Tough as it is to say anything that has not been said in Swati’s marvelously evocative account of the May 16th blogmeet, here now I present my impressions.
Alighting at the gates of T3, the same place where we had been refused service two years ago at my last blogmeet, I was introduced to Pritam (sweetie-pie according to Swati and not to be confused with the bearded copycat with the mock intellectual look) who has to be the most unthreatening dentist I have ever met. A word about the shirt that swathed my “hefty” frame which seemed to have attracted some notice. It’s a blue beachshirt with pictures of dogs in sunglasses riding bikes: an apposite sartorial choice for a blogmeet I felt. I originally planned to wear knee length shorts to go with it but decided not to because 1) T3 with its anality may find me inappropriately dressed 2) I did not want people ogling my legs and make me feel like a sex object.
Anyhoo, Pritam and I started talking over 2 cups of tea like two lovers long separated and were delighted to discover a slew of common friends. We were joined presently by Rimi Chatterjee, [her account of the blogmeet] , the coolest professor I have seen from JU (a sharp contrast to the fossils we had to bow our heads to) who drives a Maruti Swift and is a storehouse of knowledge from pirates of Chittagong to the national character of Midnaporeans. Presently arrived the ebullient Swati, the queen of Ghatak para representing Kolkata suburbia, who in the best traditions of Bachchanian motherhood/wifeyhood was ordering take-homes for her husband and daughter before she came to the blog table.
Just when we thought that the average age of our table could no longer go up, in came the venerable JAP (whether he had the bottoms of his trousers rolled I know not) reflecting light off his luminous err personality. Swati in her account calls him huggable, an assessment I shall not comment on. My attention was presently diverted by Pritam, pleading with the utterly confused waiter to give him a cup of coffee that he had ordered with the earnestness of a school-kid asking for a pee-pee break —so whether hugs were exchanged between our corpulent seniors I cannot say.
Adda was on in full swing amidst puffs of exotic-smelling smoke which was not interrupted much by the arrival of Teleute, the broken-boned hottie of the blogworld, her extremely poetic-looking friend and then an agitated Arka who it seemed had been, quite unintentionally, given the wrong directions by JAP, an agitation he vented through the occasional use of the most perfectly accented English.
Swati was the first to leave with parcels of packed food. Somewhere in between, we heard JAP tell someone on the cellphone “Jail-e pathabo” (I shall send you to jail) with the sonorous seriousness of a civil servant. A telemarketer we were told. Many things of great importance were discussed and in the unwritten spirit of the blogmeet, the exact details of what they were will not be divulged.
With the departure of the JAP, the discussion winded down. Rimi C dropped many of us at convenient points and had it not been for the scenic route she took, we may never have witnessed a most satisfying street brawl between a taxi-wala and an autowala which was cut short by two of the most empathetic policemen I have seen, one of whom I saw gently patting the crying taxi-driver on his back. Rimi C drove away before I could see the consequent patting of his wallet.
In all, a very nice way to spend an evening. So nice in fact that one wishes to have another one.
[PS 1: Will be in Delhi from 29th to 2nd. How about 30th eveningish in a place close to CR Park for a blogmeet?]
[PS2: Thanks to all those asking for a Mumbai visit. Would love to do that next time I am around.]