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Indiblogger was a blogger’s paradise once upon a time. The bulk of my readers came via that platform. Each of my posts used to get over a hundred votes in those days. Now the posts feel nostalgic about a double-digit vote which comes rarely. Quite many bloggers have abandoned this community. Understandable. There isn’t much happening here anymore.

Back in the heyday of Indiblogger, hundreds of bloggers thronged the platform every day. There used to be a lot of activities and gifts too. I got gift vouchers worth thousands of rupees. There was a time when I didn’t spend a single rupee from my pocket to buy all the books I loved because Indiblogger’s gift vouchers kept coming like an endless bonanza.

Good days don’t last long. The gift vouchers stopped altogether. The regular meets of bloggers arranged by Indispire in different cities stopped too. Soon the platform metamorphosed into the ghost of its earlier being. It continues in existence and a few bloggers like me have retained our loyalty though there is little benefit. I’m happy to be in touch with some old timers like Rajeev Moothedathu, Deepak Amembal, Vincent Augustine D’Souza and Sreedhar Bhattaram who keep submitting their posts at the site faithfully like me. I am also happy to have Jitendra Mathur coming to my posts via Indiblogger though he is not as regular with posts as he used to be.

I have often wondered why a platform like Indiblogger, which was one of the best of its kind, just petered out as it did. Was it because some people flocked there with intentions that were not bona fide?

That question brings me to the quality of writing we find nowadays in such public domains as blogs. While I accept the freedom of each and every individual to write, I am often left bewildered by the kind of stuff people put up for others to read. I wouldn’t dare to insult the public with that sort of writing. That’s the least I would like to say in this regard.

I’m happy Indiblogger continues to exist. I’m happy to meet some serious bloggers there too. I’m grateful to the person(s) who keep the platform alive just for its own sake. Not everything is done for the sake of profit.

PS. Written for Indispire Edition 428: Shouldn't we be grateful to Indiblogger for keeping this platform alive? In spite of.... #Gratitude

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  1. Hari OM
    Not knowing that platform, I cannot add anything. I had the great privilege of meeting Deepak before departing India; he was one of my earliest commenters when I began blogging and we have remained connected through our blogs. I have enjoyed reading posts by Rajeev and Sreedhar over the past couple of years.

    As a rule I find places such as this, Blogchatter, NaNoWriMo and so on, great for refreshing one's inspiration, but ultimately, we all blog from an entirely personal point of view... unless we are among those who are seeking to commercialise. As one who is a loyal commenter, I have found that very few are prepared to reciprocate and build proper connection. It may be that which ultimately reduces the value of these platforms. The illusion of community drops away.

    I guess the same is true 'in the flesh'... ultimately, there are few people with whom we have a genuine and lasting, deep and meaningful bond. No matter how much of a social butterfly we might make of ourselves. (And I am definitely not the latter!) YAM xx

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    1. I think the community feeling that you mention is at the core of the issue. I've seen that working at Blogchatter to some extent especially among certain members. That spirit disappeared from Indiblogger.

      Today too many bloggers are interested in monetization and that affects too.

      In my case, I'm conscious of the distance many people feel with my political views.

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  2. The real reason for several active members abandoning this once very popular platform is that its administrators have left it on auto-pilot mode or left to fend for itself as no technical issues are resolved now, no grievances are addressed to now and no communications sent to the administrators (via email or twitter) are responded to. Any problem once propped up never gets resolved (say, never heeded upon). That's the issue. The administrators (or the owners) must still be earning from it without doing anything for it. An esteemed Indiblogger - Parwati Singari had written a post on the same lines some time in the past. I visit your posts regularly but comment only when feel that I have something to say in the given context.

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    1. True the admins or founders abandoned Indiblogger. But what could be the reason? If it was commercially profitable they wouldn't have. So what went wrong? That's the real question, i think .

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  3. Nowadays, the majority of money-making applications in India are liberal in educating you how their apps function. In-app lessons are common and can help you understand how things function fast.

    https://gromofinance.wordpress.com/2022/10/10/the-best-indian-money-making-applications-online-money-making-app/

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  4. I remember a time when I was new to blogging and had thought about joining that platform, though never did ( it was the inherent laziness in me wrt to blogging at that time). It feels like and end of an era but no?

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    1. For me, personally, it's the end of an era since no other platform gave such a fillip to my blog.

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  5. Your post leaves me guilty because my blog also grew during the initial days via indiblogger. I met you via indiblogger too. I hardly get time to share my posts there or anywhere for that matter but it affected my blog too. My writing became irregular but as you said I tried to maintain the quality. I will surely restart sharing in indiblogger.

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    1. Yes, I remember your regular presence at the community. You were missed later.

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  6. Yeah now I remember. I am no longer able to share my blog there because the Url of my both blogs changed and I am unable go

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