One Night @ the Call Center
Chetan Bhagat
Language: English
Pages: 164
ISBN: B019TMF19Y
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the winter of 2004, a writer meets a young girl on an overnight train journey. To pass the time, she offers to tell him a story. But she has one condition: that he make it his second book. The writer hesitates but asks what the story is about.
The girl replies that the story is about six people working in a call center and set during the course of one night.
It was the night they got a phone call. A phone call from God.
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Esha said as the girls came up and surrounded me. Women love to repair an injury—as long as it is not too gross. ‘That’s bad,’ Esha said, taking out a band-aid from her bag. She had like fifty of them. ‘It’s nothing. Just a minor cut,’ I said. I clenched my teeth hard as it hurt like hell. Priyanka took out a few tissues from her bag. She held my finger and cleaned the blood around it. ‘Ouch!’ I screamed. ‘Oh, the staple is still in there,’ she said. ‘We need forceps. Forceps anyone?’ Esha.
His collar. Soon, Mr Accused’s own gang came to his defense. As the dance floor was too noisy for vocal arguments, people expressed themselves only with fists and kicks. The music stopped when someone knocked one guy flat on the floor. Several others were on top of each other. Bouncers finally disentangled everyone and restored peace. A stretcher emerged to carry away the knocked-out guy. ‘Man, I wish it had gone on a bit longer,’ Vroom said. It’s true. The only thing better than watching.
Military Uncle required?’ Esha said. ‘No. Just the voice agents,’ I said. I looked at Military Uncle at the end of the room. I could see he was busy at the chat helpline. ‘Let’s go Radhika,’ Vroom said. ‘Do you think he loves her? Or is it just sex? Some good, wild sex that they share?’ Radhika said. ‘You okay Radhika?’ I said. ‘Yes, I am fine. I am surprised that I am, actually. I think I must be in shock. Or maybe nobody has taught me an appropriate reaction for this situation. My husband.
Shook my head. ‘Eight spoons of sugar in every bottle—and nothing else. And yet, they convince us this is important. It isn’t.’ Vroom looked around and noticed a pile of bricks. He lifted one and threw it hard at the cola hoarding. Bang! It hit the actress’s cheek, creating a dimple you would almost think was natural. She still kept smiling. ‘Careful, for fuck’s sake. Let’s go back. Someone will see us and get us arrested.’ ‘Like I care. Nobody cares,’ Vroom said and staggered towards me. I.
Even if it is harder and painful. I’d rather fly and crash, than just snuggle and sleep.’ Everyone nodded. I was shocked; people were really listening to me for the first time. ‘Plus, I have made one more promise to myself,’ I said. ‘What?’ Vroom and Priyanka said together. ‘That I am not going to work for an idiot anymore, anywhere. Even if it means less money. I could skip a meal a day and sleep hungry, but, hell, I can’t spend my life working for a moron.’ ‘Not bad,’ Vroom said, ‘looks.