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The end of a blog

Deepanjan Nag's Diary, as the world has known it, must come to its end. This doesn't mean there'll be no more posts, there will. But the textual content will be greatly minimized. I would like to keep my blog meaty by keeping it regularly fed with pictures and videos, but without too many means of doing so...the immediate prospects to that effect look rather grim. But things may change and I may revert to full-length posts occasionally.

I guess I've finally run out of steam!

Comments

Vivek said…
Nooooo, Deep don't go! ;-)

I guess Santosh's departure is having it's effects on you.
Deepanjan said…
No, Rob!
Santosh has nothing to do with it.
You have no idea what a tumultuous period I'm going through right now. This must be one of the lowest points of my life. So low that even my blog can't be used to reflect it. I've sort of betrayed the spirit of personal blogging...and I can't continue this way. This hypocrisy must come to an end.
Anonymous said…
Noooo....
Plz don't go ... plz don't go.

Robert yaad hai ki nahi radio city wala Ad.
Deepanjan said…
I'm not going anywhere!
And it's nice to discover some life in the comments!
saurabh said…
1431 is surely a big number when it comes to blog posts.
guys, may be he wants to do a ganguly... will be out of action for some time and then back with a bang...
Deepanjan said…
I won't be out of action...posts will continue. But the bangs are definitely a thing of the past. Life has to move on and I can ill afford to be bogged by my blog. And I'm not at all satisfied with the way my blog was headed.
Anonymous said…
Gang Bang...
Anonymous said…
Its good to hear you would post once a while. You need to do quality posts and get rid of all those oneliners. Things like xyz left, xyz marries was doing ur blog no good.

Posts like "Memories of a Valentine" make good reading. So from now on QUALITY POSTS only.

Sebastian
Deepanjan said…
Thanks, Sabu! But my blog was never meant to showcase my writing prowess! It was just a chronicle that I hoped to revert to when in a nostalgic mood. Allowing the public a free dekho was just a tertiary affair!

One liners often carry a lot of memory.
Vivek said…
Heard you weren't particularly happy with the new developments in Pune ..... ?
Deepanjan said…
Yes!
Pune has changed beyond my wildest comprehension. JM Rd could beat Brigade Rd any day. It's developing way too fast for my liking.
I hope to upload the pics very soon.

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