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Rohit shifts to his new place tonight...while I leave for Kolkata via Guwahati Express. Things will change when I'm back. I'll have to do some speed reading on HTML, Javascript, XML...well, the list goes on. I also intend to join French classes in January.
The only thing I won't enjoy: ABAP!

Another change will be the shift from desktop blogging to moblogging. I'm finding no time to blog from my office desktop...and I intend to buy a personal desktop not before 2007 begins. I just hope the Nokia keyboard isn't to expensive. Any idea about the price?

Adieu, dear readers! Will hope to catch up with u folks on the 5th of December.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Will miss ur Blog.. :) :)
Friday, November 25, 2005 10:13:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Adios to you too!!!

We are going to miss clobbering you on your own turf for a little while.
Friday, November 25, 2005 10:23:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Sameer, hone your pestering skills during my absence.
Friday, November 25, 2005 10:32:00 AM
Anonymous said…
I hope you have a nice time in Kolkata! All your dear fans will be awaiting your return!!

Bon Voyage!
Friday, November 25, 2005 10:08:00 PM
Santosh Singh said…
I wish you a happy journey to Kolkata and when you will return from your home , you must learn HTML, XML AND Java Script because wothout this you can't be a good professional in view of desining.
Saturday, November 26, 2005 8:53:00 AM
Santosh Singh said…
In previous comment you read 'Designing' in lieu of 'Desining'.
Saturday, November 26, 2005 8:57:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Chaps, I'm in Kolkata. I'm forced to access the Net to activate roaming on my phone!
Jahnvee, u make me feel like Vikram Seth!
Sunday, November 27, 2005 12:37:00 PM
Vivek said…
Santosh Bhai, kaa haal ba? Theek bada nu?
Monday, November 28, 2005 3:31:00 AM
Anonymous said…
who's Vikram Seth??
Monday, November 28, 2005 8:39:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Oh please lady!!!

Just how much does this dingbat pay you for worshipping him?
Monday, November 28, 2005 10:06:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Hahaa I don't worship him..i'm not worthy of it ;)

The battle zone has to be evened out by somebody..why not moi!?!

btw..who is this vikram seth?
Tuesday, November 29, 2005 3:31:00 AM
Anonymous said…
aah nevermind..I figured out he's the author I was meaning to read last summer!! His, "A Suitable Boy" is what I've heard so much about..
Tuesday, November 29, 2005 3:36:00 AM
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