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Adios, ICQ


Did you ever fall in love with a number? I did, with my ICQ number-210261840. I fondly recall how flaunting an ICQ number had become a fad and a sure symbol of geekdom in Pune. If you didn't have an ICQ number, you were an outcast! The lesser mortals could go play with Yahoo! or MSN IM.

Those days are long gone. I obstinately stuck to ICQ even when AOL did everything in its power to ruin this marvelous product. Luckily, they did make ICQ interoperable with AIM, something that facilitated in my remaining loyal to it even when all my colleagues used AIM. Each time someone asked for my AIM id, I supplied a long numeric id! Stumped everyone without fail!

Alas, there's only so far I can go. ICQ has been gradually stripped of its powers while AIM is being increasingly laden with new ones. I've finally decided to relinquish ICQ for good in favor of AIM. My AIM id (old id but new usage) is deepanjannag. Damn, I've lost my exclusivity!

Addendum: I'll keep my ICQ id alive as long as possible.

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saurabh said…
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Monday, June 19, 2006 12:25:00 PM
saurabh said…
sooooo, what else u did @ "ICQ" apart from chatting? Learnt Flying or vanishing act? make Gold out of copper? Get next day's exam's Ques papers???
Monday, June 19, 2006 12:26:00 PM
saurabh said…
WHY YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE THAT EXTRA EFFORT TO BE "CALLED" EXCLUSIVE???
Monday, June 19, 2006 12:36:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
U would know it if you used it!
And like it or not, I'm exclusive! Ppl lost in the din of life need to be reminded constantly.
Monday, June 19, 2006 12:59:00 PM
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