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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??
22 February 2007 at 09:17
Indigo Nyx said…
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22 February 2007 at 11:09
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!
22 February 2007 at 11:10
Sugababee said…
oooo thats some good stuff... i wanna see sum more
22 February 2007 at 11:53
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..
22 February 2007 at 18:34
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....
22 February 2007 at 20:01
bhaskar.... said…
this is the best one.....
23 February 2007 at 13:45
bhaskar.... said…
jalte hue dipak se bhujhe raat meri,raas aati nahi ujjalo ki koi baat mujhe........
23 February 2007 at 13:55
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
24 February 2007 at 00:00
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.
24 February 2007 at 21:51
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!
25 February 2007 at 10:58
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. :)
26 February 2007 at 04:37
Anonymous said…
am amazed at the frequency with which you keep refreshing it..quite creative too!
26 February 2007 at 10:05
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 !!! :)
26 February 2007 at 10:55
Łóòň Ġãĺ said…
like the effects! too good .. hv seen this pic on ur orkut!
18 March 2007 at 15:53
Nitin Sinha said…
Loony; Yeah, it was on orkut. Thanks.
18 March 2007 at 17:06
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