Part way through Ruminations on the Nature of Subjectivity I realised Kumar sounds like James Acaster. He also seems to have stolen some of Acaster's delivery which is excitable, sometimes high pitched, consternation. Highly strung, frantic, sweaty "someone may have slipped them a tab of speed backstage" comedians are the worst. They're the verbal equivalent of a two drink minimum to trick the audience into thinking something interesting is being said. Sadly Kumar has none of Acaster's charm, or clever material, to compensate for this irritating delivery.
He also seems to not be very polished as he often repeated the start of a joke after becoming distracted or, egotistically, laughing at himself which quickly became tedious.
But all of this could be forgiven is Kumar was actually funny. He is not! Now, to be clear, if Kumar were a work colleague he would certainly be one of my favourite ones. He clearly has some ability to tell a story with a dilettante's grasp of comedy, and would welcomingly make the day pass faster, but as a professional comedian he is achingly amateurish and unexceptional.
His pedestrian set lurches from one prosaic story to another. If this is any indicator of what's considered acceptable for a professional I could be a stand up comedian were I the right sex. After all the bar is only this low for one gender.