About

That's me!

About me:

On the 28th of January 1988 I was born to the background music of lightning splitting a tree in the ‘garden’ of the nursing home where my mother was. My early years (my parents taught me to walk by putting me on hot coals. My dad used to say, “Crawling is NOT AN OPTION!”) were spent running in diapers down steep inclines and falling down causing me to need stitches on my head on three different occasions, so yes, I was dropped on my head as a baby. I’ve lived all over India and spoken and forgotten atleast 3 languages other than the ones I can speak (atleast partially) now, English and Tamil. I read. I used to play basketball, but haven’t had a serious game in more than two years now. I don’t watch TV. I read three newspapers. I don’t like Sudoku. I like comics. I like computers. I can barely play the guitar. I have a Nokia 1100. I usually finish the Guardian crossword, sometimes alone, usually with my friends, often on the long commute to college. I travel to college by train. I prefer speaking to writing or text messaging. I prefer extreme cold to extreme heat. I can stay awake for more than 48 hours in a row with no adverse effects to non-creative thought processes but I will fall ill almost certainly as soon as I wake up after sleeping after that period. I like apples. I like mangoes too. I like Math. I like computers. I use Linux. I have a stuffed little toy king attached to my bag. I drive a Maruthi 800. I do not have a two-wheeler licence. I always accept pamphlets. I am terrified of bloodthirsty cooks in black tabards and fedoras. I have two computers. I like the outdoors, and often wish I did not live in a city. I used to travel by bullock cart to school when I was young and enjoyed it. I travel to college by bus and train (one change) and would not enjoy it as much if it weren’t for my friends. I support legalisation of marijuana. I believe in socialism, and would support a welfare state. I do not believe in benevolent dictatorships, give us democracy. I prefer round objects to square. I like to think I’m smart. I believe in the non-sequitur stream of humour. I like apples. I like wine. I don’t like brandy. I dislike the tequila that Marc drinks, it is probably the closest approximation I’ve had to cow urine. I like cows. I do not like their urine. I like to know. I like learning. I constantly worry about accidents. The first thing I do when I see something new is to imagine, in my mind, what could go wrong with it and attempt to form a contingency plan. I talk to myself. I talk. Lots.

Public Key: MD5: bfb3c07a5b9156ee720e3a33af2c0d46 Roshan George.asc

Aliases: windrider, arjie, skihazard_lake, nale.

About the blog:

It’s not there to spread great knowledge or as a soap box for my views. It’s just there. Be a kindred soul and disable ad-block for just the front page, would you? Also, I dislike the superior attitude most Indians have about India, and while I love the country it does have its flaws, so any posts about the people will only be the negative side simply to balance it out.

I’ve decided to have all my linux posts on a separate blog so that this one doesn’t get too weirdly pseudo-techy. For those posts, you’ll need to go to FOSS Field :)

Addendum:

This section was not written under duress.

Willkommen, Deutsche!

31 thoughts on “About

  1. Watch subject. Bush and the Republicans were not protecting us on 9-11, and we aren’t a lot safer now. We may be more afraid due to george bush, but are we safer? Being fearful does not necessarily make one safer. Fear can cause people to hide and cower. What do you think? How does that work in a democracy again? How does being more threatening make us more likeable?Isn’t
    the country with the most weapons the biggest threat to the rest of the world? When one country is the biggest threat to the rest of the world, isn’t that likely to be the most hated country?
    What happened to us, people? When did we become such lemmings?
    The more people that the government puts in jails, the safer we are told to think we are. The real terrorists are wherever they are, but they aren’t living in a country with bars on the windows. We are.

  2. Interesting, isn’t it? Part of that comment makes sense to people from anywhere, yet it is obviously spam since it is on a page that is completely unrelated, the link leads to a handbag advertisement and it’s random.

    Very funny tactics indeed. I didn’t know Bush was so unpopular.

  3. Ah… I didn’t even realise you had such a page about thy highness. Dumb of me, eh?
    Well, it’s an interesting self-description, my dear Grumble Bunny! Truly, thou art profound…

    Please add that you like Germans (and of course their language) otherwise somebody may feel deeply offended! *cough cough*

    Yours sincerely,
    Isha, also known as the German Bunny

  4. Was that supposed to mean “Welcome, German girl”?
    Then it’s 99% correct. Willkommen is spelt with a double ‘l’ though.

    Wonderful! You might actually understand the videos my friends made for you guys…

  5. Deutscher means German guy, Deutsche means German girl … And considering that I’m pretty much female (I guess) Deutsche is absolutely fine by me.

    Tequila sucks. Totally.

  6. Hey, I know my plurals. If I’d wanted to say Deutschen I would’ve said it. But that would make no sense, because then the previous statement would make it so it would seem that the Bundeswehr came after me to make me write that. Sort of.

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