Why does every single person in my life think I’m some kind of gourmet chef just because I can make instant noodles? My family acts like I’m Gordon Ramsay when I whip up a half-burnt omelette. Meanwhile, my idea of cooking is just avoiding takeout to save money. I swear, I’ve never had so much pressure to impress with my “culinary skills.” Can we all just agree that microwave popcorn and cereal co...
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 can, preferably without spending our life savings on a single avocado?
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 can, preferably without spending our life savings on a single avocado?
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...