Book Summary
The story recounts the life of three youths, Omi, Ishaan and Govind trying to make a life staying in small-town Gujarat. Given Govind’s business acumen and Ishaan’s love for cricket, the youngsters decide to open a shop that sells cricket goods. Omi’s family helps them to get a rented place outside a temple, and soon enough the place is a hit with the locals. Chetan’s biggest strength as a writer is his ability to create interesting settings and situations.
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3 mistakes of my life summary
In Conversation with Chetan Bhagat
Prologue
It is not everyday you sit in front of your computer on a Saturday morning and get an email like this:
From: Ahd_businessman
Sent: 12/28/2005 11.40 p.m.
Subject: A final note
Dear Chetan,
This email is a combined suicide note and a confession letter. I have let people down and have no reason to live. You don?t know me. I?m an ordinary boy in Ahmedabad who read your books. And somehow I felt I could write to you after that. I can?t really tell anyone what I am doing to myself ? which is taking a sleeping pill every time I end a sentence ? so I thought I would tell you.
I kept my coffee cup down and counted. Five full stops already.
I made three mistakes; I don?t want to go into details.
My suicide is not a sentimental decision. As many around me know, I am a good businessman because I have little emotion. This is no knee-jerk reaction. I waited over three years, watched Ish?s silent face every day. But after he refused my offer yesterday. I had no choice left.
I have no regrets either. Maybe I?d have wanted to talk to Vidya once more ? but that doesn?t seem like such a good idea right now.
Sorry to bother you with this. But I felt like I had to tell someone. You have ways to improve as an author but you do write decent books. Have a nice weekend.
Regards
Businessman
17, 18, 19. Somewhere, in Ahmedabad a young ?ordinary? boy had popped nineteen sleeping pills while typing out a mail to me. Yet, he expected me to have a nice weekend. The coffee refused to go down my throat. I broke into a cold sweat.
?One, you wake up late. Two, you plant yourself in front of the computer first thing in the morning. Are you even aware that you have a family?? Anusha said. In case it isn?t obvious enough from the authoritative tone, Anusha is my wife.
I had promised to go furniture shopping with her ? a promise that was made ten weeks ago.
She took my coffee mug away and jiggled the back of my chair.
?We need dining chairs. Hey, you look worried?? she said.
I pointed to the monitor.
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