The thing about blogging is that its easy. It is so damn easy it starts making you lose respect for it. I am sure you have come across people who ‘lose interest’ in blogging. Maybe you have too. Ever wondered why that happens? Webmasters don’t get bored of websites. And blogs are websites really, aren’t they? Only, they are websites that are very un-website-like.

Pre-made designs mean you don’t have to bother with your blog’s looks in as major a way as a ‘proper’ website does. Blogging platforms come packed to the gills with information architecture tools (archives, categories etc). Everything from editing content to publishing on to the server is automated. All a blogger needs to do is type and hit the enter key.

Some time towards the end of 1999, I sat at my study table at home in Charbatia, trying to study. This was difficult because 8-month-old Golu was precariously perched at the edge of the table. He was trying desperately to call a certain bear from with my table clock, which he was convinced was a telephonic device of some sort (”hello baaloo! helo helo. baaloooo!”).

If we don’t believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don’t believe in it at all. –Noam Chomsky

When I was in the ninth standard, I created a superhero called Destroyer of Troubles and affectionately called him DoT. The details are fuzzy now but I really liked him. I dropped the idea following the events of this past week. Turns out there already is a DoT. And mighty particular about trouble too. DoT wants no trouble. DoT wouldn’t even consider the possibility of it. Trouble is, DoT also defines trouble. And that’s where the trouble starts.

At about ten in the night on Saturday, I was at Carter Road, Bandra, swaying in the sea wind and telling my friends how my day went. I mentioned the bloggers’ meet (but naturally).

“Who all came?” asked one.

“Well there was Amit Varma, Sakshi Juneja, Akshay Mahajan and others.” I tentatively pull out the attendance sheet (my gift, my burden) from my pocket and hold it open for them to see. No effect.

“Who are they?”

I begin to wonder if we shouldn’t start talking about the quality of the dosa we were stuffing our mouths with.

Hear one, hear all! All ye who read this blog (yes, all three of you)… it is that time of the month again.

A bloggers’ meet is coming. It falls this Saturday, that is on April 29, at 4 pm at the Regal Barista on Colaba Causeway.

If you are a wannabe like me and wish to suck up to the likes of Amit Varma and Yazad Jal, be there. It will be good to see other wannabes.

Update: Dang! Couldn’t make it.

Hmmm… Let’s see. I got a comment on the previous to previous post from a certain someone I knew in Chennai. I deleted it because it was off-topic. He commented however, as an employee of a dotcom that features and encourages creative writing. He was wondering if their site could have a parallel version of mypajama.com running on their servers. I had my reasons so I said no (I mailed him back because he was decent in his comment and had requested for a reply.) and forgot about it.