatter you...
Deepanjan said…
Yeah, let me do that for myself :-)
Anonymous said…
:) Hope you're having a better day at work.
Deepanjan said…
Things can't get any worse!
Anonymous said…
We all know they can always get worse! I hope by the end of the day things turn out to be on the bright side for you.
Deepanjan said…
I sure hope your words come true. And I also hope you feel rejuvenated now.
Anonymous said…
Thanks.. am a bit better. Wanted to ask you.. do you draw/paint?
saurabh said…
Yup, he DRAWS mindless conclusions and PAINTS pretty pictures of himself.
Anonymous said…
Thanks Sittu for your input! It wasn't the answer that I was looking for but it works. Let's see if Deep has anything to say in his defense!
Deepanjan said…
Sittu, that was a gem of an answer!
Jahnvee, my drawing/painting is horrible. Only I know how insulted I felt when the most sincere effort to draw a frog only produced what remotely resembled a mutated and tailless lizard.
Why do you ask?
Anonymous said…
I guess I am missing all the fun by staying away from your blog.
By the way, that was a great answer, Sittu!!!
Deepanjan said…
So our sugar boy couldn't stay away from the candy bar!
Anonymous said…
Nope, the joker couldn't stay away from the circus..... :)
Anonymous said…
:) just out of curiosity!
Anonymous said…
Now...now, be careful of what you say Jahnvee, I might just explode again.............. ;)
Deepanjan said…
With puffy Sameera around, there'll be lots of explosions from unmentionable places!
;-)
Anonymous said…
Good to have you back Sameer! I think it's you who needs to be careful about not exploding me again ;)

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