I really don't get why the media in India has just woken up to blogging. I mean, hello, it's been around for ages, my own is a fairly new blog and it's been inhabiting cyberspace for a year now. We all know blogs exist, even the most techphobic people. I know several people who don't know a blog as a "blog" but still have an MSN Spaces page where they write about their days and upload their pictures. (They call them their "spaces" though, to be fair, and not their weblogs). I don't know about you, but in a funny way I feel validated, recognised now, like all those schools you used to see "Happy Rabbit's Day School, Govt. Recg.", which helped me learn at a very early age that if something had to say government recognised outside, then it probably wasn't worth going to at all.
Perhaps I should hang a little signboard here too. Perhaps all of who have been quoted or mentioned in the newspapers should. `Media Recognised'. We count. We've made it. We're spreading the word of the blog. But do I really believe that? I'm not so sure.
Yesterday, I was interviewed by NDTV (*happy TV announcer voice* catch me and a bunch of other bloggers, including some really famous ones on Sunday at 9!) If you do decide to watch it, please, pretty please, remember that I was really nervous and I've never done this sort of thing before, and if I sound slightly arrogant or full of myself, I'm really, really not! But doing the interview was pretty fun, once I got used to the fact that I had to stay still so that my silhouette wouldn't get screwed up (I don't care how many people know who I am! I'm still anonymous!) And they had this whole Oprah-style microphone which I had to slip in under my clothes. (Terrible moment, when I was taking it off and it got stuck in my bra and everyone waited patiently while I tugged and grew progressively more blushy.) I felt like some spy giving information and all. Anyway, the interview went pretty well---and it gave me a chance to talk ON CAMERA, BABY about blogging for a long time without anyone shutting me up. Now I just hope you can't see too much of my face! :)
By the way, I have it on good information (read: I asked the interviewer) who the other bloggers are. So *drum roll* you'll be able to see Hurree Babu, the Duck and the Jabberwock. All on prime time TV! You lucky, lucky souls :)
And here's where the real reason for this post happens, and I need a big favour. I'm doing an *ahem* blog story (hypocrisy, thy name is eM) on women bloggers who get propositioned or asked vague stuff, just because they're girls and are available online. (No, I can't quote myself, or I would've). If you know someone, or this has ever happened to you, please email me. (Email is right over there on the sidebar, baby). Please? If you're a boy and you've been propositioned that'll work too. I have emailed some people already, so if it's you and you haven't replied to your email yet, hurry up! *END BLOG PIMPING*
And K called me last night. I had called him the other day, to shoot the breeze, generally fuck around, because this was the day of Heap Big Rain and Traffic Lights Not Working and so there was a terrible jam. So jokingly I said, "Dude, man, we should totally get back together. Think of the convinience! It'll be like a business proposition--and we'll always have company on Saturday night." Usually, one or the other of us does this and we laugh and it's all very funny only this time he goes, "Heh. Yeah. Listen I'll call you back." So maybe he's just in an off mood I think, and go back to negotitiating my way around the Qualis that has decided to break down in my lane.
Anyway, I was at TC last night, to get a quick drink after the interview, with Nitya and K calls and I have to run up near the loo to take his call because I can't hear him anywhere else. And we're saying hello and everything and suddenly he blurts out, "eM you know I'm dating Wannabe Lisa Loeb, right?"
"I know you're having a scene," I say cheerily. That's me, the repository of information. Always on top of things.
"Um... no, I'm dating her. We're.... dating," he says warily.
I take a moment. And then say, "Oh, that's fabulous, K! I'm so happy for you! Congratulations! You must tell me all about it, later."
He's grinning over the phone lines I can tell, "Yeah, it all happened so fast and it's so great and I didn't have a chance to tell you earlier."
"No, no, that's cool," I say. My face is beginning to ache from smiling so much. "I can tell you've been busy--ha, ha, ha--I can't wait to meet Wonder Woman. We should talk soon."
"Yeah," he's all happy now. He hates scenes, K does. That's why it took him so long to dump me. "I'll call you eM. Have a good time."
Yeah, I'm done.