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Microsoft Live Mail Beta

My elation was boundless when I finally got an invitation from the Microsoft guys to try out their Live Mail. However, I was soon to be disappointed. On clicking the link, I learnt that the service is not available to Indians yet.
Why does Microsoft treat Indians like dirt? We had to stick to a paltry 2mb of Hotmail space when most of the world had been upgraded to 250mb. Does demographic segregation really help Microsoft?

Comments

saurabh said…
okay, even my invitation is not working...
Vivek said…
That's what you get for relentlessly badmouthing your own country. Kapish?
saurabh said…
guys, plz use only those words which r available in Wordweb. ppl like me and kaabil have to face a lot of trouble tryin to decipher something written in hebrew.
Deepanjan said…
The power of accurate observation is called cynicism by those
who have not got it." - George Bernard Shaw
Vivek said…
"Now, my friend, I beg you to consider that this blindness and unyielding hardness is the very core of your iniquity, and to be convinced that you are thus blind and stupid is true conviction of sin."
-Archibald Alexander
Deepanjan said…
An old warning revisited:

If you see me coming, better step aside;
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died.
Anonymous said…
yippieee...i have got a 250 mb hotmail mail box.....yippieeee
Deepanjan said…
Curb your enthusiasm, Ankur! Every Hotmail account has 250mb. Live Mail has 2gb.
Anupam, web search may be a great thing, but the results are too passive. The good old way of consulting people is sometimes better. What say?
Anupam said…
What i believe is even the guy answering you might be googling for answer so why to bother him :)
Deepanjan said…
Delegating can do wonders!
Anonymous said…
you men put some philosophers to shame!

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