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Govind, a boy from Ahmedabad, dreams of owning a business. His friends, Ish and Omi, dream of cricket. To accommodate all their passions, the three entrepreneurs open a cricket shop. While Govind wants to make money and thinks big, Ish is all about nurturing Ali, a batsman with a rare gift. Omi knows his capabilities are limited and just wants to be with his friends. But nothing comes easy in a turbulent city.
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Please try again later. Verified Purchase. The book came in English although advertised cover is Hindi and that's what I wanted to buy. Wanted to read his books from so long for the reviews I heard about him. This book is just a time pass book. It could have been a better bollywood movie than a book.
The ending looked exactly like a movie climax.
Not worth for a second reading or something you want to buy and keep. Reading the online version is more than enough. Now, I am thinking do I have to read his other books too? May be when I am extremely bored The book has three main characters, Govind, Ishant and Om. Govind is the leader who comes up with the idea of starting a business.
Ishant is the athletic one who teaches the boys cricket. And Omi has an uncle who owns a shop near a temple. The three friends meet other supporting characters and go through life-changing events. Govind meets Ishant's sister Vidya and the two fall in love. Ishant meets Ali who is frail but is a gifted cricketer. They are all affected by an earthquake which rocks the city in which they live. All of this happens in the backdrop of a train attack in Gujarat and the ensuing Hindu-Muslim riots.
The book is good when it incorporates real events which have taken place in India into the story but the fictitious parts of the story are less believable since the details are missing.
Picked up his book to see what the fuss was about. Books are good, although Bhagat, like John Grisham, maybe writing books with the hope it would become a movie. Almost like writing a screenplay for a movie. In that sense, it was entertaining, not a literary material, but still good. One person found this helpful. I can't believe a book like this was allowed to be sold in the market, it's full of innumerable cliches, and painfully drab.
The story is really written very simply, as though meant for 5th grader kids, and it wasn't even intended to be that way, as evident from the many profanities in the book. Either case it's definitely not worth reading. Save yourself the trouble. A Novel. It's far more better than that one. The book combines all 3 subjects into an exciting story. See all 6 reviews.
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Amazon Giveaway allows you to run promotional giveaways in order to create buzz, reward your audience, and attract new followers and customers. Learn more about Amazon Giveaway. This item: The 3 Mistakes of My Life Hindi. A scent of fried coriander and garlic filled the narrow room. The cook prepared dinner, a bigger feast than usual as India had won the match. Ishaan and I came here sometimes without telling Omi, of course for the cheap food and extraordinary mutton. The owner assured us 'small mutton', implying goat and not beef.
I believed him, as he would not have survived in the neighbourhood if he served beef. I wanted to eat here instead of Gopi. But we had promised Gopi to Omi, and the food was fantastic there as well.
Food is a passion here, especially as Gujarat is a dry state. People here get drunk on food. Yes, Ahmedabad is my city. It is strange, but if you have had happy times in a city for a long time, you consider it the best city in the world. I feel the same about Ahmedabad. I know it is not one of those hip cities like Delhi, Bombay or Bangalore. I know people in these cities think of Ahmedabad as a small town, though that is not really the case.
Ahmedabad is the sixth largest city in India, with a population of over five million.
But I guess if you have to emphasise the importance of something, then it probably isn't as important in the first place. I could tell you that Ahmedabad has better multiplexes than Delhi or nicer roads than Bombay or better restaurants than Bangalore - but you will not believe me.
Or even if you do, you won't give a damn. I know Belrampur is not Bandra, but why should I defend being called a small-town-person as if it is a bad thing? A funny thing about small towns is that people say it is the real India. I guess they do acknowledge that at one level the India of the big cities is fake. Yes, I am from the old city of Amdavad and proud of it.
We don't have as many fashion shows and we still like our women to wear clothes. I don't see anything wrong with that.
I stepped out of Qazi and continued my way home, turning in the pol towards Omi's temple. Of course, we called it Omi's temple because he lived there, but the official name was the Swamibhakti temple. As I entered the by lane, two people fought over garbage disposal around the crammed pol. There are things about my small town neighbourhood that I want to change. In some ways, it is way behind the rest of Ahmedabad. For one, the whole old city could be a lot cleaner.
