Samit Sharma
Published June 5, 2015
How’s your doody?
This is the expanded form of Howdy. But quite disturbingly, doody means poop. So I don’t know how Texans greet others by questioning ‘how’s your poop?’. Nevertheless, millions of people fling poop-inquiries as a greeting. But it’s the thought that matters. And the accent matters too.
I’m a month away from college. I don’t like that. Stupid clichés about college, like a hundred people in a class, a tonne of socialism, and how do I put this, the really weird Indian hook-up culture (there isn’t one) are some of the reasons. There are upsides, like more caffeine, and more pizza. But what do I know? Everything I know about college comes from old Disney shows and assorted movies. Googling ‘what am I supposed to do in college’ is like an American Pie script. I’ll try and set up a geek fraternity. You know, ’cause that is what I do. And like all geeks, I’ll step into college with absolutely no idea how it works. Skol, to supposedly the best years of my life.
(Obligatory opinion about Maggi) : If there’s one thing I love more that Tacos and Pizza, it’s Maggi. ‘Cause it’s the fastest of the three. Maggi samples are good to go in Maharashtra, but overall, people should be glad there’s lead in that stuff. That way, Maggi is more than empty calories. As for me, I’m being an optimist and am happy to see there’s no mercury in Maggi. Still, I panicked and stocked 4 six-packs just in case it goes bop.
This is the last week of holidays for many. And is also the last time I sign off with happy holidays for a few months. I’ll think of a cool sign off for the not-holidays. Tis, mate was Weekly Email Blast, email 11. Happy Holidays!!!
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