The Lorax

You know it's time to get your eyebrows done when you look into the mirror and see:

GoT it, I say!

There is no denying it - as much as it pains me to say this - I am 27 years old.
So are most of my friends.
A recent survey among them has revealed that most need to tackle near and dear ones, random aunties and uncles, or younger cousins even, asking them about
a. their pending marriage
or
b. their pending spawning

So to make things interesting the next time this subject is broached, I have decided to propagate the art-of-GoT.
Here are a few samples:

"Your life will be so empty if you don't have kids right away"
"You know nuthin', aunty-o"

"What do you mean it's too soon to get married? You are a girl - no boy wants to marry an old cow!"
"WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS?"

"Why do you think all your friends are married?"
"Valar Morghulis"

"You are next in line, eh? Eh? Eh?"
"Dracarys!"

"Why won't you get married?"
"Winter is coming"

"Your biological clock is ticking. Make babies before it's too late."
"WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS?"

"I just told your mother about an alliance - your second cousin's maternal aunt's grandmother's sister's daughter-in-law's nephew. I am going to be responsible for you finally getting married, see."
"A Lannister always pays his debts"

"Give us one good reason you won't marry this boy who is oh-so-wonderful on paper."
"Hodor"

Extra points for assuming the tone and expression of the character.
What say?

PS: GoT is Game of Thrones. If you do not know that is, you must be that frozen early man they thawed back to life.
PS Reloaded: Hodor

The Fog

Pathways were no more clear, the destination blurry.
Faces moved past, unrecognizable.
People belonged to the world, yet not my world.
Closest friends, dissolved.
But voices. Voices rang clearer.
Whispers deafening.
And in that dense fog, I found an intense sense of clarity.

I found my contact lens.

PS:
I recently had to go the 8 kms between my house and the eye doctor to get my eye checked up. Broken glasses. Forbidden contact lens. Invoked a lot of emotions, I must say. :D

Manchurian...Baby Corn Manchurian

I made baby corn manchurian yesterday.
Alas, that is the last mention of the dish on this blog post. The post is about the inspiration that struck while I was making it, when I opened the wrong container and found some aval (flattened rice/poha stuff) inside.
Me: I think I am gonna play matchmaker today.
The H: Hmm?
Me (walking to the microwave oven): Aval, meet Avan (Oven)....Oven, meet Aval. *turning to The H* See?
The H: You are simply brilliant!

It's awesome when your sudden inspirations are appreciated, isn't it? Ignoring the sarcastic undertone, of course. :D