The new city across the other side of the Sabarmati river has gleaming glass and steel buildings, while the old city finds it difficult to get rubbish cleared on time.
I want to change another thing. I want to stop the gossip theories people come up with about other people. Like the theory about Omi becoming stupid because a cricket ball hit him. There is no basis for it, but every pol in Belrampur talks about it. Or the theory that Ish was thrown out of NDA and did not run away. I know for a fact that it is not true. Ish cannot handle unquestioned authority, and even though he was really excited about the army which was his only option , he could not stand some Major ordering him around for the next two decades of his life.
So he paid the penalty, cited personal reasons like ailing parents or something and ran right back to Belrampur. And of course, what I want to stop the most - the weirdest theory that I became emotionless the day dad left us. Dad left mom and me over ten years ago, for we found out he had a second wife across town.
As far as I can remember, I was never good with emotional stuff. I love maths, I love logic and those subjects have no place for emotion. I think human beings waste too much time on emotions. The prime example is my mother.
Dad's departure was followed by months of crying with every lady in every pol coming down to sympathise with her. She spent another year consulting astrologers as to which planet caused dad to move out, and when would that position change. Thereafter, a string of grandaunts came to live with her as she could not bring herself to stay alone. It wasn't until I turned fifteen and understood how the world worked that I could coax her into opening the snacks business.
Of course, my coaxing was part of it, the rest of it was that all her jewellery was officially sold by then. Her snacks were great, but she was no businessman. Emotional people make terrible businessmen. She would sell on credit and buy on cash - the first mistake a small business can make. Next, she would keep no accounts. The home spending money was often mixed with the business money, and we frequently had months where the choice was to buy either rice for our consumption or black pepper for the papads.
Meanwhile, I studied as much as I could. Our school was not Oxford, and emphasis on studies was low with more teachers bunking classes than students. Still, I topped maths every single year. People thought I was gifted when I hit a hundred in maths in class X. For me, it was no big deal. For once, the gossip vine helped.
The news of my score spread across pols, and we had a new source of income - tuitions. I was the only maths tutor in Belrampur, and bad maths scores had reached epidemic proportions. Along with khaman and khakra, trigonometry and algebra became sources of income in the Patel household. Of course, it was a poor neighbourhood, so people could not pay much. Still, another thousand bucks a month was a lifestyle changing event for us. From fan, we graduated to cooler.
From chairs, we went to a secondhand sofa. Life became good. I reached Omi's temple. The loud rhythmic chime of the bell interrupted my thoughts. I checked my watch, it was 6 p. I saw Omi's dad from a distance, his eyes closed as he chanted the mantras. Even though I was an agnostic, there was something amazing about his face - it had genuine feeling for the God he prayed to. No wonder he was among the most liked people in the community. Omi's mother was beside him, her maroon saree draped along her head and hands folded.
Next to her was Bittoo Mama, Omi's maternal uncle. He was dressed in a white dhoti and saffron scarf. His huge biceps seemed even larger with his folded hands. His eyes, too, were transfixed in genuine admiration for the idols of Krishna and Radha.
Omi would get into trouble for reaching the aarti late.
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It would not be the first time though, as matches in Nana Park were at a crucial stage around 6 p. She stood outside the house. She had just finished loading a hired auto with fresh dhokla for a marriage party.
Finally, my mother could delegate routine tasks like delivery and focus on her core competence - cooking. She took out a dhokla piece from the auto for me. Bad business - snucking out something from a customer order. Nail-biting finish, we won,' I said, walking in. I switched on the tubelight inside.
The homes in our pol required light even during daytime. I removed my shoes to get ready for a shower, 'you need a bigger grinder urgently, the small one is all wobbly' 'I will buy the TV if only the business makes extra money,' she said. If you make extra money, put it back in the business. Don't buy useless things. I can always see the match in colour in Ishaan's house.
My mother knew it was futile arguing with me. Without dad around, it was amazing how much say I had in the house. And I only hoped Ish and Omi would listen to my proposition as well. My love for business began when I first started tuitions.
