May 22 was here and so was our United Airlines direct flight from Newark to Mumbai. The same feeling that had pervaded my life for the past few months took place in a heightened form during our car ride to the airport. The smell of cow dung was all too tempting. Adventure was coming. The flight was a pleasant surprise. Firstly because the security line was short and my VISA that was misprinted because of the incompetency of the Indian Consulate in NYC was taken ...

So I decided to write a blog about my experiences, the great, the horrendous, the smelly, and the plain unexplainable in this blog. Unfortunately, it's already been one month into my journey in India and so much has happened that has inspired me to make a collection of my memories. These posts will probably be inconsistently placed, sometimes 5 entries in a day, and other times 5 days apart. I'm not going to promise any sort of commitment in writing, but I will t...