“Dad! Please let me go for this meet alone. Please dad” I pleaded to attend the Indiblogger Meet at Chennai powered by Tata Grande Dicor. It was always difficult to convice my over-protective dad to send me somewhere alone, not to mention the Singapore and Malaysia trips in the name of Technical paper presentation in Conferences. Maybe he let me because he trusted the safety in the other nations more than his own nation.
“What Indiblogger? What meet? No way. Do you know someone there?” he asked.
I obviously had nothing to say. Even if I had known a 100 people coming there he wouldn’t allow, I know. By “Do you know someone” he means “Do I know someone?”
“Dad its conducted by TATA, the brand i am going to work for. So this might add to my points in the company( TCS) “ who cares if it does, I just want to attend the meet.
“Ok, do whatever you want. I cant come with you, escorting. I have works.” he was not completely convinced.
Thank god you have works. “Thats disappointing dad. I’ll try managing on my own.” I said with happiness wrapped with a frown face.
“Anwyway I’ll come to the bus stop.” He is the best dad a girl could possibly get; Protective and affectionate. If I were a dad of two girls I’d be concerned too.
I was praying god that I should attend the meet till the moment I boarded the bus. I was worried if some issue would crop up till that moment. That is why I started early. Yippie! Finally I was in the bus, heading towards Hyatt Regecy.
I reached there at 12:30 for a program that was scheduled to start at 1:30. Too early, but i told you the reason. The moment I registered, there was a pretty girl with a Tee Shirt which had a print ‘Indian By Birth and Blogger By choice’, who branded me an “Indiblogger”. I was so jealous of her, ‘Arey! not for the looks’, for the Tee Shirt she wore. I didn’t have one but i was sure I was going to get one soon.
There were not many who were there at 12:30 for a 1:30 event. I sat alone in the last row looking around worriedly if the day would go on, the same way; lonely. I tried connecting to the hotel's WIFI but it asked me to book a room to do that. I did not want to waste my balance in the name of ‘vetty browsing’. My picture along with my name was on the projector screen. There were few other’s but I was too busy wondering if I could have given a picture, better decent than the one on screen, if only I had known this. There came an uncle named Sheka who gave me a piece of paper with his name and URL printed on it. (http://ssekar.blogspot.com/) Why didn’t this idea strike my mind? I am an Idiot, no doubt. He was my first stranger friend there.
Then came the lovely 3 girls or women; women who looked girls-like who called me to the second row. Thanks to the three of you, that won me a Rs.575 worth laptop skin. A gift just to sit in the first row? If this was the case, why would people always prefer the last row? Thank you Indiblogger.in. Ashwini, my collegemate was there too.
Then the “Food Bloggers plus the 3 other bloggers made the first half of the meet wonderful. They were fun to be with. They flooded my purse with their cards.
http://litebite.in/ -Sanjeeta ( A Card as simple as she looked. He blog isn’t so simple. Now I know how to play subtle :P )
http://divyascookbook.blogspot.com/ -Divya Kudua (The cute small card. I am making a similar one for me when I earn enough.)
www.4thsensecooking.com and www.nitsarts.blogspot.com –R.Nithya Mangala (the cute pink card with a delicious cake on the left top. I wish you brought me one. Sobs! L )
http://cooking4allseasons.blogspot.com/ -Srivalli Jetti ( I ve seen a Seasons greeting card but this was a seasons visiting card.)
The best pick of mine: Umbrella22 http://umbrella.ibibo.com/blogs as she sat just next to me and tolerated me for hours together. (My mom needs your number to know the trick of handling my frequency of speaking)
The event started 23 minutes late and all of us kept tweeting as it was fun to see the tweets on the big screen. The first event was ’49 Seconds of Fame’ and I was the second. 49th second the Dicor’s horn will be the buzzer to stop you. I was exact, on-the-dot completion of talking. Few guys got a gift. A gift even to say “My name is.... and i am ....” that’s cool. Indiblogger Rocks.
Then was the tea time. We all went out made friends. Krishna, Sruthi, sindhu and a guy whose name i really don’t remember. Hey dude, if you are around my blog do comment and tell me ‘Here I am, Second year VIT’ alright?
The moment we entered into the hall, we were surprised with a chart with the sponsor’s name on top of it “Tata Grande Dicor.”. We didn’t know what to do, while few started getting blog URL’s written on it.
Again the talk. Blogologue was introduced to me and for the others, most of them, they knew it already. Blogalogue makes the blogposts into a play. How did I miss it? Then started the fun part. Tying the chart at our backs we had to run around getting something written. Opps! I forgot to mention the sketch pens they gave that made the charts colourful. They got the sketch back. No problem, the give-away’s were enough.
After the fun session of ‘blog at my back’ they asked us for the funniest quote written on the chart. Mine was
“Rowdy of the Chennai Blogger's Meet.”
I asked the crowd to know who had written that and a whole group of boys (Morons) lifted their hands. “You win a prize for that” the host announced and asked me to give my name. I did and I also thanked the actual ROWDIES OF THE DAY for being generous enough to give me their title. Lol.
We had a wonderful photo session which exactly reminded me of the TATA GRANDE DICOR’s board kept there; something like ‘they tried their best to fit me in one picture’ . If posted online we could only tell people that we stood there and it will surely not have a proof.
We got the Tee shirts, Im loving it already but should have got small instead. I claimed my gift
for the ‘ROWDY’ title and the guy was so sweet to take down my email id and said he’d courier the gift. If you are the one who promised me, better do that soon, else i will blog about you making false promises too. Just kidding. ‘I am damn serious’ –Mind Voice.
The day ended with Pawan mocking me with the "Rowdy" title i got, in the bus. Thanks for the company till Saidapet, Mr.Pawan.
Thanks Indiblogger for giving me a memorable day and something to blog about. Love you www.indiblogger.in