When you get your first job but have not joined yet, you are in the best part of your professional life.
No tension about the acads. No tension of the professional life either. It is that golden period in between. :)

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rameez said…
Enjoy while it lasts.
Can get real dirty from here.

#mood_for_free_gyan.
December 21, 2011 at 3:39 AM
Durga Nandan said…
:) I know. Expecting it all the way.. :)
December 23, 2011 at 11:09 PM
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