Joshua King has more reasons than most young writers to produce that Great First Novel - and they're sitting in his father's bank account. Before he died of a tragic Viagra overdose, Josh's father put a stipulation in his will: Josh cannot claim his fortune unless he writes a novel within the next five years. It has to include his father as a character. And it has to become a bestseller. Unfortunately, the last thing Josh wants is a purpose in life: he's far too busy traveling, taking drugs, and growing his hair. At the moment, he's very uncomfortably ensconced in a dirty Delhi flophouse. It's all he can afford on a Hindu Week journalist's salary. But it's the perfect place to meet drifters and druggies, users and seekers - the kind of people who would know how to find Baba.

Yes, the Baba...the man, the myth, the mystery...and, maybe, the inspiration for a major bestseller.