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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.
Deepanjan said…
Ya! Another reason to celebrate I-Day.
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 :)
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.
saurabh said…
guys, if vivek HIMSELF calls some1 kamina then there must be some truth in it
Vivek said…
Soooooo, you did get the drift, dintcha? Told ya ....
saurabh said…
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Deepanjan said…
Wow! Amazing how even innocuous comments insidiously veer into dangerous terrain!

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