Express - Pakkirappa Hunagundi, 30, started eating non-edible objects when he was just 10-years-old but his addiction has spiralled out of control over the past two decades.
He now consumes as much as three kilos a day of debris and cannot bear to go without, although he insists he does not suffer any ill effects.
His odd habit is thought to be caused by a condition called Pica, which is characterised by an appetite for substances without any nutritional value.
Pakkirappa, from Gadag district in Karnataka, India said: "I have been eating bricks and rocks for around 20 years now. I love eating them. It has become a part of my life.
"I started at the age of 10. Now it feels like a necessity to me. I can skip meals, but not bricks or mud.
"I have suffered no side effects. My teeth are absolutely fine. I can bite into the hardest stone without a problem."
Pakkirappa's mother has tried in vain to stop him but he insists that bricks, mud and gravel tasted "A1" meaning "the best".
I'm right there with you, Pakkirappa. Most people don't know this about me (besides everyone who knows me), but I'm addicted to a certain type of food myself. It's called Chipotle, and it's all I ever want to stuff in my mouth. Now, plenty of people are going to throw my man Pakki under the bus, say he's disgusting and all that jazz, but those people don't know what it's like to crave something to the point where nothing else in the food world exists.
When I finish work every day without fail, I walk by my local Chipotle, and every day without fail I wait out the line that extends from the ingredients line to the door just to sink my teeth in to a luke warm chicken burrito after my 45 minute commute home. Frankly, I don't have a choice. It's all my body wants. My taste buds see that off red and silver sign and they immediately recall the burrito from the night before. Once that gets on their minds, I'm a slave to their desires. Anything short of a chicken, white rice, no beans (like em but they make it too soggy), medium and hot salsa, corn, sour cream, cheese, guac and lettuce burrito* would be irresponsible, and potentially dangerous, to my body.
Rocks and mud are Pakki's Chipotle. We don't choose our obsessions, they choose us. You think I don't know that the small child I pack in to my stomach isn't going to lead to type 2 diabetes? You think Pakki doesn't know that stuffing his belly with bricks isn't the best long term health plan for him? Oh we're well aware, and if we weren't, we've got plenty of folks around us chirpin' all the time about it. Pakki's mom constantly trying to give him fried chicken, my mom trying to cook me salads and offering to pay for my groceries and shit. Telling us to be somebody we're not.
Well let the haters hate, Pakki. We know what it is to live by our own standards and do what we know we need to do to get by. That foodie life isn't for everyone. The world needs heroes like us, and frankly, it's a burden we can't help but accept.
* If that order isn't perfect to you, then I'm sorry but you're doing it wrong. I can accept a bean addition if you're eating in house, but if you're going take away and not following this exact blueprint for burrito excellence then you're on your own, I can't help you any further.