We’ve covered shoes in Book 1 and tactile boundaries in Book 2. Now, it’s time for the "Main Course." Whether you’re a corporate shark or a first-time tourist, if you value your curd-rice and your green chilies, this is your biography.

In this book, I explore the hilarious (and occasionally horrifying) reality of our need to poke the artifacts of the world. I’ve seen C-suite executives—men who manage billion-dollar portfolios—secretly trying to see if the marble on a Renaissance statue feels like real skin. I’ve seen families in London museums trying to "test the quality" of ancient Egyptian linen.

"Please Remove Your Shoes" isn’t just a book about travel; it’s about survival. It’s the first installment in my GlobeTrotter Series, and it’s basically a "Chai-pe-Charcha" on how to handle the world’s "Don’t-You-Dares."

For the price of a generic hotel room in Goa during December, you can rent a private villa with a pool in Bali. For the price of a taxi ride from Dadar to Nariman Point, you can eat a three-course meal in Vietnam.