Samit Sharma
Published May 5, 2017
Moshi moshi, mate!
I don’t think there’s a better way to start an email than moshi moshi. It took me triple one emails to figure that out. It breaks any email ice right away. I might change my views on moshi moshi, but hey, it’s cooler than konnichiwa.
I tried learning Japanese two summers ago but it wasn’t easy and the script was insane so I stopped. But I’ve learned several interesting things since, especially this week. I was at my grandma’s and saw my family tree. I noticed that all of my paternal ancestry is just guys. Just sons. So I learned more about the alleged curse running through my family.
A sage once cursed one of my ancestors that there will never be a Sharma daughter. For the previous eight generations, (plus my brother and I being the ninth), no daughters. Just sons and a family tree that branches out to one side only. Everyone including me brushed the curse thing aside saying it was coincidence. But damn the sage dude wasn’t to be messed with. I hope my curse and spelling giving prowess is that good.
My parents also said that my brother was born because they wanted a daughter, but things didn’t work out accordingly. He did not take that well. It was pretty hilarious though. I also saw my birth chart for the first time. I didn’t understand most of it but among the notes underneath it was mentioned that I’d die because of my ego or because of heartbreak. Now the former is very much possible but I call bullshit about the second one. I cannot die of heartbreak. It’s too lame.
That was another edition of a me-charade. Sorry again. Say what you want but writing about yourself, although selfish, is nice. If thinking is a lifelong conversation with yourself then thoughts about family curses and predictions etc would qualify as gossip. I just shared some with you.
And please don’t believe in curses and birth charts and astrology(?). They’re all horseshit.
It’s really hot out, stay cool.
Cheerio.
Tis, mate was the Weekly Email Blast, Email 111. Happy holidays !!!