17th June ,2012, at CCD Lounge Banjara Hills, Hyderabad. Expecting atleast 15 people at 4 p.m.
Initially, I am nervous. Family is positively encouraging, ” go ahead, you will be the senior citizen!”. Enough to make me a little shy. I decide that I will sit in a corner, will be an observer , listen to those highly talented technically aware young men and women.
I am the first one, then Bhavana , all the way from Chennai, to enhance our experience , and then we have a most important visitor, much awaited one, bringing joy for not only the Bloggers, but entire city!
Mr. Rain, Ms.Rain, Mother rain, started as a drizzle,then a sheet of rain:
My interest is more with the rain.. I rush to the entrance,
I watch the rain, I rejoice, the cool showers are bringing much needed relief to our senses. The torrent is pounding our city, flooding the roads, cars slid past in Banjara Hills , sending sprays of water , sending hope to our water starved citizens. I am delighted, I want to get out there and drench, happy that my garden is getting those divine drops of nourishment.
Another two arrive, drenched, once again we know.. it is our indibloggers :-). The rain is playing on people’s intention of venturing out, more have dropped out. We can understand, our roads, drain systems are being tested first time in months, the water logging is a big deterrent to any enthusiastic outings.
But no complaints, Campus To Life and Sammy mingle easily. It is as if, we have been doing this meet regularly! Meanwhile,Restless Fingers too joins in, like breath of that cool monsoon. More merrier, easy rappo established.. We all know so much about each other by now!
Gautam joins in, explains his plans.
I am observing these young achievers, how easily they slip into thinking with precision, planning with backup up strategy, take a lead in expressing ideas, bouncing them around. It goes on smoothly, we laugh out loudly with a little friendly dig here and there. Notes are taken down, jobs are assigned suitable to each one, the youthful enthusiasm is like the first monsoon outside, drenching us all .
We barely notice the other occupants of the Lounge, for the three hours we spent there.
Walking in, is the Juggler, coming from the other end of the city, with the obliging husband and kids. She looks fresh, eager, and we welcome her, appreciating her interest.
That makes it 9 of us, bonding easily, each one trying to make others comfortable, and when it is time to leave, everyone offering to adjust somehow to see that all reach home safely in this wet weather. A special care is taken of Bhavana who had to catch the ineterstate bus, and after a little confusion, I accompany her to the bus stop, in an Auto.By now we are wet. I do not mind it, and forget to ask whether she did. In fact, I don’t think I allowed her to talk. 🙂
After some delay I see her off, and think of the day, how I was a little hesitant, and how they were all so generous to make me comfortable. Each one of them know so much more, but were patient and humble with me.
Hope this atmosphere will continue in the next meet as well.
Thanks you Hyderabad Indibloggers. You taught me so many things. I am glad it happened.
If you want to know what we actually did , read here for a better version, 🙂
Another view of our meet, from oijuggle.
Concise observation from Crack the sky