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Ankur Mohan Sinha said…
wat kind of post was that...
were u trying to be humorous or sarcastic ...??
8 April 2009 at 20:12
Anonymous said…
you should be killed for noticing so much around you while travelling instead of reading a book quietly in one corner
8 April 2009 at 23:37
Nitin Sinha said…
Bhuri: Both :)

Anon: can't stop watching these intersting things happening around me :D
9 April 2009 at 05:58
Prachi Aggarwal said…
hmm...did u think of includin urself in tht list???
9 April 2009 at 09:10
Nitin Sinha said…
Prachi: I did, and I also thought about you ;)
9 April 2009 at 09:12
Prachi Aggarwal said…
i am interested in knowing that why i should be included...
9 April 2009 at 09:20
Nitin Sinha said…
Prachi: Don't you think of yourself as a smart kid? ;-)
9 April 2009 at 09:29
aks said…
unpleasantly interesting, am sure it was from your stone age, as i have always know you as homo sapien:)
9 April 2009 at 10:01
aki said…
unpleasantly interesting, am sure it was from your stone age, as i have always know you as homo sapien:)
9 April 2009 at 10:01
Prachi Aggarwal said…
ur soundin like one of those parents now!!
9 April 2009 at 10:26
Mirchi said…
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12 April 2009 at 06:04
Unknown said…
Hmm. I will add my nugget to the list: Those MEN that proceed to take up all available room on the train, splaying their arms and legs and beer bellies everywhere as if they owned the damn thing, mopping the sweat mixed with cheap cologne bought at Archies off their brow with that hanky that their diligent patni handed to them that morning...whilst either a) talking loudly on their mobiles or b) fiddling with ringtones loudly on their mobiles.
4 May 2009 at 22:44
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