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Hey fellow bloggers and followers(I am just being optimistic here, I know ;))

After a long vacation in India, I am returning to blogosphere now :) .... If at all there was anybody who missed my frequent posts... Here goes one to mark my return :D

Another comic strip :)



Your comments and feedback are welcome as ever :)
Read and Enjoy :)
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  1. UnknownAugust 17, 2009 at 8:35 AM

    ROTFLMAO! Really, dude! U r getting better at this genre of things :D

    Welcome back btw! :)

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  2. sushantnnpjAugust 17, 2009 at 8:51 AM

    haha... nice one :)

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  3. RamyaAugust 17, 2009 at 12:18 PM

    good 1 da :)

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  4. AnonymousAugust 17, 2009 at 6:09 PM

    So, by this definition, "Chiclets" would be chicks you can carry around in your pockets? :P:D

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  5. UnknownAugust 18, 2009 at 5:01 AM

    @Rindo,

    Also, Bullet must be a cute li'l bull, Scarlet must be that little mark on ur face and last but not the least, Toilet must be a small 'Times Of India' paper that u carried! :D

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  6. Vinay VijayakumarAugust 18, 2009 at 5:22 PM

    @sushant, rmy: thanks guys....
    @Rindo: WOE MY GAAWWWD!!!!
    @B: I think u shud do strips!! :O !!! Toilet :O :O!!!!

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  7. KarunaaDa KannaDatiAugust 18, 2009 at 9:05 PM

    @VV - Welcome back. Good to see you outside infyblogs too :)

    @Rindo, you just initiated me to think of how I would decipher cutlet, anklet or ballet and I dont even want to imagine a 'small little' Hamlet :D

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  8. Vinay VijayakumarAugust 31, 2009 at 4:32 PM

    OMG...one harmless cartoon strip ...creating as much revolution in deciphering the etymology of words ending with -let :P

    @KB: Glad to be back to bug u guys :)

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