Honestly, if you’re still taking advice from your relatives about relationships, you might as well ask your pet goldfish for a life plan. Like, Auntie, your last divorce was in the '90s—what do you even know about swiping right? At this point, I’d rather take tips from my cat on how to land a decent date. And don't even get me started on the "dates are overpriced" crowd. If you think about it, eve...
I’m convinced that the only reason people buy organic food is to brag about it at dinner parties. Like, sorry Karen, but no one cares that your kale was hand-picked by a vegan monk in the mountains of California. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if I can fit a family-sized pizza in my fridge. Honestly, can we just admit that food is food and we’re all just trying to survive any way we...
Is it just me, or does every family get-together feel like an interrogation? My relatives have a PhD in question-asking: “So, when are you getting married?” “Have you thought about kids?” “Why aren't you more like Sharma ji ka beta?” Like, I’m just here for the free biryani and to avoid awkward eye contact. Honestly, I thought catching up meant chatting about childhood memories, not diving into my life plans like it’s some sort of reality show. At this rate, I need a personal PR team for these events.
Is it just me, or does every family get-together feel like an interrogation? My relatives have a PhD in question-asking: “So, when are you getting married?” “Have you thought about kids?” “Why aren't you more like Sharma ji ka beta?” Like, I’m just here for the free biryani and to avoid awkward eye contact. Honestly, I thought catching up meant chatting about childhood memories, not diving into my life plans like it’s some sort of reality show. At this rate, I need a personal PR team for these events.
Why do we even bother pretending to love cooking when ordering takeout is basically the greatest invention since sliced bread? Like, I can barely chop an onion without crying, but somehow I’m expected to whip up a five-course meal? I’d rather spend that time perfecting my couch potato skills. Can we just agree that being an adult means figuring out how to make instant ramen fancy?