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Bunked office. Felt sick, metaphorically speaking!
Believe it or not, we have no holiday for the next 100 days excluding weekends!

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Vivek said…
Woe is me!

Thank God India became independent in August, else we'd have gone without a holiday for a lot longer.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 6:15:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Ya! Another reason to celebrate I-Day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 7:00:00 AM
saurabh said…
what is "Woe is me"???
No holidays for next 100 days, grrreat :) Monday sucked.

Okay, here is something all of u will love ...
http://www.esnips.com/web/eb00ks

and no, its not a link of p* site, so vivek, u dont need to check out :)
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 9:05:00 AM
Vivek said…
Jab 100 kamine marey they tab Sittu .... u get the drift.

Woe is me matlab I'm the epitome of grief .... or something like that .... basically meant I'm sad to hear this.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 11:25:00 AM
saurabh said…
guys, if vivek HIMSELF calls some1 kamina then there must be some truth in it
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 12:02:00 PM
Vivek said…
Soooooo, you did get the drift, dintcha? Told ya ....
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 12:13:00 PM
saurabh said…
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006 12:37:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
Wow! Amazing how even innocuous comments insidiously veer into dangerous terrain!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 1:43:00 PM
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