Reformed (though that’s debatable) junkie and odd jobs man Smith travels to India to escape some problems at home and has all sorts of drug and bacteria induced adventures. If you want a book that gives you insights into India, don’t bother with this one, this is really about Smith and his equally wanky hippy pseudo-Hindu new age friends. It could just as easily have been set in Bali, Thailand, Laos, Crete, etc  At first I thought the title might indicate a new take on India but in reality it’s just offensive and the whole book shows little attempt at trying to make sense of India. It’s all a pity really because his writing is not that bad and in amongst all the blabbing he seems to be quite intelligent. 20/100