The Wi-Fi Technician Rishta Disaster

<break time="0.5s" /> Okay… so imagine this. <break time="0.3s" /> You walk into a room full of aunties and uncles,

holding a mithai box like it’s a bomb. <break time="0.5s" /> They all look up at once — like synchronized

CCTV cameras. <break time="0.5s" /> My mom’s smiling like she’s campaigning for Prime Minister, and I’m just sweating. <break time="0.8s" />

Uncle number one: “So, beta… what do you do?” <break time="0.3s" /> Me: “I’m a data

engineer.” <break time="0.8s" /> Dead. Silence. <break time="0.5s" /> Then one aunty leans forward and goes,

“Ohh… so you fix Wi-Fi?” <break time="0.8s" /> At that moment, I reconsider every life choice I’ve

ever made. <break time="0.5s" /> Mom jumps in — “Yes! Very technical job, mashallah!” — like we just won an award. <break time="0.8s" />

I reach for a samosa to recover… and it dives straight into the chai. <break time="0.8s" /> Everyone gasps.