Five weeks in, more than a 180 posts deep and it seems we done run out of ideas. That's where you come in, though. We're going to harness what those cats who work in "media" in "New York City" call User Generated Content and ask you all to help us write a post that's way better than some of these more recent ones we've been flatulating out.
There are a ton more things macacas like that we're going to get to - wassup, parties in remodelled basements - but first we want to know what Indians like about:
The University of Texas Austin
Most of us barely went to college - well, 2 of us went to private schools so we kinda did - and the UT experience is not something you can find anywhere else. We've never been there, though, and only know of 6th street through stories Indian kids from Houston, Dallas, Sugarland and Plano tell us about....well, I've never heard stories other than, "Yo, there are mad Indians at UT." Kind of the same thing about Indians that studied abroad at the London School of Economics. "How was it," you'd ask. "Mad Indians," they'd respond, "Mad Indians."
So yo, mad Indians at UT, e-rogramme us some hot spots, clubs (wow, I meant student clubs but then forgot and thought I meant dance clubs because I'm that desi champ), late-night snack shacks, library study carols, computer labs, bars and Econ study sections Indians tend to favor.
For example: if you went to, say, randomly, hypothetically speaking, I don't know, some college in Chicago, like, how about Northwestern University and we asked for the same type of information as we are for UT, you'd email us and be like, "Hey, all the Indians live in the Foster Walker Complex in single units and only see day light during Organic Chem midterms, but a lot of them are really jacked because they break dance in the basement with the hmongs." Then we could take that information, hopefully add it to other tidbits, and come up with a pretty Masti'd up description of why Indians seem to love schools in Chicago.
Simple as that. So, Longhorns, take a second out of your ritual of lamenting the slow rise of Vince Young and atone for losing to Memphis in the NCAA tournament and subsequently seriously compromising my bracket. Email us peccadillos of your school. We never went there, but deep down inside in places we don't talk about at Desi parties, you know we wish we did.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
#185: Jumping the Shark
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I have a couple of excellent posting ideas. You guys should do "Tiffins" :
No matter where you are, car, train, Jackson Heights, heck even the Yankee game you can be rest assured that a Nani or Dadi attempting to look inconspicuous in here brightly colored Sari will have a tiffin available at all times. Ah yes, these shiny silver containers are more than just the "tupperware" of choice for all Indians, they are a way of life. So next time you are on the train and you see an Indian grandmother pull out one of these shiny suckers, as her if she'll share some masala infused goodies from her tiffin.
I mean, yeah, I feel you. We got a "carrying food long distances" post coming and all, but do you actually see grandmas with tiffins on a train in Amrica? That's like being like, stuff indians like - cumin! dhuy.
after some kids on campus told me about this blog, i became suspicious. i checked it out myself and my suspicions were confirmed. the creator is none other than my favorite cousin! i don't know why i'm surprised.
p.s. the blog is hilarious.
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