I am Paul Singh

Since I’ve already asked you all to buy me something, here’s something else I want.

Vinturi: Essential Wine Aerator

I’ve forgotten my cell phone or wallet at home at least one time too many. Seriously, why didn’t I think of this before?!

Go here: The Container Store >> Doorganizer©

My favorite uncle and babe #2 celebrated their 25th anniversary — congratulations to them. Now that all the aunties and uncles have heard about daalandroti.com, I’m sure we’re going to start to see them hanging around the blog a little more often. (So let’s try to keep all the topics and comments clean ya’ll!)

Anyhow, here are the photos from last night. For all you newbies, click directly on the link below and you’ll be taken directly to the photos where you can see all the slideshows you want.

Enjoy!

Here are the pictures!

No amount of money in the world is worth not being able to look at yourself in the mirror.

Keep that in mind.

As most of you know, I was born and raised here in the U.S. I’d like to think that I’ve got a good mix of “East and West” in myself but after reading rules like this, I think I may get into trouble when I head back to India.

Men should never touch women in public, even to help a woman out of a car, unless the lady is very elderly or infirm

In Indian culture… men socialise with men, and women with women

Married couples in Asia do not hug, hold hands or kiss in public. Even embracing at airports and train stations is considered out of the question

Generally it is improper for women to speak with strangers on the street and especially to strike up a casual conversation

Drinking alcohol or smoking in public, no matter how innocent, are interpreted as a sign of moral laxity and are not acceptable.

For anyone else that has been to India at any point, what the F is up with the “holding hands” rule? Uhhh, I distinctly recall almost every boy in New Delhi holding hands with some other boy. Why is it OK for same-sex hand-holding to occur? I thought that homosexuals weren’t at the top of the social chain over there.

Anyways, let’s tackle the REAL problem first: boys and girls shouldn’t talk to each other! Go get ‘em guys! While you’re at it, why don’t you spend some time addressing the population problems over there too. How about pollution, corruption or the roadways?

Same sex socialization only? Embracing/PDA out of the question? Damn, I must have gone to all the “modern” shopping centers, taxi stands and restaurants. These rules clearly didn’t apply there. Enough said.

No drinking/smoking in public? Do these rule-writers live in a cave somewhere? I’m done.

I think these rules are way too strongly written. Or maybe I’m just different. Who knows.

Whatever, Sukhi and I are going to have a second wedding reception in India a few months after the wedding. Y’all are coming. You can see India for yourselves. It’s gonna be badass.

Read the full article: Indecency guide for tourists to India.

I have a bad habit of not checking my voicemail for weeks at a time. It’s not that I don’t care. Actually, maybe I really don’t care but I’m not going to admit that.

It’s a bit funny actually- I rarely pick up my phone anymore but then again, I feel naked if I forget it at home.

At first I felt bad… but knowing that someone else has the same problem doesn’t make me feel so bad after all.

…that there are those that have gone down and those that will go down.

I’m glad to say that I got my first fall of my road bike today and it really wasn’t so bad after all.

Jack, Tommy, Mark and I went out for a ride this morning. As you probably know, it rained like hell last night and we figured it would be generally dry out there if we went looking for some new roads.

About 20 miles later, we found the W&OD trail near the intersection of Rt. 9 and Rt. 7 near Purcellville and decided to take that route home. As we came around the first corner, I failed to slow down enough and ended up letting my front wheel slide over a bit wide onto the yellow line that seperated the the two-way traffic on the trail. Man, that stuff is slick when it’s wet. I went down faster than I could comprehend.

Anyways… good thing I was wearing a helmet and sunglasses. Without them, I probably wouldn’t have been so lucky. Notice the indentation that one of the rocks left on my helmet. Other than that, a few bruises on my right shoulder, a banged up right knee and a bruised ego is all I got. Pretty sweet.

Hint: look near my thumb:

Good thing I was out there with the fellas to make sure I was OK and help me get my bike looked over for the 20 mile ride home. After that, the ride home was pretty damn quick. I’m not sure what drove us to going so fast, but it sure was fun.

Update: The only real damage to the bike was fixed with a $14.99 part from the local bike shop. Sweet. I thought it was going to be much worse when I saw the rear derailleur all bent out of shape. As for me, I’m all good to go.

I feel for this guy. I know I’ve dealt with stuff like this and it sucks.

Sometimes people need to be reminded that 9/11 happened in my country too. Last time I checked, not all brown people with cameras are trying to terrorize anyone.

Humiliated, Angry, Ashamed, Brown.

to my parents… their 27th wedding anniversary is today.

The other day, my dad asked me what I was planning to do for his anniversary… I looked at my hands and noticed no wedding rings, so I said, “Do I look like your wife?” Hehehe….

They bought each other some bling… well, honestly, I think my mom used dad’s money to buy his and her own anniversary present.

Dad gets:

Mom gets:

….at D&B last night. Me, Erin and Vid met up with Sukhi, Kavita and Navita.

I really need to start carrying something other than my camera phone… I’d carry my 300D but the thing is so huge. Don’t ge wrong, I love my SLR- it just isn’t worth carrying around when you’re trying to have fun. Any recommendations for a good point and shoot?

First off, why is Vid sipping an umbrella drink? Why is his pinky pointing like that? Why?

I want to know why that horse is making that funny face with it’s head turned to the side. Yikes.