This is story is a series of fictional events about a north Indian guy and his south Indian journey. My aim here is to entertain you by narrating some interesting and hilarious incidents. I have no intentions of making racial remarks or hurting anyone, if I may do so accidentally then I apologies. Monday, January 9, 2012.

The awkward hand touch, the way you make that one arm dangle more than the other.

Installing KA Lite at El Buen Pastor in Guanajuato, Mexico. On October 13, 2016.

Leave the wine glass out and say a toast to never. I exist as I am, and that is enough. Where Did You Get That? Twenty8Twelve by s. Look at This Fucking Hipster. The Real Sparks Fly Up. Unless otherwise noted, I do not take any credit or ownership for the images and pictures found on this blog.

I just saw a guy using a flip phone. You just saw a drug dealer. A moment of silence for all the times we drew people with arms behind their back to avoid having to draw the hands. I really tried to scroll past this, the denial was eating me alive though. This post is my life. A moment of silence for all those times we drew people with really long side bangs to avoid drawing another eye. Welcome to the 12th inning of a college baseball game.