Don't ask any old bloke for directions

By P.G Tenzing

I always thought while growing up, that if I were a boy I would be like Che Guevara –take a bike, do odd jobs and go! I love the outdoors and don’t mind being alone.


When I read this book, I felt like someone just lived my life in front of my eyes. A slight regret but felt good that someone thought just like me

PG Tenzing is from Sikkim, like me. And I saw his father in my dreams last night! No don’t get any ideas, his father was my neighbour. That’s how I remembered that I have not written this review, although I had liked the book.

The first 2 chapters are not good. For someone like me who usually judges a book by its first few pages, it was a surprise that I carried on. The problem with the first few here is the patchiness of the plot. Its like Quentin Tarantino Movie, you don’t know what’s happening in the beginning. Just patches. Pulp fiction.

Then of course any adventure which you didn’t take (but you wish you had) grows on to you. Only when his bottom hurts by sitting a lot on the bike, that you feel good that you didn’t take the ride. But otherwise chances are this book can make you laugh, cry and relate. Esp. if you have stayed in South India and if you are not too old.

Take a ride with PG Tenzing as he quits his job as an IAS officer and takes a Bullet around India, just for the fun of it! The joy is in his experiences, the people he meets and the background of normality. You wish you had done it, but hey, sometimes second hand experience is also a good thing.

READ it!