From being tormented by gamblers convinced they see lucky numbers concealed in his cartoons to being mistaken for a Mexican and debarred from attending an invitation dinner on Park Avenue because he is carrying a raincoat to being charged with importing obscene literature into the country because a friend has sent him a copy of Playboy, R.K. Laxman’s experiences could rival the most uncanny adventures of his most enduring creation, the Common Man. In The Tunnel of Time Laxman narrates the story of his life with the same acerbic wit, keen sense of humour and the satirist’s ability to take a whimsical, cock-eyed look at just about anything under the sun that we are so familiar with.