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Contacted Chanchal. Wasn't sure of his id. So tried all logical domains. Sure enough, one of them hit the target. Chanchal was one of my close friends in Skytech Solutions. What would I have done without guys like him and Subhasish!

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Sebastian said…
Prevent span visit
http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=1203
Deepanjan said…
Sabu, that was a great help. Thanks!
Anonymous said…
Sittu: Sabu, that was a great help. Thanks!
Deepanjan said…
It's a pity that my innocent annotators are being coerced into extra keystrokes. Spamsters should be hanged by the neck till death.
Sebastian said…
Dips there are no keystrokes involved in spaming. Its just programming brilliance.
Deepanjan said…
I was talking about the keystrokes that genuine annotators are now being forced to type in order to be able to send me their comments.

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