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Indian Government Lifts Ban on Blogs

I can breathe easier now! I wonder what the GoI has managed to achieve by the censorship. All we've proved to the rest of the world is that we can easily do a China!

I had gained access to my blog via a site (besides Google's proxy servers) that was set up by a bunch of Pakistanis! I remember my thanks being acknowledged by someone from across the border. If this doesn't prove how the Internet is spearheading a borderless society, I wonder what does.
The end of the nation state is inevitable. I love it!
Thanks to Slashdot and Google Groups for leading the reprisal.
People React.
Government Speaks.

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Anonymous said…
So deepanjan busy blogging....Did I say thanks to u for ur wished ....and hows life ....I read ur blog today after a long gap it was nice reading ......take care
Anonymous said…
M sorry its *wishes..............keep us updated with ur werebouts

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