Meets and all

There was a bloggers’ meet in Bangalore. Last week. Wednesday. Have been putting off writing about it ever since. Not because there was nothing to write about or anything, but was in very lazy mood. Also, was enjoying attention received by Harry Potter post, so didn’t want to distract people from it with yet another scintillating post about the evening that was the Bangalore Boggers’ Meet Episode 1.

It was scheduled for 1900 hours Wednesday last. When I walked into the best Barista outlet in India on St Mark’s Road (no, the coffee is as predictable as ever but it’s in the huge ground floor hall of an ancient colonial building with old stone walls that used to house, I think, the Bible Society), there was a group of four boys (sorry, boys) sitting awkwardly on and around the sofa in the corner below the TV.

The weird thing was, when I had built a mental image of what the blogger’s meet might look like, that’s exactly where I’d placed the entire group in my mind. Which goes to show, I suppose, that velvet sofas are really good for stimulating conversation or how boring and predictable we are (I mean, why didn’t anybody think of plonking themselves on the Barista counter?) or some such sad truth. Anyway.

So the group was all there. Arka, who was the only person there whose appearance I was vaguely familiar with, and Mandar and Sanket and Sridhar. All they needed was a little bit of spark that was duly provided by me. Soon other people joined, such as Sunayana, Venks and Jayashree. Lot of stimulating conversation happened (velvet sofa contributed, am sure) – on variety of topics such as each others’ blogs, other people’s blogs, when next blog meet would be, Harry Potter… my memory begins to fade. Age, must be.

On the whole, not bad. We’ve even started a Bangalore bloggers’ Google group. The next meet was on Saturday, which I missed because of demanding friend from Delhi. Another meet scheduled for 15 August weekend, and am fervently hoping the date just happens to be convenient because of long weekend and all and has nothing to with patriotism etc. I mean, dedicated as I have become to all things blogging, I draw the line at sitting down and talking about the state of the nation and how the economy is doing and things like that. Can’t imagine anything more corny. *Shudder shudder.* (Am at heart deep social thinker and all, I’ll have you know, but prefer to keep my thoughts for deep PhD am doing on said subject.)

To make up for lack of social insight I might have provided, have offered to turn up in Tricolour sequined mini-dress. How’s that as mark of deep and unwavering patriotism?