It was amazing to see money build up. With money came not only things like coolers and sofas but also the most important stuff - respect. Shopkeepers no longer avoided us, relatives re- invited us to weddings and our landlord's visit did not throw us into turmoil. And then there was the thrill - I was making money, not earning it under some boss or getting a handout.
I could decide my fate, how many students to teach, how many hours per class - it was my decision. There is something about Gujaratis, we love business. And Ambadadis love it more than anything else.
Gujarat is the only state in India where people tend to respect you more if you have a business than if you are in service. The rest of the country dreams about a cushy job that gives a steady salary and provides stability.
In Ahmedabad, service is for the weak. That was why I dreamt my biggest dream - to be a big businessman one day. The only hitch was my lack of capital.
But I would build it slowly and make my dream come true. Sure, Ish could not make his dream of being in the Indian cricket team real, but that was a stupid dream to begin with. To be in the top eleven of a country of a billion people was in many ways an impossible dream, and even though Ish was top class in Belrampur, he was no Tendulkar.
My dream was more realistic, I would start slow and then grow my business. From a turnover of thousands, to lakhs, to crores and then to hundreds of crores.
I came out of the shower and dressed again. I make the same things. What do you get at Gopi that I can't give you at home? And I want to talk to them about my new business. She raised dough-covered hands, 'You can take a year to prepare. Stop taking tuitions for a while, we have money now.
One of them was me not making it to a good engineering college. Tuitions and supporting my mom's business meant I could study less for the entrance exams. I didn't make it to IIT or any of the top institutes. I did make it to a far-flung college in Kutch, but it wasn't worth it to leave my tuition income, friends, cricket at Nana Park and mom for that. Not that I felt any emotion, it just did not seem like the right trade. I could do maths honours right here in Amdavad University, continue tuitions and think about business.
The Kutch college did not even guarantee a job. My heart is in business. Plus, I have already done two years of college. One more and I will be a graduate. Maths honours was a stupid course to take from an economic point of view. I needed a degree and I can get it without studying much,' I said. I can't change that. Chunks of dough stuck to my face. You are always my son first. I hated it. I hate a display of emotion more than emotion itself.
Who cares? It is a buffet. Can you pass the ghee please? It has to be bad for you,' Ish said. One hour at Bittoo Mama's home gym. You do this everyday like me and you can hog without worry. There is no way Gopi could make money off him.
Aamras, and ras malai. Thanks,' Omi said to the waiter. Ish and I nodded for the same. I'm listening,' Ish said as he scooped up the last spoon of aamras.
We'll talk over tea,' I said. People argued less on a full stomach. My treat is limited to a thali,' Ishaan protested. I was only joking. Mr Accounts can't even take a joke. Right, Omi? Guys, you really need to listen today. And stop calling me Mr Accounts. I am serious, Ish. What do you plan to do with your life? We are not kids anymore,' I said. I will apply for jobs, maybe do an NUT computer course first. Or should I take an insurance job?
What do you think? He tried to smile, but I saw the pain. The champion batsman of Belrampur would become an insurance salesman. Belrampur kids had grown up applauding his boundaries at Nana Park. But now, when he had no life ahead, he wanted to insure other people's lives. Omi looked at me, hoping I'd come up with a great option from Santa's goodie bag. I was sick of parenting them. What was it the last time? A fruit dealership? I can't be weighing watermelons all day.
And the crazy one after that, Omi? He said there is big money in that,' Omi said as he slurped his dessert. Put seat covers all day. No thanks. And the other one - stock broker. What is that anyway? Beg people to buy insurance? Or sell credit cards at street corners? You, Ish, are a military school dropout,' I said and paused for breath. And you got a compartment in Class XII, twice.
You can be a priest, Omi, but what about us? This time I have something that will interest you. Now can I talk? I deliberately left for the rest room. But since cricket is the most popular game in Belrampur, we will focus on that. Money for a shop deposit is a problem, so I need Omi's help. Yes, we will open the shop right inside the Swami temple complex. Next to the flower and puja shops. And it is part of the temple land. Omi, do you think you can arrange that?
The temple trust will rent it out soon. And normally they let it out to something related to temple activities,' Omi said. But you have to convince your dad. After all he runs the temple trust. Will we pay rent? We need a two-month waiver. And we cannot pay the deposit.
