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Digital Electronic Entity Programmed for Assassination, Nocturnal Judo and Accurate Nullification

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saurabh said…
F@<#'s wrong wid u???
Anonymous said…
A perfect replica of urs....
Anonymous said…
Poisonous, Ravenous, Anthropologist-Torturing, Explorer-Eating Killer


That is Prateek.
Anonymous said…
Synthetic
Wireless
Efficient
Troubleshooting
Android
Deepanjan said…
Prat...all the world's praises couldn't detoxify you!
Deepanjan said…
Sweta...at least I identified u!
Anonymous said…
Sneering
At the
Madness
Exhibited by
Eggs gone
Rotten
Deepanjan said…
Sameera cut 2 size yet again!
Anupam said…
AN
Unidentified
Psycho
Awaiting
Murder-trial
Deepanjan said…
At least u have been brought to book!
Anonymous said…
Man, I miss our dear group. I also miss all the free time I used to have during 6th sem and while I was on bench. I miss our college days.

Worst of all, I miss all you jerks...... :(

Right now, I am listening to 'Jaane Kahaan Gaye Woh Din', a truly heart-rending song that only adds to my misery. It makes me feel like giving up all that I have earned till this day for just one more day in our old class room with all you nincompoops there...:(
Deepanjan said…
Oh, cut the crap!
U think we would endanger our lives being in close proximity to u yet again? Gimme a break!
Anonymous said…
:D

Man, they should have the provision of pasting smileys in the comment box.
Anonymous said…
And what the bloody hell is this 'Noctural Judo'??

Couldn't you think of anything else?
Deepanjan said…
There's a way, though it's slightly tedious. There r many sites that give u access to their smileys. U can use them in the comments here.
Deepanjan said…
Blame the external site for coming up with Noctural Judo.
thinker said…
Mechanical Artificial Neohuman Trained for Efficient Sabotage, Worldwide Assassination and Rational Infiltration......
Anonymous said…
MANILAL ie
Mechanical Artificial Neohuman Intended for Logical Assassination and Learning
Anonymous said…
Hello Deepanjan,
This is Pranav (Sameer's friend). I wanted to know how to link the post when we insert a user defined template instead of picking the default template from the blog site. How the posts will fall into sequence automatically?
Awaiting your response.
Deepanjan said…
Blogger has its own tags that supplement the HTML tags. U could easily learn about them via the Help link on its homepage.
U don't need to worry about the posts being sequenced automatically. This is automatically handled by the server based on the timestamp.
Princess Joya said…
Artificial Robotic Assassination and Nocturnal Yelling Individual.

Eww! What a lame name I got!
Anonymous said…
Does that mean you murder robots and then wail for your crimes at night?

Once again let me remind you of my name: -
Sneering
At the
Madness
Exhibited by all you
Eggs gone
R>

Thankfully, I didn't have to depend on any site to come out with that.
Anonymous said…
Sneering
At the
Madness
Exhibited by all you
Eggs gone
Rotten


{I guess you all are driving me nuts as well}
Anonymous said…
By the way, Aranyi, I didn't know you had started visiting Deep's blog.

I welcome you on Deep's behalf.
Vivek said…
Sam, don't you think you're overdoing this?

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