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Well its been long since I did write in. Was a bit busy and also upset with my work not picking up pace. Went home this April' 09 especially to attend Nishu's wedding. Man after a long time we chuddy buddies met up. Oooh it was so much fun. Of course Chintu was missed on this occassion. 3 days of getting up getting dressed and rushing to the Shaadi ka ghar and crashing in late. Then all of us trying fit in marriage dance steps on songs.

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