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One night @ call centre


Finished reading “one night @ the call centre” ……………….A gem of a book another feather in the cap for Chetan Bhagat…The plot though is brilliant .Immensely influencing and the conversation with god is really a treat and perhaps is a thin that made me look at life slightly differently. It has made and given a brighter flicker in amidst multiple themes and halo….Its cool and way he writes is the perfect alloy of humour modern day sarcasm and the attitude of a true IIT’ian………………………………..
This is not an advertisement and is nothing but what I think about the book,never get influenced by what I say I am slightly crazy my friends will elaborate however this “schizophrenic attitude is a part…..of a teenagers life”-HOWEVER IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE KINDS WHOSE ALSO PREFER THINGS OTHER THAN HARDCORE LITERATURE ”SHAKESPEAREANISM”___________ to be specific you might find this a deal for your pocket at Rs-95 only/-


ABHISHEK PAL

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