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Anonymous said…
from one medium to another...it appears you've set out to conquer 'em all. singing sensation wanderer is back as a blogger ..wot next??
Indigo Nyx said…
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Indigo Nyx said…
Yeh chiraag be-nazar hai yeh sitara be-zubaan hai,
abhi tujhse milta julta koi dusara kahaan hai ....

wohi shaqs jispe apne dil-o-jaan nisaar kar doon
woh agar khafaa nahin hai to zaroor badgumaan hai ...

:).... Its good to see u here!
Sugababee said…
oooo thats some good stuff... i wanna see sum more
Nitin Sinha said…
Ranjit: for a talented person like me could sky be the limit ;)

Psycho: bahot pehle se un kadmon ki aahat jaan lete hain
tujhe aye zindagi hum door se pehchaan lete hain..
shukriya...

Sugri: Will try to keep up to your expectations:)

Ado: Thnx..
Anonymous said…
heyy wandyy muje to bas yahi kehna hai padh likh kar bade bano aur Lalu ki seat pe baith jao...lolllllllll...:P...good wishess and good luck to u...:).. but never ever try to forget fudiya...lol....:P....
bhaskar.... said…
this is the best one.....
bhaskar.... said…
jalte hue dipak se bhujhe raat meri,raas aati nahi ujjalo ki koi baat mujhe........
Anonymous said…
Standing in the deck at Southhampton..trying to get Holland or France ..the man in the mac said, "You've got to go back" ..you know they didn't even give us a chance ..this is from the ballad of john and Yoko nd thnx fer reminding me :)ah've immersed mahself in this tranquil blogspot..cheers nitin
Nitin Sinha said…
Raasu: hehehe, i just want to be myself. But thanks for your wishes :), lol@ fudiya, how can i forget that ;)keep visiting

Bhaskar:wah wah, kya baat hai. sher-o-shayri bhi ho rahi hai aajkal. Thank you. keep visiting:)

Anonymous: I am glad these pictures refreshed your memory. Don't know about the ballad; would like to know more about it.
Anonymous said…
this is really becoming fun..one of my priorities in life is getting to visit doublethink and am not exaggerating...sky is the limit huh? then let's go for it dr.sinha!
Nitin Sinha said…
Ranjit: I am so glad that at least one person takes pain to visit this blog. Very inspiring. Have not become a dr yet...inshah allah, wud soon be though. Do keep visiting. :)
Anonymous said…
am amazed at the frequency with which you keep refreshing it..quite creative too!
Nitin Sinha said…
Ranjit: I am getting addicted to this new toy in my life, so yeah, you see frequent postings. But I am discouarged a bit too, on the recent post, noone commented and its been two days old !!! :)
Łóòň Ġãĺ said…
like the effects! too good .. hv seen this pic on ur orkut!
Nitin Sinha said…
Loony; Yeah, it was on orkut. Thanks.

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