28 February 2010

Indi Blogger Meet- Actual

So this is a long delayed post as it has been pointed out by most people. I'm sure there are many more reviews up on the site, so I shall keep it short and hopefully sweet ;-P

Firstly: I got there earlier than expected, and found the place easier than I anticipated. So I took a walk around the neighbourhood, to find that the streets are mostly dead ends and the same people kept hanging around outside. For fear of being called a crazy lost person, walking under a very hot sun, I quickly ran back to Kyra, the venue and found the blogger meet.

The Venue: I discovered that there was a fine restaurant-theater that I for some reason never heard about (but I had, but it was presented to me as a place where musical acts perform, not theater and they didn't tell me the place served food!)

The crowd: The first person I spoke with was a sweet lady whose name was Sowmya, that I bumped into in the lift. We kindda hung out together the rest of the afternoon/evening. The first person that smiled at crazy old me was another lady called Sowmya, who'd arrived early too. The first of the meet planners I spoke with was Karthik, who'd recently relocated Chennai and well, made me feel comfortable. Ha ha, when there's a minimal bunch of people & a lot of empty chairs and tables, it's easy to get comfortable. But sadly, I lost a bit of nerve as the crowd started coming in.

It wasn't the crowd, as much as the fact that there were a room full of observers that scared me. More importantly, there were some who were live twittering/blogging right at that moment. It's one thing be a silent observer/noter and another thing to be the subject of such an observation.

Which is why when we had the meet & greet session, I was not surprised that whilst I was proud I recollected tid bits of each person's self introduction: there were more who remembered my brief, rapidly nervous intro. I was in a room of intelligentsia, and it didn't help that I was reading Orwell's 1984 right around the meet. Tsk tsk.

How it all panned out: The beer came, and we drank, as a community. I got my anesthesia, and Big Brother went out the window. And as I spoke to everyone that came around, I met some very intelligent people. Who knew how to crack jokes, and laugh at them when someone else tried. Open minded, willing and talkative. I realized that this blog and myself as it's author has an identity crisis- what's the motive? what's the theme? what's your blog about?

Then came discussion time. We had some laughs, and some debates. Securing your creative output 101, and some debate on monetizing from your blogs. I learnt that this baby, that's been growing for these 5 years is at risk too, of people who do more than just read it. And being the communist that I am, I'd never monetize on my baby.. though I don't think I'd reject the idea of fame :) My last thoughts on those debates though- to each his own. Do what you want. This media is an open, free entity. Let's treat it as such, and impose only creative control.

How it ended: Then almost too quickly, it was time to go. Some rushed out the door, others lingered. I left, and while I was waiting for a friend, another new friend came over and we had a very enlightening chat about life. lol. Nope, it wasn't that, but it was a chat still. And off I went to KFC after that, with contact cards in my bag (maybe I should get a set before my next meet), a sheet of paper with comments and blogs to explore (I've been very bad this week, haven't really browsed) & and a wish to return to the next meet. Which I hope is as soon as possible!



thank you to the blogging team, for a wonderful meet :)

21 February 2010

Indiblogger Meet

About to start getting ready for the meet in a couple of hours. Given that it will be my first meet, looking forward to meeting those of you that are going to be there.

For those of you who aren't going to be at Kyra, fear not, will hopefully manage to get out a full report of what went on.

*Cross fingers and wish me luck, never been the greatest at meeting crowds!

13 February 2010

Bommanahali

A week or so ago, got on the bike with a friend and went sight seeing. We were on the bike for a good four hours or so, and I ended up getting sunburns along my cheeks. Now I get why ladies use their shawls to cover their heads and faces. Here I thought, they did that because they were unhappy getting darker.



First we went on the new flyover connecting private traffic from Bommanahalli to Electronic city. And I spotted the Infosys building which I had never seen before. Quite a sight! Especially the sight of the background on the windows of the building.







Then we drove to
Central Prison, with it's vastness and grayness I was dissuaded from taking any snaps. Tried to google the same, but doesn't look like there is a pic that exists of the same.


Then we went into B
egur Road, to the 1300-year-old Sri Pancha Lingaeshwara Temple. Now in near ruin, desperately in need of a make over. Co-incidentally carvings on the temple are meant to have the first record of this city's name- Bengaluru. Given it's stature, I was surprised at its current state. We need to protect this heritage!













The evening settled and we ran into giant hanuman statue around HSR Layout. I'm unsure of where we were at this point, those of you more familiar with the area could give me some pointers of where this statue is located. It said something in Kannada, I'm sure it's one of the largest representations of the God, in some context. Just unsure of what context that would be.










Following the adventure of the day, we had lunch at this find rip off of KFC...BFC! It hosted specials like Zinker Burgers, and some originals like Filafils with garlic mayonaise.

I thought it was apt for us to cap the day off here, I thought BFC stood for Bangalore Fried Chicken.. but it was not to be. It stands for Bigboy Fried Chicken.. :(




So that was my Bangalorean Sunday Adventure. Plans for tomorrow may have Nandi Hills.. which I have never been to. Crossing fingers and hope it happens!




06 February 2010

What If

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What if that match never struck, and the fires did not leap from the burner to catch on to your person and burn you down to the ground. Would you be the mother of three, owner of a house, wife of an innocent man?

Would I be the man that I am today, fighting myself inside bars, inspecting the thoughts that made me set the stage for your demise, for a little extra money, and a little extra pride?

That I now know, that you would, have done anything in your power to live the life you were lead to by a man matching stars and reading fates, does not mean, I can undo what I have done.

But I feel the example that I set and fate that I met, perhaps challenges daily those many men that think they can get away with that small inconvenience, called the poor wife.

I do hope you are well were you are, and that maybe in a different world, we could have that second chance to make it work.

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