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Sunday

It's not the usual sullen Sunday today. Tomorrow is a holiday owing to Gandhi Jayanti. Like other Sundays, however, it was the usual lazy morning that most of my friends woke up to.

Abhishek (my colleague) paid us a visit in the afternoon and exploited the opportunity to check the alarmingly infectious Orkut besides his email. The bandwidth was very low and the poor guy was disappointed not to be able to surf to his heart's content. To compensate, we let him watch Lage Raho Munnabhai. The scene where an innocent student is slapped in the college canteen by the protagonist's friend for reasons that remain totally oblivious to the assaulted was absolutely hilarious!

Subhasish & I were scheduled to meet up in the evening to visit a few Durga Puja pandals and we were eagerly looking forward to it. The rains played spoilsport. We instead Google Talked for some time before bandwidth stifled it.

It was Manilal's turn to throw a dinner party in celebration of his new job. Enjoyed it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Deeeeeeeeep I'm definitely back! And this time I have proof!

I hope to hook up with you on chat sooner than later.

Cheers.
Anonymous said…
that's why I said I came with proof of my return this time ;)
Deepanjan said…
Hey, did you just get married?!!
The poem is toooooo beautiful!!
Anonymous said…
well I didn't see any comments!
married and me? pfftt no way

btw thanks!

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