...is how James Joyce's realist cats pronounce Meow, and this is what I briefly attempted to do when called upon to say "Meow, Delhi!" in a radio studio last evening. In the midst of one of the most hectic weeks of my life (two grandparents in hospitals now – different hospitals – plus there's the minor business of getting married next week, and sundry other work to be done), I found the time to visit the Meow 104.8 FM office, where I had been asked to participate as a blogger-guest on their evening show "Tu Tu Meow Meow", hosted by Ginnie Mahajan. Was a bit nervous when I was invited, but it went off really well – very informal and spontaneous, living-room conversation-ish, and the fact that recent weeks have been so tension-filled probably helped, because I simply couldn't bring myself to get worked up about this. Treated it as a welcome break from the other stuff that’s been going on. Discussed blogging, answered questions I've been asked before in interviews (what is a blog? Are blogs helping middle-class people find their voice? Is it voyeurism? What do you think of personal blogs?), but had the time to give fleshed-out answers, Meow being a channel that talks more than it plays music.
(And yes, I know I should have put up a notification post before the show happened, but 1) I was offline all day yesterday, 2) I wasn’t sure I would even make it to the studio on time until late in the day, and 3) I didn’t particularly want anyone listening in, so there.)
P.S. Read about Greatbong's experiences on Meow here.