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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!

Comments

Pramod Shankar said…
Yes, I too was intrigued and apprehensive... but it was quite an experience. Perhaps no earth-shattering revelations, but some warmth and sharing. Was good meeting you.
Pramod Shankar said…
Yes, I too was intrigued and apprehensive... but it was quite an experience. Perhaps no earth-shattering revelations, but some warmth and sharing. Was good meeting you.
Hitesh Rawat said…
hey yaa.......well i thought you must have blogged abt it by now.....it was really good meet...got to meet so many people good people.....

hope to be here more often

\,,/
Ravindra Joisa said…
It was nice to c u @ IndiBlogger's meet and it was a good Blogger's meet overall. I have updated in my blog post. U can chk that out @
http://ravindrajoisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/indiblogger-meet-at-silicon-valley.html

I will upload rest of the pics later.
nanda said…
was a great meet indeed. love your blog theme.
and
life goes on! ;D
Mohan said…
Nice to have seen you and met you yest! First time here... look forward to be more frequent :)
Anonymous said…
well,looks like someone OD'ed on chicken last evening :)
Saro said…
Thank you Pramshanks :)

Hitesh: so evil, I had soooo much KFC eating to do man, hence could not blog about till now :)

Ravin: Will surely check out some of the pics, and potentially rip off some for my personal use (facebook) should you give me permission.

Nanda: Yes indeed. Life goes on, and sometimes, almost slips out of our hands.

Mohan: Yes, we'll surely meet again.

Anonymous: I've featured you as the friend outside having a chat with me, if I guessed your identity right that is :-)

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