Good, his mind was working. Who will buy? Seventy-year-old aunties who come for kirtan will want willow bats? The waiter had cleared our tea and presented the bill. By Gopi protocol, we had to be out of the restaurant in two minutes. A cricket shop by a temple does sound strange. But think - is there any sports shop in Belrampur? You don't even get leather balls.
Ellis Bridge is the nearest,' Ish said. Number two, the temple is a family place. Kids are among the most bored people in temples. Where are they going to hang out? People know you were a good player.
And you can give playing tips to every kid who comes to buy from us. Slowly, our reputation will build. They won't come, right? As word spreads, they will come. What choice do they have anyway? If we have the space, we are good to go without cash. But it will work, man. If you put your heart into it, it will. I need you for this. I really want to run a business. I can't do it without partners. It's cricket,' I appealed to Ish. I'm so in. I'll focus on the cricket,' Ish said. I smiled.
Yes, he was coming around. You think I will let you handle cash? So, are we partners? Omi hi-fived me and Ish joined in.
Ask Ish,' I said. If Ish named it, he would feel more connected to the project. All our immediate families had come. My mother and Omi's family were visibly happy while Ish's parents were silent. They still visualised Ish as an army officer, not a shopkeeper in Belrampur. Soon, it was just us in our twenty-feet-by-ten-feet shop.
Omi's forehead broke into sweat as he lifted the bulky counter-top yet again to move it back an inch. I stepped out of the shop and crossed the road for the tenth time to look at the board.
It was six feet wide and two feet tall. We had painted it blue - the colour of the Indian team. The excited painter from Shahpur had thrown in the faces of Tendulkar and Ganguly for free. Ganguly had a squint and Tendulkar's lips looked bee-stung, but it all added to the charm.
Our first customer came at 12 noon. An under-ten boy strolled to the front of our store as his mother bought puja flowers. The three of us sprung into action. I shook my head. Pushy meant desperate. The boy looked at tennis balls and bounced a few of them. While no one played tennis in Belrampur, kids played cricket with them. Clearly this was a price- sensitive customer.
He bounced five different ones on the ground. You want one? He nodded. I picked up the balls he had bounced and placed them in the basket. His mother came running into our shop. We made our first sale soon after. Two young brothers wearing branded clothes came to the shop. The boys moved to the local basket. They, started the ball-bouncing routine again as my heart wept.
Satellite was an upmarket neighbourhood on the other side of the Sabarmati river. It is Harsh bhaiya's birthday,' the younger boy said. I realised we had struck real-estate gold. The temple was ancient and drew in people from the new city, too. And it was a birthday, every chance of pockets being loaded. The boys shook their heads. Ish turned to me and signalled silence. You bowler or batsman? Harsh looked up at Ishaan. A grown-up man asking an eleven-year-old if he was a bowler or batsman was a huge honour.
It meant he was now old enough to be specialised, even though he may not have thought about it. You like shots? Which kid didn't? Harsh nodded. He turned to nie and asked for a bat, I went to the stack of willow bats. I had bought them directly from a Kashmiri supplier in Law Garden. I picked the right size for the boy.
Size six and two hundred bucks. Not top of the line, of course, but the best we could hope to sell here. Harsh took a stance on the empty space in front of the shop. Like every kid, he leaned his entire weight on the bat while standing. Ish moved over and gently straightened Harsh's back. He moved his wrist upwards, and told him to balance the weight evenly on the legs.
And now, whenever you attack, use the front leg to move forward but do not forget the back leg. That is your support, your anchor. Notice Tendulkar, he keeps one leg fixed. Ish turned to Chinu. Show me your bowling grip. It was time to go to the temple. She took out a twenty-rupee note and asked me to give two. You already have a bat. He had improved with the lesson but his mother ignored him.
No Harsh, we are not getting a bat. Yes but beta, why buy something from this temple shop. Old city doesn't have good quality. We will go to the Navrangpura market. We source from Kashmiri suppliers. Take my word,' Ish said. Aunty' eyed us with suspicion. I have personally chosen the bats,' Ish said with as much heart as Omi's dad said his prayers.
