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The original Bittorrent client failed to impress me & I had to switch allegiance to Azureus, a Java-based client that has won's Community Choice Award (2006) for "Best Overall" Category.

This client comes with its own share of problems. The interface looks amateurish & closely resembles that of the Eclipse IDE. Launching the client immediately throws up a series of error messages. Overlook them & the product works just fine.

The Bittorrent protocol, though, has not been too impressive. My biggest gripe is its slow speed.


Anonymous said…
I'd be glad to time I'm in B'lore, we should meet up and work out a plan. Hope you're having a great wknd!
Deepanjan said…
Next time you're in B'lore, you should speak up and let me know there's a blondie in town!
I would love to meet you!

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