Oops! i did it again...

What did i do? i deleted my blog template that i had cared for and
nurtured for over 6 months now. sob! the tears of a father.
from my
mob. locn: madiwala
on the way home...

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Cheers,
Rahul S. Nair

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  1. Chandan PrabhudevaSunday, June 01, 2008 8:17:00 am

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  2. Chandan PrabhudevaSunday, June 01, 2008 8:19:00 am

    Guhahahaha... Dai, what's thr in a template.. It's your words that make your blog so colorful, but yeah your template "WAS" actually very good :P
    Hope you find the backup soon or else
    mine will start looking better than yours... Ah! finally gotta way to divert some traffic into my space.. Hey all u ppl! 'til the time our beloved Rahule finds his template u can check out my blog so that i can bask in stolen glory... Guhahahaha

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