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For Mysore....


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Anonymous said…
ji haan bhaiyo aur saxena ki behno.. ye hain hamare Infy mysore parivar ki chhoti si duniya.. aur updates k liye dekhte rahiye.. Hum log.. ;-).. Yaar, marketing kar di tere blog ki:-)

Shivank..
12/18/06, 6:28 PM
Anonymous said…
these are not jus the photographs but the dreams one can ever imagine at workplace...infy mysore is a place to admire and these were the memories ...which shuld be acknowledged with a proud feeling
12/18/06, 6:37 PM
Sid Saxena said…
thank you DUDES 4 da comments...
12/18/06, 6:45 PM
Anonymous said…
grt guy .. grt thinking ....

saxena is a real dude..

i am really indebted to him 4 helping me pass the compre..
he is a grt guy to be with...
i miss him a lot..

i would also like to thank aggarwal ,shivank,garg and papa 4 being by my side to help pass the hectic trainin at mysore...


nd yes who could ever forget
ORANGE .... DHODI
12/19/06, 5:26 PM
Artrocious said…
he he!! this is really cute re!!
miss you guys.. a lot!!
12/19/06, 6:26 PM
Anonymous said…

Cheers to the Best Part of our Infy Life!!




shivangi
12/22/06, 5:28 PM
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