ONE
INDIAN
GIRL
Chetan Bhagat is the author of six bestselling novels Five Point Someone (2004), One Night @ the Call Center (2005), The 3 Mistakes of My Life (2008), 2 States (2009), Revolution 2020 (2011) and Half Girlfriend (2014)which have sold over ten million copies and have been translated into over a dozen languages worldwide.
In 2008, The New York Times called him the biggest-selling author in Indias history, a position he has maintained to date. Almost all his books have been adapted into hit Bollywood films. He is also a Filmfare-award-winning screenplay writer.
TIME magazine named him as one of the 100 most influential people in the world and Fast Company, USA, listed him as one of the 100 most creative people in business globally. His columns in The Times of India and Dainik Bhaskar are amongst the most widely read in the country. He is also one of the countrys leading motivational speakers and has hosted several TV shows. Despite all the above, he is only human and can be totally stupid sometimes.
Chetan went to college at IIT Delhi and IIM Ahmedabad, after which he worked in investment banking for a decade before quitting his job to become a full-time writer.
He is married to Anusha and is the father of twin boys, Shyam and Ishaan. He lives in Mumbai.
Praise for the author
Many writers are successful at expressing whats in their hearts or articulating a particular point of view. Chetan Bhagats books do both and more.
A.R. Rahman, in TIME magazine, on Chetans inclusion in the TIME 100 most influential people in the world
The voice of Indias rising entrepreneurial class.
Fast Company Magazine, on Chetans inclusion in the 100 most creative people in business globally
Indias paperback king.
The Guardian
Bhagat has touched a nerve with young Indian readers and acquired almost cult status.
International Herald Tribune
Bhagat is a symbol of new India. A torch-bearer for an unafraid generation
India Today
our most remarkable novelist.
The Times of India
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EISBN-13: 9781477809235
To all Indian girls
especially the ones
who dare to dream
and live life on their own terms.
To all the women in my life,
thank you for being there .
Despite me being a total pain sometimes.
Contents
Acknowledgements
Hi all,
I cant possibly thank everyone who has contributed to this book. Every woman who ever came into my life has played a part. You all know who you are, so in case I missed you out, like alwayssorry.
The ones I would like to thank here are:
God, for giving me so much.
Shinie Antony, my editor, friend, guide. Shes been with me from the start and continues to be the first reader of all my books.
My readers, for blessing me with so much love. It is because of you that I get to do what I lovetell stories.
The hundred-odd women I interviewed for this book, including that Serbian DJ, the IndiGo flight attendants, the hotel staff wherever I stayed, the various people I met at my motivational talks, the co-passengers on planes. There was a phase when I discussed this book with every woman I came across. Thank you for opening up and sharing your innermost feelings. It made the book.
AlphabeticallyAbha Bakaya, Aditi Prakash, Alisha Arora, Amit Agarwal, Angela Wang, Anubha Bang, Anusha Venkatachalam, Ayesha Raval, Avni Jhunjunwala, Bhakti Bhat, Ira Trivedi, Jessica Rosenberg, Karuna Suggu, Krishen Parmar, Kushaan Parikh, Meghna Rao, Michelle Shetty, Nibha Bhandari, Prateek Dhawan, Rachita Chauhan, Reema Parmar, Shalini Raghavan, Virali Panchamia, Vivita Relan, Zitin Dhawanfor all the inspiration, support and feedback at whatever point during the journey of this book, or even my life.
The editors at Rupa, for their relentless attempts to make the book better.
The salespersons at Rupa, the retailers who carry my books, the online delivery boy or girl who brings my books to my readers doorstepthank you.
My critics. For helping me improve and keeping my ego down.
My mother Rekha Bhagat, the first woman in my life. Anusha Bhagat, my wife. Thanks.
My kids. For having a little less dad so there can be a little more author.
My extended family. Brother Ketan. In-laws. My cousins. Everyone who has ever loved me.
With that, its time for One Indian Girl .
Prologue
Some people are good at taking decisions. I am not one of them. Some people fall asleep quickly at night. I am not one of them either. It is 3 in the morning. I have tossed and turned in bed for two hours. I am to get married in fifteen hours. We have over 200 guests in the hotel, here to attend my grand destination wedding in Goa. I brought them here. Everyone is excited. After all, it is the first destination wedding in the Mehta family.
I am the bride. I should get my beauty sleep. I cant. The last thing I care about right now is beauty. The only thing I care about is how to get out of this mess. Because, like it often happens to me, here I am in a situation where I dont know what the fuck is going on.
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W hat do you mean, not enough rooms? I said to Arijit Banerjee, the lobby manager of the Goa Marriott.
See, what I am trying to explain is Arijit began in his modulated, courteous voice when mom cut him off.
Its my daughters wedding. Are you going to shame us? she said, her volume loud enough to startle the rest of the reception staff.
No, maam. Just a shortage of twenty rooms. You booked a hundred. We had only promised eighty then. We hoped to give more but the chief minister had a function and
What do we tell our guests who have come all the way from America? mom said.
If I may suggest, there is another hotel two kilometres away, Arijit said.
We have to be together. You are going to ruin my daughters wedding for some sarkaari function? my mother said, bosom heaving, breath heavyclassic warning signs of an upcoming storm.
Mom, go sit with dad, please. I will sort this out, I said. Mom glared at me. How could I, the bride, do all this in the first place? I should be worried about my facials, not room allocations.
The boys side arrives in less than three hours. I cant believe this, she muttered, walking to the sofa at the centre of the lobby. My father sat there along with Kamla bua, his elder sister. Other uncles and aunts occupied the remaining couches in the lobbya Mehta takeover of the Marriott. My mother looked at my father, a level-two glare. It signified: Will you ever take the initiative?
My father shifted in his seat. I refocused on the lobby manager.
What can be done now, Arijit? I said. My entire family is here.
We had come on the morning flight from Delhi. The Gulatis, the boys side, would take off from Mumbai at 3 p.m. and land in Goa at 4. Twenty hired Innovas would bring them to the hotel by 5. I checked the time2.30 p.m.
See, maam, we have set up a special desk for the MehtaGulati wedding, Arijit said. We are doing the check-ins for your family now.
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