Goodbye Bzangy

A few minutes ago, I shut down my Bzangygroink forum. In the grand scheme of things, that means absolutely nothing. Compared with the death and horror in Iraq it means even less.

But when Bzangy was good, it held a tiny community of people, a lot of whom were scattered across the country and world. We talked crap, we organised meetings for the anti-war demos, we told very bad jokes, we planned nights out clubbing and gigging. Not earth-shattering stuff, but important to us.

It was a private forum not through exclusivity but because people were talking about their private lives and wouldn’t have opened up if they’d known any passing net stranger was stopping by for a vicarious thrill. But, apparently, when you make something private it becomes irresistible.

I don’t want to be a policeman. I don’t want to have to check IPs or have someone from another forum tell me that people I trusted are sharing their account details with absolute strangers. I had assumed, perhaps naively, that I could trust people to be responsible and respect each others’ privacy. I was mistaken.

So tonight, a little dream of mine died. And I guess a part of my optimism about human nature did too,
love and kisses,
Jyoti