The tug connected to aunty's purse, which opened and brought out two hundred-rupee notes. We had closed the deal of the day. The bat cost us a hundred and sixty, so forty bucks profit, I exclaimed mentally. You are amazing, Ish,' I said and hi-fived everyone. If he practices, he will be good. Of course, his mother will stuff him with studies the moment he reaches Class X.
The only stance he will take is to sit on a desk with his books,' Ish said. We are forty-four bucks in profit, sir. Our total profit for the day was fifty bucks. We moved the bats and the ball baskets inside and closed shop at 7. To celebrate our opening we chose the chana-bhatura stall.
At four bucks a plate, I could expense it to the business. I really want to give mom my first salary,' Omi said as he tucked in half a chili with his hot bhatura. This is contribution. Not bad, not bad at all. The summer vacations had started and India had won the one-day series with South Africa.
Kids with lots of time and patriotism flocked to Team India Cricket Shop the day they received their pocket money. Some came even without money, if only to meet Ish and ge tips on cricket. I didn't mind as it helped us pass the time. The dull aspect of opening a shop is boredom. We opened from nine to seven, and even with twenty customers a day it meant only around two customers an hour. I divided the money into four stacks.
The first three stacks were fifteen hundred rupees each - the money each of us could take home. The remaining four thousand was to be retained in the business. What do we need to retain it for? Don't you want a better glass countertop? Or nice lighting? I have expansion plans,' I said. If you book early, you can get a discount on renting a shop. But we already have a shop,' Ish said, puzzled and irritated at the same time. I knew why Ish grumbled. He wanted to buy a TV for the shop, listening to matches on radio during shop hours was no fun.
Young people like to shop in swanky malls. That is the future. Our shop has been doing good business, hut we can't grow unless we move to a new city location.
What we sell is being used by kids in Nana Park. I will open a store in a mall, and by next year have one more store. If you don't grow in business, you stagnate. We will not be working together? We have only started and he already aspires to be Ambani.
Can't we just buy a TV? We keep the four thousand for business. It doesn't earn. We have a long way to go. Three thousand a month is nothing. And Ish doesn't let me keep notebooks and pencils I don't want kids to think about studies when they come here. I saw an easy opportunity, but Ish protested every time. But we buy a TV.
I have to watch matches. I don't care, here take my fifteen hundred. Omi tossed in his money as well. As usual, I had to surrender to fools. Target for next quarter is twenty thousand bucks. I shook my head and outlined my strategy for increasing revenues. Why not do cricket coaching for a fee? I am not that good man. And where?
In the temple? Aren't we making enough? I want to get to fifty thousand a quarter. Omi, you can give fitness training to the students.
What about you? I am making sure we have a solid healthy business. Just the shop is so boring, Ish,' Omi said. He was excited about making kids do push-ups. I tossed in my fifteen hundred, too, and we bought a TV the same day.
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We set it permanently at the sports channel. Omi brought mats and cushions and spread them in front of the TV. On match days, we would all sit there until a customer arrived. I had to admit, it made the day go by much quicker. I changed the board on the shop. I may not have diversified geographically, but I had diversified my product offering. Three Apart from cricket, badminton was the other popular game in Belrampur. In fact, the girls only played badminton. It was an excellent turnover business.
Shuttle cocks needed to be replaced, rackets needed rewiring and badminton rackets didn't last as long as cricket bats. School stationery became the other hit item in the following weeks. Only some kids played sports, but every kid needed notebooks, pens and pencils, and parents never said no to that. Many times, someone buying a ball would buy a notebook, or the other way round.
We offered a total solution. Soon, suppliers came to us themselves. They kept stuff on credit and returnable basis - chart paper, gum bottles, maps of India, water bottles and tiffin boxes. It is only after you open a shop that you realise the length and breadth of the Indian student industry. We kept the cricket coaching and tuitions at the same price rupees a month. Customers for maths tuitions were easier to get, given the higher demand and my track record.
I taught at the SBI compound building in the mornings. Ish used the compound grounds for the two students who signed up for cricket tuitions. They were the best players in the Belrampur Municipal School and had fought with their parents to let them try coaching for three months. Of course, we still spent most of our time in the shop. At five-rupee retail price and two-rupee cost price, cards had solid margins.
