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The Bangalore bloggers meet that wasn't

Luke Skywalker: I'm not afraid.
Master Yoda: Oh. You will be. You will be.

----The Empire Strikes Back
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It was late in the night. The city, variously known as the Garden City, Silicon Valley, IT Capital was eerily quiet and dark. There was no moon out that night, and the few street lights that were on, threw long shadows, much like sentinels guarding an ancient city.

A steady stream of vehicles could be seen making their way quietly towards a ramshackle building. It was dark. No faces could be seen inside the helmets or the tinted window panes of the cars.

Had the faces been visible it would have stunned the onlooker. Stern faces with fixed unblinking stares looking straight ahead. Not looking to their right or left, it was as if these people were driving by instinct towards the building which bore its name on a broken, much weathered wooden plate "M’soft".
A solitary owl followed one of the cars and let out a gurgling hoot as the car vanished underneath the basement. Making a slow circle in the air before the building, it settled itself on a window ledge on the third floor. Turning its head around all the way, it looked through the window.

The scene inside the room resembled the settings of rituals followed by ancient civilisations. Dimly lit by candles arranged in concentric circles, the room carried the scent of camphor and incense.
On the wall, lit by a flaming torch, one could make out written in red "Bloggers Meet". A discerning eye would have discovered the paint was still wait, and no it was not red paint, it was.....blood!

People in dark hooded robes were streaming in quietly and taking up positions in a circle around the candles. While no faces could be seen, from the built one could hazard a guess that there was a fair mix of both the sexes. No one spoke. In the centre could be seen laptops of various descriptions facing each other.
Suddenly, as if from a signal that could not be heard or seen, all movement came to stop. Everyone stood transfixed at their places.
Clearly the meeting was about to start.

The owl pooped on the ledge and flew off.

Comments

  1. LMFAO... too good a take, comrade. btw, i tried mailing to ur redifff id, but it bounced back...

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  2. tht would ahve been a good one comrade. lets do it some time u bring the owls and ill bring the incense and we can do it in a park or some place but we need a wi fi so make ita tech park :D

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  3. @xh: Thanks. Alternate email ids: pchakra2005@yahoo.co.in, pakai.chiki@gmail.com

    @Vagabond dreamer: Righto...let's set this up :-)

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