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Created first secret post. Very minor but highly inflammable in content.
Remind me 20 years later to throw it open!

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saurabh said…
and i have commented in that secret post... remind me also...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006 10:47:00 AM
saurabh said…
also, i have strong objections to the comment posted by vivek in that post.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006 11:24:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Are you trying to be Rip Van Winkle? Nobody's gonna remember you after 20 years. And I can also sense that you are very tempted to post it here. I don't think you'll be able to hold it back for long.
Thursday, May 04, 2006 4:55:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Certain posts which pose an immediate threat that'll gradually wane in the not-too-distant future will be published before waiting for the stipulated 20 years.

Others will have to wait.
Thursday, May 04, 2006 9:16:00 AM
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