Today the house is eerily quiet; the little one left last evening. I turned in very early to escape the emptiness and silence. And today morning after making a desultory tour of the house I am back at the computer to reconnect with the other world and write about the Delhi blogger meet.
Oh, I miss her tugging at my arm to sit on my lap and demanding to see ‘Diya pictures.’ She loves looking at herself in the millions of her photos stored in our computers. It is not just looking – she remembers the events associated with them. ‘Diya had lots of fun at the aquarium,’ ‘Pati was not there,’ on the trip they took to Cornwall, and so on. I am amazed at how her little mind retains so much memory and how it actually works!
Yeah, I know I am writing this nearly a fortninght later and it is not strictly a round-up of the blogger meet, but so what? I was mad at Indiblogger for the bad timing because the meet coincided with the visit of the little one and Vinni got the worst of my nagging on this score. For, while writing is a passion for me and blogging a pastime, the little one is my life, and who will choose passion over life, pray?
Fortunately for me, non bloggers were being allowed this time due to the social cause the meet espoused — Blanket of Relief, an NGO dedicated to protect the homeless of Delhi from the biting cold of the winter was a partner to this meet. This allowed me to tag her along to save even that little time to be with her. The L&M came too. I decided to go a little late but in the bargain missed all the usual Indi stuff at the meet and almost missed Purba!
The delay, to begin with: it was a miscalculation of the time it takes for the drive. What takes half-an-hour at the max, took us over one hour that day thanks to the Congress session and zillions of sycophants choking the roads. The younger one called up frantically asking where we were and what was keeping us so late. We finally ended up reaching the venue only for the khana-pina session. Since I had missed the introductions and since some bloggers were already leaving or left, I could only meet a few who have become friends through cyberspace — Purba, Tikuli, Himanshu Shekhar and a few others whose blogs I visit – Abha, Ritu, IHM, Addy and Prerna. I missed connecting with some others whose blogs I read and comment on due to my late entry.
During the chai-pani, I tried asking people their names and their blog names and found it a hard task. There were knots of people talking, but not much circulating to get acquainted with each other. This was somehow disappointing.
Ah, Purba! Give one for nagging – it never fails to work. I had been at the younger one about Purba not having registered for the Indimeet and viola! He sent her a mail saying that that the nag was coming and so please come too and save his life. And she did! I was touched. We just got to say hello to each other when she said she was about to leave. I couldn’t blame her since she had left her dessert party preparations half-way and come. And having waited for so long for me to turn up she was just leaving. I gave her a hug. Only, had I known she wanted a tight one, I would have hugged the daylights out of her!. Folks, she was all that her profile picture showed her to be — bubbly, chirpy and a happy little thing, who brings a burst of sunshine with her smile.
And there was Tikuli. She had come to my blog through the younger one’s and stayed on to become a friend. Though we have talked over the phone, mailed and commented on each other’s blogs, meeting in person for the first time was very pleasant. She calls me Akka and she definitely is younger sis material — she is so tiny and looks so young!
Both Purba and Tikuli wanted to meet my L&M and I dutifully introduced him. He fairly glowed in his celebrity status. By the way, he loves my L&M posts and jogs my memory about things I have forgotten to mention in them!
For those of you, who were wondering about my glowering face and rolling pin in my profile picture, well….here goes the introduction I missed at the Indimeet — Zephyr is what I aspire to be, but fortunately or unfortunately, Cybernag is what I am. So I have assumed both the names and you have one incongruous combination: a gentle breeze with a frown and a rolling pin in hand! Also, I don’t need the rolling pin at all. Ask Renie, He’ll vouch for the fact that when I write, my imaginary finger keeps wagging at the reader!
The older one used to call me Cybermom, when he was in hostel but he never would have dreamt that I would take it literally and begin nagging the world at large!
So folks, please keep visiting my blog to get nagged and share a laugh with me.