I am at loss of words –that’s my smart way of saying I am too dumb to know what to say- Anyways I had the fortune of getting together with a diverse group of bloggers in a particular café in CP on the 23rd of July. I attended the meet for a short period of time and got back home early to leave for another pressing engagement. I did not realize till today that I was supposed to write about it. It was only when sanjukta pointed the fact in her article that I finally sat down to write about it.
Well to begin with, members of the Delhi bloggers group on yahoo will recall a certain e-mail sent by yours truly. In the mail I had asked what I thought was a stupid yet pertinent question …would the attendees turn up at 6 pm? -as was the time set for the meet to begin- or will everyone turn up according to “Indian standard time”?. I received a load of mails telling me that some people would be there at 6 while others would take their own time. Taking this advice to heart I set out on time (I had to leave early anyways for reasons stated above) only to discover that I was the first one to arrive. (Grrrrrr)
As I tried to burn the walls of café coffee day with my visual prowess (you can do that if you stare at one spot for a long time…try it!!), Deepan came to my rescue. I recognized him since I had seen pictures of the last DBM and so, my first (of hopefully many) DBM had started ( sorry for exaggerating…poor Deepan came in barely 5 minutes after I did…; ) )
As sanjukta has stated in her blog , she was one of the two first timers at the DBM. Needless to say I was the other one. As sanjukta states correctly “the other first timer came, saw and left”. Veni, vidi, vici (“I came, I saw, I conquered”) okay okay…I dint conquer I left ..but what do you call sat, waited and talked in latin??
Overall It was a good experience. I wasn’t inspired like sanjukta was, since I write my blog anyways(without caring if I have something good to write about 😉 ). Also I was unaware of the glory bestowed upon our group…..man! I wish I was there.
I guess after this experience (albeit short) I can count myself as a member of this hallowed group ( do I get the bragging rights ?? or do I have to subscribe to them?? 😉 ). And I look forward to more meetings…with (ahem) an increased duration of stay, If I may add 😉
I am feeling lovesick, I feel despondent since I know I may never see her again. Well to compound the misery I don’t have her number as well. The woman in question is not exactly real and that is what hurts the most. The fact is that I was visited by this lovely lady in my dreams, now I am in love, and in my dreams she loves me too!! (I must be getting real desperate, falling in love with fake women in my dreams!!).It’s been 4 hours since I woke up but I cannot forget her, I wanted to go back to sleep …only if she would be there as well. My heart feels like it weighs a ton right now..!!If any of you see a lovely lady in a blue dress in your dreams give her my message, tell her she can visit me in my dreams everyday! As I write about this juvenile fantasy of mine I am reminded of a song by Fenix*Tx which goes somewhat like this…..”who’s that lady ….who’s that woman…..get out of my dreams , get into my car. Get outta my mind get into my car ….i say hey you get into my car.” Another line of the song is like this ”baby lets make a deal…lets make it real”. Baby I’ll make any deal just be real!!
P.S. Freudians please leave me alone and do not try to make any stupid interpretations of my lovely yet heart wrenching dream