Three Mistakes Of My Life(Chetan Bhagat) - Chapter 13：The Perfect Business Plan

That is your tenth chapatti,’ Ish t ld Omi.

‘Ninth. Who cares? It is a buffet. Can y u pass the ghee please?’ ‘All that food. It has to be bad f r y u,’ Ish said.

‘Two hundred push-ups.’ Omi said. ‘Ten rounds of Nana Park. One hour at Bittoo Mama’s home gym. You do this everyday like me and you can hog without worry.’

People like Omi are no-profit customers. 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.

‘So, what’s up? I’m listening,’ Ish said as he scooped up the last spoon of aamras.

‘Eat your food first. We’ll talk over tea,’ I said. People argued less on a full stomach.

‘I am not paying for tea. My treat is limited to a thali,’ Ishaan protested.

‘I’ll pay for the tea,’ I said.

‘Relax, man. I was only joking. Mr Accounts can’t even take a joke. Right, Omi?’ Omi laughed.

‘Whatever. Guys, you really need to listen today. And stop calling me Mr Accounts.’

I ordered tea while the waiter cleared our plates.

I am serious, Ish. What do you plan to do with your life? We are not kids anymore,’ I said.

‘Unfortunately,’ Ish said and sighed. ‘Ok, then. I will apply for jobs, maybe do an NIIT computer course first. Or should I take an insurance job? What do you think?’

I saw Ish’s face. 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.

‘I want to start a business,’ I began.

‘Not again,’ Ish said. ‘I can’t do that man. What was it the last time? A fruit dealership? Ugh! I can’t be weighing watermelons all day. And the crazy one after that, Omi?’

‘Car accessories. He said there is big money in that,’ Omi said as he slurped his dessert.

‘What? Put seat covers all day. No thanks. And the other one – stock broker.

What is that anyway?’ Ish shrugged.

‘So what the fuck do you want to do? 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?’

‘I don’t want to be a priest,’ Omi said listlessly.

‘Then, why do you oppose me even before I start? This time I have something that will interest you.’

‘What?’ Ish said.

‘Cricket,’ I said.

‘What?’ both of them said in unison.

‘There you go, nice to get your attention. Now can I talk?’ ‘Sure,’ Ish waved a hand.

‘We are going to open a cricket shop,’ I said.

I deliberately left for the rest room.

‘But how?’ Omi interrogated when I returned. ‘What is a cricket shop?’

‘A sports store really. But since cricket is the most popular game in Belrampur, we will focus on that.’

Ish’s silence meant he was listening to me.

‘It will be a small retail store. Money for a shop deposit is a problem, so I need Omi’s help.’

‘Mine?’ Omi said.

‘Yes, we will open the shop right inside the Swami temple complex. Next to the flower and puja shops. 1 noticed an empty shop there. And it is part of the temple land.’

‘A cricket shop in a temple complex?’ Ish questioned.

‘Wait. Omi, do you think you can arrange that? Without that our plan is non-existent.’

‘You mean the Kuber sweet shop that just closed? The temple trust will rent it out soon. And normally they let it out to something related to temple activities,’ Omi said.

‘I know. But you have to convince your dad. After all he runs the temple trust.’ ‘He does, but Mama looks after the shops. Will we pay rent?

‘Yes,’ I sighed. ‘But not immediately. We need a two-month waiver. And we cannot pay the deposit.’

‘I’ll have to go through mom,’ Omi said. Good, his mind was working.

‘Sorry to ask again, but a cricket shop in a temple complex? Who will buy? Seventy-year-old aunties who come for kirtan will want willow bats?’ Ish scoffed.

The waiter had cleared our tea and presented the bill. By Gopi protocol, we had to be out of the restaurant in two minutes.

‘Good question. A cricket shop by a temple does sound strange. But think – is there any sports shop in Belrampur?’

‘Not really. You don’t even get leather balls. Ellis Bridge is the nearest,’ Ish said.

‘See, that’s number one. Number two, the temple is a family place. Kids are among the most bored people in temples. Where are they going to hang out?’

‘It is true,’ Omi said. ‘That is why so many balloon wallahs hover outside.’

‘And that is where Ish comes in. 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.’

‘But what about Christian or Muslim kids? They won’t come, right?’ Ish said. ‘Not at first but the shop is outside the temple. As word spreads, they will come. What choice do they have anyway?’ ‘Where will we get what we sell?’ Ish said.

‘There’s a sports equipment supplier in Vastrapur who will give us a month’s credit. If we have the space, we are good to go without cash.’

‘But what if it doesn’t run?’ Ish asked with scepticism.

‘Worst case, we sell the stock at a loss and I’ll cover the rest through my tuition savings. But it will work, man. If you put your heart into it, it will.’

Both of them remained silent.

‘Guys, please. I need you for this. I really want to run a business. I can’t do it without partners. It’s cricket,’ I looked at Ish.

‘I’m in,’ Omi smiled. ‘I don’t have to be a priest and I get to work from home. I’m so in.’

‘I won’t handle money. I’ll focus on the cricket,’ Ish said.

I smiled. Yes, he was coming around.

‘Of course. You think I will let you handle cash? So, are we partners?’ I stretched out my hand.

Omi hi-fived me and Ish joined in.

‘What are we going to call it?’ Omi said in the auto.

‘Ask Ish,’ I said. If Ish named it, he would feel more connected to the project. ‘How about Team India Cricket Shop?’ Ish suggested. ‘Great name,’ I said and

watched Ish smile for the first time that evening.

‘Two rupees fifty paise each, guys,’ I said as the auto stopped near my pol in Belrampur.

‘Here you go Mr Accounts,’ Ish said and passed his share.