There&rsquos virtually no writing on what Pakistan is like for ordinary Indians, people who aren&rsquot diplomats, soldiers or politicians. Yet several things about Rahul Bhattacharya, the author of Pundits From Pakistan, explain why his cricket book is also the first Pakistan travelogue for the 21^st century Indian.

Partition happened 32 years before he was born for his generation it&rsquos a historical date, not an anguished memory. Pakistan itself is mundane reality, not a sad fantasist&rsquos construction of &ldquowhat if&hellip&rdquo. And then Bhattacharya is a Bengali/Gujarati from Bombay. It helps him see Pakistan objectively in a way that is hard for most north Indians and virtually impossible for Punjabis--the irony is that it&rsquos sometimes easier to be detached when you don&rsquot look and talk the same.

Also, on the face of it Pundits is about the Indian cricket team&rsquos 2004 tour of Pakistan. Much of the analysis--some of it easily the best you&rsquoll see in Indian sports writing--is about the cricket, and this seems to free him from preconceived notions of Pakistan.

So when he travels to Pakistan&rsquos fierce frontier, scopes out dusty Multan, or describes dope-fueled wanderings in Lahore, he&rsquos taking in and describing a Pakistan that&rsquos emphatically not India by another name. When bonds are forged, it&rsquos because of similarities like a taste for paya, or knowing the lyrics to the Grateful Dead&rsquos Scarlet Begonias, not Punjabiyat. The result is an utterly engaging account of a young man&rsquos journey through a strangely beguiling yet distant neighbour.