Hat trick + 1 + 1

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It must be the season I keep getting awards. This one is from Indian Home maker and I think it says it all.....thanks IHM.
This is from Iya ......

This one from Mampi (and also Nimmy infact she gave it before Mampi I somehow missed receiving it.)


This is from Mithe...


I am honoured guys....thanks for remembering me on your blogs.


I feel guilty if I pass on the award to only a few. So all of you whose blog I frequent please know that these and more awards are coming your way from me.


And then wouldn't you all agree that a regular reader is the biggest award of all? Well thats what I try to be on your blogs.... so there :)

Comments

Iya said…
u deserve it..all the way :)
4:20 pm, December 17, 2008
Anonymous said…
Of course Pinku! Thanks for being there..:)
4:42 pm, December 17, 2008
Indian Home Maker said…
Congrats Pinku, you deserve them all :))
5:50 pm, December 17, 2008
rayshma said…
so very well deserved :)
congrats!! :)
12:05 am, December 18, 2008
Keshi said…
Congrattz Pinku u deserve to be awarded!

I got so many awards too but time contraints dun allow me to post each award in a blog post and pass some to others too.

But like u said, the biggest award is hvn friends come n check on ya every single day in ur blog. Cos thats a true blessing.


Keshi.
7:37 am, December 18, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey guys!!! thank you so much for your good wishes....

Look forward to a long association with all of you....
12:12 pm, December 18, 2008
Mampi said…
Congrats on the awards,
They are well deserved.
(this was the sweet me)

You are one hell of a lazy bum. Earlier also, you got the award and to avoid the hard work of hyperlinking, you just gave it to everyone. Nobility apart, you should introduce us to the people (not me) on your blogroll. Award is just a bahana, maqsad is logo'n se milana.
(this is the mean mean me)
9:51 pm, December 18, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey Good Sweet Mampi...thank you, thank you...this is all thanks to you.


Hey Meanie Mampi.....how better can I introduce anyone than on my fav reading list?

They are already there why dont you go through it?

now who is the lazy bum?
10:36 am, December 19, 2008
Jagjit said…
Congratulationzzzzz......... and cudnt u tell me that i blogrolled ur wrong blog? the one u never update? kidding...:) congrats for awards once agn
1:16 pm, December 19, 2008
BG said…
hey...congrats :)
6:36 pm, December 21, 2008
Anonymous said…
but u have been MIA for quite sum days to use a army term...(missing in action) LOL

thearmyguyspeaks.wordpress.com
10:45 pm, December 22, 2008
Anonymous said…
Congrats Pinku :)
1:19 pm, December 23, 2008
Anonymous said…
Congrats Pinku...Did you fog\rget my award ???*8-sod sod** ..lol..just kidding..I think i forgot to inform you..I am really sorry..Pls accept my award,yeah,you already got it..But its just a noite from mmy side that you are dear to me :) Good day

http://nimis540.wordpress.com/2008/12/11/eidhospital-emergency-and-awards
2:47 pm, December 23, 2008
Indian Home Maker said…
Congratulations Pinku, just came to say wow this looks so cool! Merry Christmas.
3:29 pm, December 24, 2008
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