The 3 Mistakes Of My Life by Chetan Bhagat

Author:Chetan Bhagat [Bhagat, Chetan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-26T06:48:37+00:00

check this kid out." How do you intend to meet them?' I mocked.

'I don't know,' Ish turned to the screen, scowling. 'Bowl better, guys.'

'Excuse me, are you watching the India-Australia match?' a lady's voice

interrupted us.

An elderly woman stood at the counter with a puja thali in her hand.

'Yes?'

'Can my grandson watch it with you for a while?' she said.

I stood up from the floor. A small boy accompanied the lady. I was never keen

on random people coming into our shop to spend their time. She sensed my

hesitation. 'We'll buy something. I want to attend the bhajans inside and Babloo

wants to see the match.'

'Of course, he can come in.' Ish opened the door wider. The boy came in and

sat before the TV. Ish and I exchanged a round of dirty looks.

'Don't watch from so close Babloo. Hello, I am Mrs Ganguly by the way. I also

need advice on buying cricket equipment for my school, if you can visit me

sometime.'

'School?' I said.

'Yes, I am the principal of the Kendriya Vidyalaya on Ellisbridge. We never had

good suppliers for sports. Everybody thinks we are government so they try and

rip us off. You supply to schools, no?'

The answer was no. We did not supply to schools.

'Yes,' I said. 'In fact, we have our inhouse advisor Ishaan. He is an ex-district

level player.'

'Great. I will see you then,' Mrs Ganguly said and left us to ponder over her

business proposition.

'You want candy, Babloo?' Omi said as we tried our best to impress anyone

related to Mrs Ganguly.

'But we are not suppliers,' Ish said later.

'So what? You have to swing this for me, Ish. This is a regular income

business.'

'If I get you this, will you come to Goa?'

'Goa?' I raised my eyebrows.

'It's the last one-day. I am stretching it out as far as I can. If we save enough,

let's go with Ali.' 'But...' 'Say yes.'

'Yes,' I said. After the mall fiasco, I wanted to make Ish happy. I stood up to

check the day's accounts.

'Cool. Hey, see the match?' Ish said. Tt has totally turned.'

I looked at the TV. Perhaps God listened to Mrs Ganguly's prayers inside. A

little known Surd called Harbhajan Singh had howled after tea. Wickets crumbled

and from 193/1, Australia ended the day at 291/8.

'Bhajji, you are great,' Ish bent forward to kiss the TV.

'Don't watch the TV from so close,' Babloo said.

'Don't listen to grown-ups all the time. Nobody went blind watching TV from

close. Don't people work on computers?' Ish was jumping up and down in

excitement.

Mrs Ganguly came in two hours later to pick up Babloo. She bought him two

tennis balls. I was tempted to throw them in for free, but she might take it the

wrong way.

'Here,' she said, giving me her card. 'We have a board meeting every Monday.

Why don't you come and tell us how you can help?'

We had four days to prepare. The board would be in a better mood if India won

this match.

'Sure, we will see you then,' I said and slipped a candy to Babloo.

Day 2

The only way to describe the second day of the match was 'depressing'.

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