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Yesterday's retaliatory mail seems to have done the trick. Bharathi is no longer flooding my mailbox with unwanted forwards. An excerpt from my mail:

Whatever b the cost, I'm ready to bear it. It'll definitely be cheaper than hiring a guy full-time to keep flushing my mailbox of your JUMBO-sized mails!

A recipient of crap-mail,
Deepanjan

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Anonymous said…
I've also come close a few times to flipping out at people for cluttering my mailbox, but somehow I've never done it. Good for you, you've got balls!
Friday, December 23, 2005 8:47:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Some people are used to being submissive only when you're dogmatic.
Friday, December 23, 2005 10:32:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Very true...I wish I had your guts.
Friday, December 23, 2005 7:38:00 PM
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