My Life is a Jalebi

For the uninitiated and yet to turn 28, unlike me here, the most commonly cited reason for not liking a person when the entire universe (read: Maternal Mafia and Paternal Prime) works towards making you find a companion for life is: "spark nahi aa raha...

"Ek Dal Makhni, Ek Paneer Butter Masala aur Do Butter Naan"
If I had a thousand rupee note for every time my family dinners constituted various renditions of the abovementioned, I would be a crorepati, albeit of illegal, unwanted tender.
Having grown up in a vegetarian Punjabi household of teetotalers, Tandoori and Buttered platings of our brethren, the chicken and mutton, have stayed off the usual dinner orders during family outings. So, the Dal and Paneer reign. Now, with changing...

Doodles from this morning meeting. Kunzum Tako Kaddu Planter is my soul sister for the day. Suggests exactly what I've managed to achieve at my office desk since morning.

"You know, I cannot even post a gym selfie on Instagram anymore because these idiots will have another reason to troll."
"Calm down, Neil. It doesn't suit you at this age."
"Why doesn't it bloody suit me! When your grandchild does it, she's showered with a thousand likes and the title of an influencer. And when bloody I want to show the world how hard I've worked on my biceps, I'm told I'm just an old hag trying too hard...