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Anand helped install Mandrake Linux on Santosh's PC. Even managed to surf the web through it, although it looked absolutely atrocious on screen!

Santosh is now a contributor to the Hindi edition of Wikipedia. Busy punching entries for Jhanjharpur!

And we finally had mushrooms for dinner. Absolutely delicious!


Anonymous said…
Mmmm you just gave me an idea. I think I'll have mushrooms for dinner tonight too....haven't had them in a while. What kind did you have? I'm thinking shitake tonight.
Deepanjan said…
What kind? The edible kind!
Vivek said…
Smart Deep, really smart!
Anonymous said…
I see.
Deepanjan said…
Hope I didn't offend you.
I need such breaks (morbid sometimes) from work.

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