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From my corporate intranet blog...

Girls...
8/25/06 05:03 pm
Having just taken membership of the ECC, me and another girl are discussing what all things we will do in the coming days. The topic comes to the swimming pool.The girl asks... "siddharth ek baat bata, yeh swimming pool ke 'girls-timings' aur 'boys-timing' kya-kya hain".
Girls...again
8/25/06 02:07 pm
One of my batchmates calls me on my landline, at my hostel room and asks, ..."siddharth, kahan hai tu abhi...????" To answer eiffel tower or red fort, i was not sure.

Just heard in Food Court 1...
8/23/06 02:46 pm
Two guys and one girl, walking in front of us, on way to FC1, are talking about the great company they have just joined. One of the two guys says:"Mujhse data toh feed hota nahin, data structure kaise feed honge".

Infy mein light nahi...
8/21/06 09:53 am
40 seconds, was all we were told, took the backup to get started when lights went out. Well, after the 'light going n light coming back' all through the evening at Mysore DC, I have serious reservations now against the famous 'Infosys Predictability'.;-)

Comments

Anonymous said…
neha - gud sense of humour ladke.
8/30/06, 11:24 AM
Sid Saxena said…
hmmm...well...thanks...ladki..;-)
9/4/06, 6:38 PM
Shreshth said…
abbey ye yahoo messenger nahi hai :D aur haan meri sarkaari company beats u at power backup ;) yahan kabi b power out nahi hoti :D
9/7/06, 8:10 PM
Sid Saxena said…
abey ek building ko 200 acre ke campus se compare kar raha hai???
;-)
9/11/06, 5:59 PM
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