Samit Sharma
Published May 29, 2015
POPCORN !
There is absolutely no reason Popcorn can’t be an awesome way to say hello. No human can dislike Popcorn. You can gorge on tonnes. Okay grams of popcorn. So why shouldn’t it be a part of everyday conversations? Better stick to classic flavoured popcorn. The cheese version tastes cool, but is twice as much as calories.
This is the last weekend of May. Which means Monday is June. Damn. June is one of those months which are like a roller coaster ride. For the last thirteen years, June meant new school stuff, like great-smelling textbooks that are only worth reading while you poop.And stationery and bags and stuff. Also, it starts raining. Plus, there’s the first day of school. There’s so much in thirty days, and not a single holiday. There were holidays because of water logging, but then the drainage system got better. It’s a weird month, June. And it changes for me, now that I’ve (hopefully) passed out from school. I’ll leave out the nostalgia. I’m not old enough for nostalgia.
The end of school presents me with a mind-numbing, brain-twisting dilemma: which stream should I select, the All mighty Arts or the Supreme Sciences. I know I’m overselling ’em. I’ve had three ‘aptitude tests’ but I’m pretty much clueless about what I’m gonna do besides ruling earth. So far, I’ve ruled out what I don’t wanna do when I grow up. I’ve listed about a hundred ‘professions’ that I wouldn’t mind. Email back if you want the PDF. And if I can’t make up my mind, I can always get recruited in the Army. Indian Army. I love guns and armoured vehicles, so why not? And there is a chance of getting to be a secret agent. But as a cover up, I have kinda maybe possibly selected journalism. You know, Tintin stuff. The future dictator too, shall have a day job.
All that aside, it’s the tenth week of the email blast!!! *Pops open a bottle of champagne* *Can’t drink* I’m only 16. But still, here’s to celebrating Email Blasts. Cheers!
‘Tis, mate was Weekly Email Blast, Email 10. Happy Holidays!!!
All Things Sam 