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Press 1 for technical support. Press 2 for broken hearts. Press 3 if your life has totally crashed. . . . Six friends work nights at a call center in India, providing technical support for a major U.S. appliance corporation. Skilled in patience–and accent management–they help American consumers keep their lives running. Yet behind the headsets, everybody’s heart is on the line. 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. Priyanka’s domineering mother has arranged for her daughter’s upscale marriage to an Indian man in Seattle. Esha longs to be a model but discovers it’s a horizontal romp to the runway. Lost, dissatisfied Vroom has high ideals, but compromises them by talking on the phone to idiots each night. Traditional Radhika has just found out that her husband is sleeping with his secretary. And Military Uncle (nobody knows his real name) sits alone working the online chat. 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. But tonight is no ordinary night. Tonight is Thanksgiving in America: Appliances are going haywire, and the phones are ringing off their hooks. Then one call, from one very special caller, changes everything. Chetan 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.… (more)
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I was surprised this was getting an American release, as Americans aren't exactly shown in a flattering light here. The 35=10 rule just
The call center narrative is woven into the flashbacks the protagonist has of his past dates with his dream girl, now about to be whisked away by an Indian-American suitor to an American life. I didn't get too attached to the romance aspect of it, mostly I liked the insight into the life of the average 20-something Indian, trying to make a good living but not selling out.
I'm confused by the prologue/God sequence, which leave me wondering if I'm
The characters were interesting to me, though mostly as an introduction to current Indian stereotypes; their resolution was far too neat.
In the opening page we are asked to do a task - think about something you fear, that makes you angry and one thing you don't like about yourself. I had a think, came up with an idea and plodded on with the reading. When you reach the end of the novel you find yourself thinking about what you said in the beginning and viewing it in a different way. Clever stuff!
God calling the characters who work in the call centre is a brilliant modern way of asking you not to find religion or allow Him into your heart but really just to trust and know you are watched over. It gave me a nice warm feeling! The characters are funny, they do some good things and some dreadful things all of which we are allowed to view through our own eyes and through the eyes of different characters.
Overall a great read that is well written with funny characters.
As the title suggests, the story takes place over one night and is set in an Indian call centre, the sort of place I’ve been dealing with recently in connection with a Kodak printer I unwisely bought. It was fascinating – offshore call centres are so unpopular here it’s a positive selling point if a company doesn’t use them – and don’t get me started on the ones that cold call you with bogus ‘surveys’..... And yet all the time we know these are real people doing tough jobs on the other side of the world. Here in this book is their viewpoint and their world, a world of the idiot boss and nasty mother-in-law, a world of high tech and growing nationalism. They don’t like those bogus Western names any more than we do, and they are unashamedly scornful of their American “clients” (I particularly liked the ‘35-10 rule’). I’m going to be much nicer to those guys from Kodak in future but I still wish I had never bought the flipping printer.
Shymal finds himself contending with Priyanka, his ex – girlfriend newly engaged through an arranged marriage to an overseas Indian. His coworkers have their own difficulties, and they find themselves dominated by an incompetent and self – serving boss. With the threat of losing their jobs, the colleagues trade barbs and complain incessantly about their American consumers. Over the course of the night they scheme and prod each other wondering if they will be employed in the morning, and if their various relationships can be salvaged.
The last fifth of the novel falls flat as Bhagat employs his Deus Ex Machina to wrap the story and provide its characters with life altering perspectives. The ending is picture perfect Bollywood and is never in doubt while also providing The Life of Pi type profundity. Although the novel’s onset is entertaining, and Bhagat has a good sense of dialogue, the ending feels rushed and forced.