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raven ([personal profile] raven) wrote2006-01-11 05:15 pm

*is ded*

Urgh. I'm pretty sure my internal organs want to kill me. Also, I keep hitting Ctrl instead of shift and it is making typing very annoying.

URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.

So, um, meme. From [livejournal.com profile] chicklet73: The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.

Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)

[identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com 2006-01-11 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, that's a good set of questions. I was born here in Liverpool, but I think I went to India for the first time fairly soon after, before I was two. The first time I can remember, I was almost four. Back then we used to go once every two years, barring weddings and special occasions that we had to go for, and in the last five years or so it's been every year. I think partly it's because I'm older, and partly because my family are much more financially stable than when I was small, and can afford the flights more easily.

Because of the way Indian society works, I've spent a lot of time with my father's family in New Delhi. My maternal grandfather died in 1979, and the family he left behind live in Assam, which is remote and impossible to get to. But my great-uncle, who brought my mother up, lives in Chittaranjan Park in South Delhi, and so I've spent a lot of time with him too. I guess it has worked out equally, taken over time.