For a bit, anyway.
1. Know all sentient beings by these presents that our cell phone was stolen/lost on an overnight train the night of June 26th-27th. If you've tried to call/SMS between that time and about 30 minutes back (1900, 3-Jul-2008, IST) and wondered why no replies where forthcoming, well, now you know.
This also means that we've lost all your numbers and stuff. So you'll have to email us that stuff.
2. This also means that Phone Selection Agony (Re dux) is in full swing. Current frontrunner is the Nokia E51.
3. They've written a song about us. It's called Pappu Can't Dance, Saala. Go listen.
Most of the lines don't apply to us ("muscular", "popular", "blue eyes", "Rado", "gaadi tez", "diktha angrez" and so on). But bang on target about the "can't dance, saala."