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Well I guess u can't make much out of the picture. It's actually showing me as the 1001st visitor of my own blog. I had a big promo and all worked out in mind for the 1000th visitor and all that, but in the end, missed it by a whisker. (Actually the 1000th visitor was to be promised a big dinner and night together with John Abraham/Aishwarya Rai, depending upon his/her orientation)

So until 10,000 next time, THANKS FOLKS, and be my guest always!!!!

Comments

mowgz said…
Oh ! :-(
10,000 is a big number.Can u reset the counter ;-)
10:08 AM
Unknown said…
Ayyo, illallo! Sorry! :) Wont reset spoil the intent of counting?
1:56 PM
mowgz said…
:-(
Does the same offer stand for 10,000th visitor ? If yes, then I am not interested ...
3:26 PM
Anonymous said…
:-) verutheee ...
4:50 PM
Unknown said…
She doesn't mind. Only if you can accomodate her pet octopus between you. ;-)
12:24 PM
mowgz said…
no.
10:02 AM
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