However, people in Belrampur did not give each other greeting cards. By the way, this is the third ball in two weeks. What's up Tapan? Thirteen-year-old Tapan was one of the best bowlers of his age in the Belrampur Municipal School.
Ish gripped the cricket ball and showed him the wrist movement. Ball keeps getting lost with his shots. Why did he move to our school? New student? Haven't seen him here,' Ish said. All good players visited our store and Ish knew them personally. Just joined our school. You should come see him. He wouldn't come here, right? Ish nodded. We had few Muslim customers.
Most of them used other Hindu boys to make their purchases. You want to sign up for cricket tuitions. Ish will teach you, he played at the district level,' I could not help pitching our other service.
She said I can only take tuitions for studies. No sports coaching,' Tapan said. You see this. That is why India doesn't win every match,' Ish said after Tapan left.
Yes, Ish has this ridiculous theory that India should win every match. It won't be much of a game otherwise,' I said and closed the cash box. We should always win,' Ish insisted. Australia has twenty million people. Yet they win almost every match. We have fifty times the people, so fifty times the talent. Plus, cricket is India's only game while Australia has rugby and football and whatever. So there is no way we should be defeated by them.
Statistically, my friend, Australia should be a rounding error. Parents will spend thousands teaching kids useless trigonometry and calculus they will never use in real life. But if it is sports coaching, it is considered a waste of money. Our shop now offers both. Really, is this just about money for you? Look at them, thirteen-year-olds holding their bats with pride. Or the way they want to learn to bowl better. They have a fire in their eyes before every little match at Nana Park. When India wins, they dance.
They are they only people Ij see with passion. I like being with them. Their bats will be replaced with physics books.
And then the spark will begin to die. Soon, they will turn into depressed adults. Everyone needs a passion. I have mine. Why can't they smile more often and be excited like those kids at Nana Park? Omi and Ish had gripped me tight from both sides until I relented. He held a box of sweets in a red velvet cloth.
Since the shop opened, he had never visited us. What an experience! Here, have some besan ladoos. Fresh from Baroda,' Bittoo Mama said. I ordered a Frooti. Ish pulled out stools and we sat outside. I picked a ladoo. Wearing shoes? He had a red tikka in the middle of his forehead. I looked at my feet. I wore fake Reebok slippers. Ish wore his old sneakers.
A Brahmin priest's boy? None of the other shopkeepers wear Do you do puja every morning before you open? You also,' Mama said, referring to Ish and me. You are Hindu hoys. You have your shop in such a pure place. At least remove your shoes, light a lamp. I now paid full rent every month to be in this shop. Nobody told me how to run my business. Mama looked surprised. What kind of friends do you have Omi? I don't know. I had come to invite you and look at you. I turned my gaze away.
He is confused. Why did I have to or not have to believe in something? Ish offered the Frooti to Bittoo Mama. It softened him a little. I pray and everything. Yeah right only when six balls were left in a match. Mama took a large sip and shifted his gaze to Omi and Ish As far as he was concerned I did not exist. What did you want to invite us for Mama?
He lifted the red velvet cloth and unwrapped a three-foot-long brass trishul. Its sharp blades glinted under the shop's tubelight. Where did you get it from? He said in me he sees the party's future. I worked day and night. We visited every district in Gujarat. He said, "if we have more people like Bittoo, people will be proud to be Hindu again. And he heads the biggest temple trust in Baroda,' Omi said. And I told Parekh-ji about you, Omi.
I see in you the potential to teach Hindu pride to young people. But get in touch with the greater responsibilities we have. We are not just priests who speak memorised lines at ceremonies. We have to make sure India's future generation understands Hindu tva properly. I want to invite you to a grand feast to Parekh-ji' s house.
You should come too, Ish. Next Monday in Gandhinagar.
It sounds great, but I don't know if we can,' Ish said. How come some people are so good at being polite. Don't worry, it is not just priests. Many young, working people will also come. This isn't politics, son. This is a way of life. We need young blood. Do you know where Parekh-ji went to college?
Cambridge, and then Harvard. He had a big hotel business in America, which he sold and came back.