Now that that's out of the way, I am annoyed and quite frankly, fed up of Chetan Bhagat novels. SO I'll begin by first acknowledging that Mr Bhagat has indeed created a niche for himself and has paved way for Indian authored books that sell. I know a lot of people who've started out with his books and then eventually progressed to better forms of fiction. Mind you, I am glad he has gotten a lot of people to read in this country and that can never be a bad thing. I have a major problem with Chetan Bhagat. It's one of those rare stories that's fun but can help you as well." Are you fucking kidding me? Are you so lazy and manipulative that you have to have a character mention what they think of the story so that those lines will go around and around in a reader's head after they're done with the story? But it also made me think." "There you go.
I'm still angry, because I actually think this book DOES know that it's trash, and I can't believe this book had the balls to be so bad AND THEN have an epilogue where the author talks to a character, a girl who apparently told him the story, and says "Wow! Some story that was!" "So, did you like it?" "Yes, it was fun. And you didn't even know that's what you were good for. You were good for a booty call, ONATCC, and nothing more. The only thing I got out of you was this sentence: "I just had to hear that ass woo my ex-girlfriend with the promise of expensive cars." ass woo. It should have remained inside you, Chetan Bhagat, inside you where it is too dark to read. You make me realize that I actually don't wish people would quit their boring jobs and write the book inside of them, because sometimes the book inside of them is this shit. I don't understand how someone could read you if they were not being paid to do so. I hate that I sat on the freeway in traffic thinking "well, I guess it's for a certain sort of reader that doesn't read a book for its beautiful language or interesting characters, it's a pop parable designed for shallow, ignorant people, and shallow people deserve books too, especially when the parable has the message of staying true to yourself" but you are pandering prejudiced poorly written trash and the fact that you don't even know you're trash makes me even angrier. I hate people that like this book, which is apparently a large portion of India. I hated this book in a complete way, like where you go on a journey of hatred to be able to clearly and openly hate it. I'm really hungry which means I'm in a really bad mood and I will be until I eat something. Then one call, from one very special caller, changes everything.Ĭhetan Bhagat’s delicious romantic comedy takes us inside the world of the international call center, where cultural cross-wires come together with perfect pathos, hilarity, and spice.
Tonight is Thanksgiving in America: Appliances are going haywire, and the phones are ringing off their hooks. They all try to make it through their shifts–and maintain their sanity–under the eagle eye of a boss whose ego rivals his incompetence. And Military Uncle (nobody knows his real name) sits alone working the online chat. Traditional Radhika has just found out that her husband is sleeping with his secretary. Lost, dissatisfied Vroom has high ideals, but compromises them by talking on the phone to idiots each night. Esha longs to be a model but discovers it’s a horizontal romp to the runway. Priyanka’s domineering mother has arranged for her daughter’s upscale marriage to an Indian man in Seattle. Shyam (Sam to his callers) has lost his self-confidence after being dumped by the girl who just so happens to be sitting next to him. Yet behind the headsets, everybody’s heart is on the line. Skilled in patience–and accent management–they help American consumers keep their lives running. Six friends work nights at a call center in India, providing technical support for a major U.S. Press 3 if your life has totally crashed.
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