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One of my posts has been showcased in the Featured Blog Entries on Sulekha Blogs.
I'm embarrassed of the many typos that have crept in. I had written it in great hurry with no time to rectify the errors.
I can't even edit it now!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm not surprised. You have an amazing talent for turning the mundane into the extraordinary.
Deepanjan said…
I'm blushing, thanks to you!
Vivek said…
There! You did it again.
Deepanjan said…
Sweta RAJ's antics made my day! Her paranoia really made me laugh!! Poor girl, she's still nursing the wounds some demented BITian inflicted upon her. I hope she gets over it soon.
Anonymous said…
I never got around to making you famous Deep..as you see for yourself..the job is already done!
Deepanjan said…
People are right: I do think too highly of myself!
Anonymous said…
Self-confidence was never a bad thing.
Anonymous said…
Well...it seems that Sweta Raj does really read your blog. I wonder how many other fans you have you from our MCA batch who choose to stay unnoticed.
Deepanjan said…
I just love the comments! There's so much life in them!
Anonymous said…
Oh my god I m glad ,Is this part of deepanjan's blog dedicated to me.........and please dont laugh so much deepanjan that u get tears in ur eyes...............Ya thats true whenever get time I either read blogs or play games....and reading deepanjan's blog is reading newspaper for me now........
Sweta Raj
Anonymous said…
http://www.sulekha.com/blogs/blogdisplay.aspx?cid=36976

try out this link..
Deepanjan said…
Sweta RAJ, you've bought me with your words!
Now if only Silly Sid could break his silence. I miss this clown!
Anonymous said…
Please stop copying and pasting sweta raj and stop pulling my leg.....ya I will definitely convey ur message to him.....as I have not seen him reading ne blog ever........
Deepanjan said…
Rakesh, I followed your URL. The problem with Indian history is that it isn't well chronicled. People will believe anything sensational irrespective of its being purely speculative or otherwise. History is often treated like a minion by people who have a knack for carrying tales.
Anonymous said…
Wow for the comments. I agree Deep. The ongoing battle of comments here hold so much life in them. Just make sure there never comes a point where people visit ur page only to read the comments! Who knows..u might have to work twice as hard on ur blogs.
Deepanjan said…
If the chip is bigger than the block, so be it!
:-)
Anonymous said…
If you say so :D
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