This is embarrasing. Just as I was making waves with my exceptional storytelling skills, I had to be stung by the old bug. Blogging about blogging. But I will console myself by reminding myself that everyone does this once in a while. Also, my modest observations here are fuelled by a certain amount of frustration with the need to define my medium, my blog, my pajama. Also as a response to Vinu’s post. Even though it is not a straight answer, here goes…
The Mumbai bloggers meet up happened on Tuesday at last. These are all the bloggers who attended (lazy is my middle name). And here is a full report written by someone who was there too. Also this.
Will try and write something longer later.
And whoa! I am a Desi Critic!
This is hilarious! I just clicked an ad for one of those make your blog pay (that sounds pretty vicious if you ask me!) courses and this is what I got. I recommend you read the whole page. For laughs.
You have lots of comment spam to weed through and suddenly doing the dishes seems a like a lot more fun. Your blog becomes a waste of money. Your blog becomes a waste of time.Your blog becomes dead weight. Shouldn’t there be some way to make money at this? The frustrating truth is: most blogs don’t go anywhere.
There is a bloggers’ meet coming. Below is the address.
Shop No. 14/15,Gagangiri Premises Building,Ground Floor,Carter RoadBandraMumbai-52That’s to say Carter Road, Cafe Coffe Day, Mumbai.
I am no greenhorn in the blogosphere. I have travelled far and wide across the web in my search for the ideal platform and the right tool. About seventy-five percent into my journey, I realised my quest was killing me. What had drawn me to blogging was not its value as a tool. About how much one could do with it. But I found myself getting too involved with what-all-I-could-do-with-the-tool aspect of it to care about what it was I was actually doing. I found myself blogging about blogs and blogging and hardly anything else. My learning curve became one straight line that shot straight up. All this was a bit too vertical for my tastes.
I fought back the code-editing tendencies and tore away from high(er)-end blogging platforms. I made my home at livejournal.com, which was so limited with its options that the only thing I could do with it was write. I settled really deep into livejournal and convinced myself that it would be a cold day in hell when I would leave livejournal.
Well… On the first day of 2006, Satan died of Hypothermia.
Navin Sigamany, the tempter, talked me into WordPress. He gave me a domain name, gigs of space, and set it all up for me. I believe I can keep myself from going the machine way again. If not, curses upon Navin Sigamany and whoever else aided him in his nefarious designs!