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The Good and the Bad at the moment!




GOOD: cgbalu: good morning here....may be good afternoon there:-/
imgna: hi balu
imgna: its afternoon here
cgbalu: holiday? it is holiday here and I am in the cave :-O
imgna: wow! the cave :D
imgna: how r u?
cgbalu: fine....one friend who is at Pune is also on the line....
imgna: i c
cgbalu: tajmahal has left a off line message.....>:)
imgna: she did?
imgna: she is coming home on nov 13.. finally!!!!!!!!
cgbalu: yeah...she also told through mail about her plans....
imgna: at least i thought its the best move she can ever have
cgbalu: sure....sometimes i feel somebody elsle is planning life for usX-(
imgna: yes i thought the same too..
imgna: must be a good entry for OD dont u think? :D
cgbalu: but we get dejected when we things go beserk - not according to our plans...yeah very nice theme....
imgna: but then.. if there is already a supreme being then we cant do anything except to follow
cgbalu: yes we should bring that to our mind when we get dejected....
imgna: balu
cgbalu: may be 3.35 p.m there....had your luch?
imgna: no only 1:15
imgna: but i have to take a shower now
imgna: my daughter is urging me to see a horro movie
imgna: horror
cgbalu: okay go ahead....nice to see you here...let daughter enjoy the horror....
imgna: yes
imgna: thank u
imgna: catch u soon
cgbalu: okay bye for nowO:-)
imgna: bye balu


MOOD:The current mood of cgbalu@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

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